Lost Mails (Emmanuel Mirdad) BR-N1I-14-00009 Waking up and think of nothing Theres a lot to loose all day Thank like a robot, agree with the ruling program I acknowledge the frailty, my usual automatic The best creation of his domain All the air which inhabits me and runs away smells like nausea Theyre the flowers along the path dissolving prisons pieces A hurricane seeks options and brings me sleep in snow shape Only regret the gray above my broken escape Poetries around the atmosphere; thats Dali twisting the clock hands Lost mails return from Spain modelling the dream In my insanity I kissed some toads, shut the critics with the fairy tales Clarice coughed and I saw the sea: the abstract suicide I make the clock bomb crazy and the foolish is the hero custom All thats hidden has got a sad end The eagle flies above the ruins and the sand makes it thirsty Theres only mud in the oasis of freedom Lost Mails - Track 08 - CD 01 - Hybrid (2014) Composed and Produced by Emmanuel Mirdad Nancy Viégas - voice Mirdad - 12-string guitar & scream Marcus Zanom - guitar Tadeu Mascarenhas - guitar Fábio Vilas-Boas - guitar Hosano Lima Jr. - drums Artur Paranhos - bass Recording, mixing and mastering: Tadeu Mascarenhas at Casa das Máquinas, Salvador-BA Artwork: Glauber Guimarães https://youtube/watch?v=XKUJvMlFa4M
Posted on: Tue, 21 Oct 2014 14:08:59 +0000
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