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I saw my face on a
sliced statue of my body,
sailing between
a world beyond this thin border.
I lost my soul in a
hurricane of the worst worries.
I was myself
without limits or stories.
In ourselves there’s a
green collection of past pictures
waiting for
being converted in a portrait.
But I could not
catch the instant when I flew away,
‘cause my brain
needs to return again.
We’ll be ourselves
without limits or stories.
We’re waiting for
a sail to that fucking border.
But we could not
convert souls into portraits.
We catch a face
and then forget another.
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A universe, dimly lit,
circular flames and liquid,
sadness travels lightly at home.
Swaying steps… unsteady afterlife…
All the anger that burns the life
Shows our loneliness. We are victims.
We are all wounded souls.
Longed for…an undeserved mother’s love…
Far from wishing a dead world’s tie,
Travelling further from cities,
I’m still missing a mother’s womb.
Mother paid!
Fearless! Unprotected.
Cosmic Rays! She needs affection.
With someone!
Dear gods she survived
cold as ice.
Without mom she is alive
A burning heart.
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Instrumental
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Many reefs stand between us.
We’re separated by a wall of sea stars.
We found a song that crossed our ways.
I could remember you in a dark skin,
on a flying bubble a smooth tact begins
to touch our hearing like a vibrant sound.
The enchanting chants of the deeper sea arrived,
melted the planet and escaped to the other side.
A soft sensation that made me start to cry.
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Oblivion
08:40
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Lost opportunities and wasted time,
minds disgruntled with their empty lives.
Dizzy in front of a frozen screen
shivering for another drink.
Making joints, taking pills…
I’m trying to kill myself.
I have no target I’ve let go of my fear
and nothing may change while I bit my nails.
Pace up and down I’m rolling the eyes…
Fire and cold, flying mind…
Losing the body, a tingling in the spine…
I find me wandering but I’m just fine.
A rest on the roof, a sunrise in front of me,
a shining light, a ruffled hair,
a sinking in a watery scream,
the ego in a mental mess.
In a melted mess!
I can’t wait for disappear
inside an ocean of oblivion.
I can’t avoid blow out the lights.
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Onyric Joy Barcelona, Spain
Barcelona based band, founded in 2015. After several months of improvisations, charged atmospheres and faint lights in the rehearsal room, fighting the pandemia, this progressive rock and psychedelic undeground lovers, decided to lock in Cucumber Factory to record their split album, "Sons Of Morpheus" with Dos Brujos (Graz, Austria). 4 phases full of emotions and stoicism learning. ... more
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