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Conceal
03:26
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Conceal
Restless in the evening
When the walls of the buildings are hot
He walks through the neighborhood
Wondering if he'd see it again
He is still wandering in the morning now
And asks me if I know
I don't know
I don’t know
There's a message I've seen
In the streets and the books and the clocks
It's a task, and it's on TV;
It’s confusing seeing people dancing it
Some say it's easy
And the birds sing it as well
I don't know
I don't know
I'd say it's not intentional but it conceals something
I'd say it's not intentional but it conceals something
I suspect it’s not as easy as they tell it
There's a message I've seen
In the streets and the books and the clocks
It's a task, and it's on TV;
It's so confusing seeing children dancing it
I'd say it's not intentional but it conceals something
I'd say it's not intentional but it conceals something
I suspect it’s not as simple as they tell it
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2. |
In Broad Daylight
03:34
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In broad daylight
Often times i think ‘bout this blue cloak i wear
Sometimes i think of running away
Away from home
Although i live alone
In the summertime i live and search without my head
But I’m always waiting for something slowly to unveil
And something will unfurl
It is just not what you think it is
Oh I feel something is changing
Oh i feel something is changing in
Broad daylight
Right before our eyes
Often times I think about brown mountain tops
How they are slowly eroding
In silence like an oak
They seem motionless
Someday theyll fall apart
Oh I feel something is changing
Oh i feel something is changing in broad daylight
Right before our eyes
Often times I sing about ocean depths in the morning
So many years undiscovered
And time and time again
Oh I feel something is changing
Oh I know something is changing in broad daylight
Right before our eyes
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3. |
Fishermen
04:23
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Fishermen
Well I’ve been running in the pastures of this mind
Searching every pebble every piece of land
But it’s like sleeping sometimes
And I’ve been building towers with cards
Watching from my window a horizon wide
I can only see places I should arrive
Questions and fog in my sight
While fishermen in the shore of the river dark
They’re not just passing the night
They’re taking it easy
Returning empty-handed at dawn
They are not just passing the night
They are confident patient
Just facing the weight of their doubts
Should you be running as fast as you can
Or should you stop and pull the curtains all the way up?
When you are low but don’t know why
Planes are going home for the night
Travelling through the lightning dreaming of some land
but there ain’t no parking lot in the sky
Questions and fog in my sight
while fishermen in the shore of the river dark
They’re not just passing the night
They’re taking it easy
Returning empty-handed at dawn
They are not just passing the night
They are confident patient
Just holding the weight of their doubts
So we got to keep moving forward
Sailing among the stars
So we got to keep moving forward
Searching among these lights
They’re not just passing the night
They’re taking it easy
Returning empty-handed at dawn
They are not just passing the night
They are confident patient
Not hoping for the moment to pass
So we got to keep moving forward
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4. |
Lamp on a Crossroad
03:55
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Lamp on a Crossroad
I don’t know where I’m going
I don’t know where I’m going
With this
Night is getting darker
Night is getting darker
And I’m setting forth at a crooked pace
The evil lights are sparkling in the distance
Wordless like a tree
And the night's got no stars
And when i start to kneel I realize
A lamp on this crossroad might misguide me
In the dimness of this path
I think i understand it
I’m sure I understand it but
I can't explain
I pile up words like castles
Waterproof sandcastles
Crumble in the rain
The moment when I notice that a key
Can work tomorrow not today
I see something unrevealed
Like when good times of plantation are foreseen
And the joy of the town comes from prophets
not from water through sun beams
Whenever I feel lucky
Whenever I feel windy
There’s a violet hill
In the back of every landscape
In the back of every landscape
That I cannot help but see
Then orange bricks turn red just like the clouds
Hanging in the horizon
With the city and the flowers
And my eyes before this beauty cannot tell
The flaw in this sorrow that i think i know too well
The flaw in this sorrow that i think i know too well
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5. |
Reveal
02:42
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Reveal
Like an unanswered prayer
Flew to the sky and evaporated
Disappeared into the night
We were just kids on the beach
We saw a huge shimmering sun
Descend every afternoon
It was the first time
We were so certain
That this meant something
And we were on the thick of that search
Our words had no reason or weight
Sunk in the horizon, those golden days
Slipped through my fingers like a kite
Seabirds majestically start to fly
We saw a huge shimmering sun
Descend every afternoon
It was the first time
We were so certain
That this meant something
And we were on the thick of that search
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Mauro Meloni Olivos, Argentina
After the publication of two full band recordings -No Time for Heavy Hearts and “Conceal- Argentine songwriter Mauro Meloni decided to relocate in Barcelona and release his most raw work up to date.His new EP was recorded a few days before traveling,in the middle of obligations and farewells,but the real urgency of these songs come from the desire of a new beginning that can contain the past self. ... more
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