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Siesta
04:21
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Wish we were like trees- she said
We’d grow tall & strong & green towards the sky
And our roots would drink
sweet fresh water from the center of the earth
Summer 3 pm and we talk our lives away
Into the dead of silence of northwestern afternoon
And the weight of the shades of the leaves over my back
Will never be as heavy as the sun
River is moving and so is the screen of the game of life
These days are burning like fireworks: let's go out and see the night
Morning is orange and blue now there is no time for heavy hearts
Oh, in dreams I’ve felt that branches were meant to melt
Into a flock of birds that fly far away
But moon of my mind
has made me sleep so tight
Siesta streets are a mystery to see
River is moving and so is the screen of the game of life
These days are burning like fireworks: let's go out and see the night
Morning is orange and blue now there is no time for heavy hearts
The winds ceased and the clouds
Heavier now stood still above
The willow tree in the patio
River is moving and so is the screen of the game of life
These days are burning like fireworks: let's go out and see the night
Morning is orange and blue now there is no time for heavy hearts
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Rearview
03:29
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He sighs
Holds his breath and sighs
Like a hand that lets go a balloon
And like that balloon he is high on sadness
For what is never coming back
Fires
Like the fires we gazed at
In the winter surrounded by mountains
And like those flames he is burning for
for the warmth of those simple times
and for what is never coming back
The wind is heading south west in the mexico borderline
And they talk to old men who reminisce about their past
In the hot springs under the moonlight
of what is never coming back
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Maps
03:53
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I seek out hidden maps
Mark calendars and make complex plans
I write a page every day in my progress to get to you
But your city is long gone
Under the deep dark sea
And I’m swimming with eyes closed
And I dream I can’t find my way back home
I’ve grown dark blue and thought
Those calendars and maps cannot be trusted
So I wrote a song and let it roll into the quiet afternoon
I know your city is not long gone
Under the deep dark sea
That ain’t darkness of deep sea
It's darkness of eyes closed
And I dream I can’t find my way back home
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Rush Hour
03:25
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Low lights in the countryside
I dream of them turning on at dusk
Trying to resist the immensity of the falling peaceful night
And I hear you sing
Uh
Unknown lights in the city night
I sing to them about you in the dark
Trying to resist the immensity of the falling peaceful night
And I hear you sing softly
Uh
And a sweet scent lasts in the air
And It's rush hour in the countryside
Uh
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Reflection
03:58
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I’m gonna walk through the fields
Through the green fields
I’m gonna be near the fire
We will light with conversation
Gonna free my lungs from the future, the past
Rain will quietly fall as I won’t see my reflection in the pond
But the eyes of my brothers
All that is holy
All that is what I didn’t understand
I’m gonna sing in the fields
in the golden fields
I’m gonna be near the fire
We will light with our minds in silence
Gonna free my lungs from the future, the past
Rain will quietly fall as I won’t see my reflection in the pond
But the eyes of my brothers
All that is holy
All that is what I didn’t understand
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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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