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OBE
07:35
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I arise so confused
on my bed at night-time
a lamp lights up the stairs,
left on in the dark room
wide awake it’s my watchdog.
Last night to sweeten my daily glooms
I drank some potions
poisoning my emotions
with cruel misleading dreams.
It’s the 6 and 46
the alarm claims me down the street
while I’m still laying next to her,
who sleeps so faithfully.
There are No reflections
On my porcelain skin,
I’m Disappearing
I’m fading so sweet.
No reflections
a blurry vision
I’m disappearing
Fading is so sweet
down the empty street
I meet a monk,
with a white coat blurring his eyes.
He firmly points myself
so I have to stop , terrorized!
“Hey You, man, I come from afar – he says -
I’m almost blind and my leading dog is dead!
I’ve lost the way for the sanctuary,
and I’ m begging you, please
To come with me
and show me the way
Lord, I don’t understand what’s goin’on here,
but I agreed to help him,
the chase of the trip
seems the only way
to approach (brake) the reality
That was the start of my first creed,
the start of my first creed,
an Out of Body Experience
City sight on the horizon
we’re now far from my home.
The dark woods beyond the river
watch our steps silently in row
This story may be the test
to gain in the end the key of knowledge
Am I ready to the end?
No reflections
a blurry vision
I’m disappearing
Fading is so sweet.
Been wondering all this time,
finally appears a portal made of grey stone
something push me towards
Am I in charge to cross the threshold?
the monk says:
“this sanctuary is the gate
of an unknown dimension, so..
Don’t be so scared
cause you’re in charge to cross the threshold”
Lord, I don’t understand what’s goin’on here,
but I agreed to help him,
the chase of the trip
seems the only way
to approach (brake) the reality
That was the start of my first creed,
the start of my first creed,
an Out of Body Experience
He laughed up his sleeve
whispering softly:
“I’m your Nagual”
I will walk you to the boundary,
I’m your Nagual”
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2. |
Into The Pyramid
06:56
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My Lord, I must be crazy,
transplanted in someone else
Is this just the fantasy or reality?
Whiskers, claws and greyish fur,
step by step I walk so quietly,
roaming around so curiously.
(There) must be treasure in the centre,
a few feet to my paws,
and four marble guards
are standing tall watching me
i’m far away to get out of the place,
left on a cold stone, waiting on my own.
far away, i’m the only one remained,
left on a cold stone, waiting on my own
A rectangular black slate sustain an ivory base
and an emerald blaze enlights the blurry haze
A mellow tune hypnotize me
a deadly moan caress my tail
There must be a treasure in the centre,
but I'm too scared to catch a view
that four marble guards
bars me the way to go through..
i’m far away to get out of the place,
left on a cold stone, waiting on my own.
far away, i’m the only one remained,
left on a cold stone, waiting on my own
since that now I’m just a cat
I’d limit to just watch & stare
As a cat does
as the common rule.
Since that now I’m just a cat
I’d limit to sleep & rest
as a cat does
as the common rule
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3. |
Brighter Than The Sun
04:44
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On uncertain fields I’m adventuring
in this third grueling path,
I’m the only one riding on the hill,
inside a past memory.
I run so fast, exhausted breathe
my legs are out of control,
but I’ve got to trail on my knees
the goal that flees away.
And your words, printed on my skin
as a warning to keep going on
Sometimes even a look or a word,
a pure thought badly expressed
have the power to destabilize ourselves
Since I’m alone and uncovered, now…
alone in disorder,
I keep in mind these words, louder:
“Walk on to, be brighter than the Sun”.
On uncertain fields I’ve been wondering
through the most gruelling paths,
Now that I’m alone in the third dream
I do not regret the past
There were times when I was so unpure,
Now I run to afford my life
May you wait for my return,
with no doubts or bad thoughts.
I’ll come back to walk you out
now that the uncertainties are out of your mind.
Sometimes even a look or a word,
a pure thought badly expressed;
have the power to destabilize ourselves
Since I’m alone uncovered, now…
alone in disorder,
I keep in mind these words, louder:
“Walk on, to be brighter than the Sun”.
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4. |
The Chicken's Wardrobe
06:34
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Eyes wide shut , I’m in a black hole
I smell dead meat stink and an heat on my backdrop,
I’m so disgusted, I have to puke,
I guess I’m a bold chicken locked up in a box
Aligned in row
my body won’t flee
a crucifying steel inside my armpit
I try to raise a wing
but I’m block in chain..
I guess I’m a bold chicken locked up in a box
They have just cut my head off..oh no…
My beautiful crest…lost.
They have just cut my head off….oh no
I’m the rooster to burn
I’m into my chicken’s wardrobe
what the hell is still to be dreamed
to get out of this shit!??
Oh my Lord please save me,
I need to sweep out on my real body now
is this just the purgatory or a nightmare?
Hidden clues are waiting after the deadly heat
and then, my beautiful crest, cut
since I’m the rooster one…
yes, on these average flames
it’s how I’ll learn my way
I’m into the chicken wardrobe
what the hell is still to be dreamed
to get out of this shit!?
Burning is the way...to gain the meaning key
since I’m into my chicken’s wardrobe
Burning is the way…to flee out of this dream – to finally -
get out of this shit
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5. |
Cyclone
09:48
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I’m on the ocean, sailing on a wooden rotten boat
I’m a fisherman, and an hurricane has just passed on my front
I’ve come out for some food
Undervaluing the future
cause I’m a warrior so blind..
This peaceful “bubble”
won’t last too long
Now that the windy sides are getting
closer
A cyclone eight or ten towers tall extend from the sea to sky
Uncontrolled wind rotates and fling everything that comes across my eyes
I’m In the eye of the Cyclone
in a state of apparent hush
Is this the prelude of my grave
Or the white light in the bay?
I’m In the eye of the cyclone
I have to be more brave
To finally reach, finally reach the shore
And forget this pain
STRF
Clinging on my crystal ship with burned skin and scraped hands
Someone told me inside this hurricane I may find some peace
I live the present
Undervaluing my future
I’m a warrior so blind..
This peaceful bubble
Won’t last too long
Now that the windy sides are getting
So much closer
It’s so sadly true no matter how-long you try to climb and then survive
The most important thing would be to come out alive satisfied to realize...that...
I’m in the eye of the Cyclone
In a state of apparent hush
is this the prelude of my grave
Or the white light in the bay?
In the eye of the cyclone
I need my bravest ship
To finally reach the shore
And forget this cold breeze
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Warm light on the shore
the cyclone must have passed now I’m in the calm.
Am I dead or Alive?
seems I’ve wandered for so much time.
My pocket diary in one hand
full of poems without a sense
There’s an old gentleman beside me
near two-half wolves half men, staring to his glance
so he unrolls a rumple scroll
and left the parchment to the scared (poor) wolves
the dawn caress my eyes now
I need to move on
May I wake up and sober
To not forget the way to go back home,
May I see as a Warrior
and the squirting lights may shine on you!
they shine on you…
they shine on you…
In a short while
I arrive to my highest ground
and there I find a child, with a bag full of skulls
he smiles me harmlessly
with the pleasure of one who has just accomplished his job
“the dawn caress my eyes
I need to move on
all this episodes were just clues of problems
that I have just lived in my times,
that’s how I now reveal the future
and I walk with my own words
the dawn caress my eyes now
I need to move on..
May I wake up and sober
To not forget the way to go back home,
May I see as the Warrior
may the squirting lights may shine on you!
The last breathe
To Wake Up
The last breathe
To Wake Up
The last breathe
To Wake Up
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Mars Era Florence, Italy
Mars Era was born in Florence in 2014.
Started with a classic stoner set up, the four musicians combine psychedelic
parts with heavy and stoner influences.
Inspired by american progressive and alternative metal scene (Tool, APC) and californian stoner rock (Kyuss), their music involves themes and landscapes typical of the 70’s space rock music.
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