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November Brain
04:52
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I. November Brain
In November’s grasp, my weary brain weeps
A somber shroud, the sun’s embrace grows cold
The days, like umbrae, linger dreary in mold
A melancholy symphony it keeps
Through barren boughs, the whispers of despair
The pallid sky, in hues of gray, unfolds
Each fleeting hour, a tale of sorrows told
In somber verses, pain becomes aware
Yet, midst the gloom, a flicker of hope glows
Beneath the veil of mist, a dormant ember
A resilient heart, despite autumn’s sky throes
The fading light, a tender, soft surrender
Through solemn days, where melancholy flows
A whisper lingers—a promise to remember.
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Undopanpali
07:25
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II. Undopanpali
“Undopanpali,” a name unknown,
In profound darkness, where echoes fade
A tale whispered, in somber hues displayed
Mystery veiled, emotions overthrown
Through secrets lost in corridors of night
A silent plea, like leaves in breezes swayed
A poignant verse, in solitude arrayed
Unseen, unheard, concealed from gentle light
Yet, midst obscurity, a spark may rise
A glimmer in the hidden, hushed expanse
Where sorrow dwells, hope may still dance
In the nameless, where melancholy dies
A tender sigh, a delicate advance
Undopanpali, in silent smiles.
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Total Bipolar
07:06
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III. Total Bipolar
From manic heights, where dreams like comets soar
Above the world, in splendid disarray
The mind alight, with visions rich and raw
A realm where night is just as dark as day
Then swiftly swings the murky pendulum’s sway
Into the depths where dusk overdraw
The colors fade, the lights all led astray
In this dim world, the soul wears its flaw
Yet in this dance of drowned larks,
I see the vivid hues of life’s own tapestry
In every swing, a truth, a tale crawled
In edging beats, a rhythm bold and free
The season of a mind, both cursed and cold
In bipolar’s grasp, I’m about to be hauled.
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IV. I Was Riding My Bike To Work
When I Realized I Have No Job
In the grim dawn’s embrace, a hangover’s crown
I pedaled through the town, half-awake, forlorn
The streets, like old drunks, lay silent, worn
The wind a whisper of dreams that tumbled down
Tires spun tales of hope crumbled to dust
A ghostly memory of a desk, chair, and phone
Now shadows cast in a realm where light is overthrown
In the quiet, echoes of a life unjust
I paused at a light, where silence held its reign
No cars approached, just a void profound
The cosmic joke, a cruel, relentless bane
Pedaling hard, life’s wheel shattered on the ground
No office, no boss, no race, all in vain
Just me and this bike making a tearful sound.
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Very Weird Fishes
06:00
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V. Very Weird Fishes
Through the shadowed depths where waters weave
Beneath the moon’s enchanting, and spectral light
Forms of odd fishes, in a macabre rite
An aqueous dance, where secrets conceive
Their bodies, like snakes, in the moon’s eerie sight
Graceful movements, a dance of haunting might
Gleaming eyes reflect a ghostly plight
Creatures unique, in the ocean’s abyssal night
Whispers of the current tell tales of dread
Fins flutter like specters in a watery freeze
In liquid realms, where sublimity has bred
A dirge, an aquatic unease
Their story of ethereal beauty being spread
A nocturne beneath the moonlit seas.
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Cointreauversion
08:15
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VI. Cointreauversion
Within chambers dim where I keenly cry
Restless souls in a bitter-sweet high
A tale unfurls, a mystery to bestow
Within the night, a secret’s undertow
Through cobblestone, a procession unwinds
A haunting melody, where hearts it binds
In ice’s clink, an echo, cold and low
Each sip, a plunge into the abyss below
Beyond the stars, where dreams once soared with glee
In weeping realms where sinners dare not go
In this gorge where spirits eerily hide
A nameless murmur, a secret none confide
A dreamer’s toast to Cointreau’s gentle glow
In hazy memories, where shadows feyly bide.
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The Ills Bratislavský kraj, Slovakia
Starting back in 2008 as a bedroom project more than a regular band, The Ills found quickly missing spot in slovak independent scene. They connected their vision of how should post-rock sound like with shoegaze loudness. With two guitars, bass, drums and no vocals The Ills played from small pubs and cellars, clubs and festivals, and they are one of the most active slovak live bands. ... more
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