Double Fatality(Comes Around)

-La noche ha caído. Mi cuerpo entumecido yace abandonado a su suerte bajo la niebla del frio invierno. Mi Angel de la guarda ha venido a recogerme y llevarme a mi lecho donde descansare para siempre.-
Bajo estas premisas he intentado construir un sonido evocador que me traslada a esa fría noche.

Hadas En La Noche

Darkwave is an experimental music project incorporating elements of instrumental thrash metal combined with symphonic and electronic influences. 

Composing, guitars, programming: Zsolt Némethy.
Cover art: Lupus Photo (Dávid Ujhelyi).

Missa Innominata

Gloria

A nice happy song about pain and loss

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Heading south on dusty roads
Headlights glow against the dark
I still hear your voice, I remember your words
Burning bright inside my heart

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the cards I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals
(don't let it show)

Heading south running just in case
Love has faded like an old photograph
Feed your heartbreak to the fireplace
Warm your grief in the candle glow

Not my landscape, not my home
I played the part I was given
The beasts watch me from the shadows
As I avoid their suspicion

Sugar-coated suffering
(wonder what this one will bring?)
Food for the candle wick
(another song for us to sing)
Chords for pain everybody knows
(not my landscape, not my home)
Burn your heartbreak on the family coals
(don't let it show)

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Candle Glow

Went away for a few days and stayed at a house in middle of nowhere, there was nothing around but cows, on the side in the house was a little information sheet about the place, the lyrics are loosely based on that.

LYRICS

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up a family where no one could know. 

And, the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
Oooooooo. 

There are herbs on the hillside and fish in the stream, 
There's game to be poaching to make good the lean. 
All the animals crowd as the north-easter blows.
The short days of winter approach from below. 

And the cows stand and stare through your face. 
The cows that belong to this place.
The cows do not care how you feel.
The cows will not move from these fields.
Ooooooo-ah. 

And the hills do not know,
of the valley(s) below. (x2) 

ahhhhhh (x4) 

The cows do not give much away.
The cows in the wind do not sway.
The cows are not ever forlorn.
The cows stay right where they are born.
Oooooooo. 

Oh, to be free,
in the wild valley.
Now, look at me.
With my land, far from sea. 

Oh, look at me.
No stopping me now.
Oh, look at me.
With my field; full of cows. 

And, the hills do not know,
of the valley below. 

John Wild was staring at his pile of stones. He piled them together till he had a home.
In the fields full of gagel, where bog myrtle grows.
He'd raise up his family where no one could know. 

And the cows do not care how you feel.
The cows stand and stare in the fields.
The cows do not show on their face.
What they think of this place.
Ooooooooo.

Cows (Wild Ones)

Performed by Benjamin Nix

Written By Benjamin Nix and Dani Ford

Produced by Dani Ford

Gypsy

Foto von Drigo Diniz: https://www.pexels.com/de-de/foto/messing-gerahmter-wandspiegel-3230126/

MIRORRS

YOUTAKEMEOUTOFLOVE

A new collaboration with the marvelous https://soundcloud.com/spukschreibmaschine. First track of the album "Off with your head! But hold it tight." : https://soundcloud.com/thefallofsaigon/sets/off-with-your-head

The Queen (SpukSchreibMaschine x The Fall of Saigon)

You dont get time to think it out. [carry on]
Always lots of drink about. [sing your songs]
There's lots that you can't know.
From far below. 

There's a need to claim respite,
There's a way to end each night.
There's a place where you can go to carry on.
You can feel it in the pit.
Of your stomach where it hits.
Like a hot knife that is saying you've gone wrong.

You won't get half the time you need. [carry on]
Careful of the signs you heed. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
There's places left to go.
Which all lay you low.

We made off with the buskers guitars,
and stood and played oasis songs for hours.
You lead all the dancing in the crowd,
and clapped your hands off beat to keep them roused.
They called out requests and gathered round,
while we just both ignore their pleas aloud.
More, they cried as I played facelessly.
The people who would view me sceptically.

Inside you might be crying out [carry on]
Sure that there us no way out. [sing your songs]
You'll face the day alone.
Pulled down so low.

We can go here after bar.
Sinister you are.
One day you'll need a place to call your home.
Just keep pushing alone.
The night that you must roam.
There's only one straw that will break your back.

No point in trying to work it out. [carry on]
Have you ever tried to think it out? [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Nowhere left to go.
Except far below.

In any beam of sunlight of the day.
You'd cross the street and pass the other way.
Whilst our attempts to reach the other side.
Are met with naught but frowns and lack of pride.

You lead your procession to the clouds.
Whilst those who must remain just scrabble bout.
Looking for a fragment of your peace.
Least hoping to hang on to some relief.

Always lots to think about. [carry on]
Always too much drink about. [sing your songs]
[won't be long]
[can't be wrong]
Carry on alone. 
dragged down below. 