This is not a love song.

What was important until yesterday or perhaps we thought it was important has completely lost its meaning. Finally.
All I really wanted was something authentic, something meaningful.

It's an old song  or just another stupid one.
And what will be, will be

Happy Birthday Mom,
luv...

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Situations may have changed
Since the time we thought
We were grown it's gone so fast
But I still remember
Possibly another day
Another life
It's no use in spilling ink
Over another page

Can't afford not to sleep
Seems pretty unclear
My thoughts buzz the hell on me
You won't disappear
Possibly another day
Another life
It's no use in spilling ink
Over another page

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and as the night 
fades away
and the dawn
takes its place
only echoes
of a last embrace
this could have been 
something great

this really could have been 
something special
now we’ll never realize
our true potential

haunted by doubts 
in midnight air 
visions like ghosts 
burden to bear
maze of our minds 
search for the key 
still no escape 
this tragedy

Something Great

sad days

The mirror's cracked, the vision's blurred
But I believe in every word
Dreams won't fade if I keep them strong
If I'm wrong, I'll prove I belong

He wakes at dawn, chasing stars
Thinks hard work's what got him this far
When things go wrong, it's luck to blame
Yet he swears he'll win again the same

You call it madness, a fool's crusade
But I'll climb the heights that fear forbade
It's not deception - it's how I lead
Delusion's the strength I'll always need

She's solving a puzzle no one's cracked
Believes her grit fills what others lack
Smarter minds gave up the fight
But she's sure her hours will make it right

You call it madness, a fool's crusade
But I'll climb the heights that fear forbade
It's not deception - it's how I lead
Delusion's the strength I'll always need

They call it folly
Call it pride
But without this fire
Who'd even try?

He sings his heart in the shower each day
No crowds yet, but he's sure they'll stay
The stage is close, he feels it now
He'll take the mic and show them how

You call it madness, a fool's crusade
But I'll climb the heights that fear forbade
It's not deception - it's how I lead
Delusion's the strength I'll always need

The power of delusion keeps me strong
Without it, I'd never move along
Call it madness, call it pride
It's the flame that keeps me alive

The Power of Delusion

Kome Through (Keep Kompany)

Open Door

All music by me, except “PsychoBitch” by Whitney Porter and Me, and “Timeless” by Dani Ford and Me.

Special thanks to Kahlan Davis, John Moreland, Whitney Porter, Dani Ford, and Toxic Bros.

Cover by AmazingArtWork (PixaBay)

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Guitars: Jerry Matheny, Spencer Brochard
Drums: Josh Rodgers
Pedal Steel: Milo Deering
Bass: Pete Miller
Vocal: Will Montgomery
Backup Vocals: Spencer Brochard
Engineering: Paul Osborn @ Audio Dallas
Written & Mixed by Will Montgomery

The Gravity of You

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The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara
"The Descent"
Music Composition: Andrea Papi
Lyrics & Vocals: Daphne Ang

‘The Descent’ presents a theatrical experience of the awe-inspiring, impetuous, almost frightening, beauty of nature. It is narrated by the voice of Mother Nature herself, who recites an ominous monologue warning us of an imminent disaster.

The song offers a glimpse into the psyche and essence of Mother Nature and her duality – who is both at once Gaia – the gentlest mother, who at her bosom feeds plants and all things living, and Mother Nature – the great equaliser, the wrathful goddess Kali, she who is the source of all of Earth’s calamities. 

Hypnotic, meditative, and bittersweet, ‘The Descent’ seeks to evoke an experience of the purity and beauty of Mother Nature and how quickly she can turn into a wild and destructive force, bringing death and desolation to all who stand in her path. 

'The Descent' by The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara, was released worldwide on November 6, 2020.

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About The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara (TCOMAS) are a London-based duo comprising Andrea Papi and Daphne Ang. Coming together in early 2020 to record their debut album FULL SPECTRUM, the duo are fast establishing their niche in music as pioneers of a new form of expression, through the performance of poetry in music, and as an act that traverses between the wide-reaching spectrums of music. 

Drawing inspiration from TOOL and Kraftwerk, as well as the poetry of Sylvia Plath, Virginia Woolf, and Jim Morrison, TCOMAS brings literature, art, and history together into a space where rock and metal meets electronic. 

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🎵 'The Descent' - Lyrics

Why won't you and I escape from this gilded age,
Away from this crumbling world
We can sail away on the seven seas,
On a porcelain ship, with satin sails, on seas of mercury

We will coax the monsters out from their deepest trenches 
To meet Surya's warm rays
We will relive the purity and innocence before the Fall of man

In our utopia, 
we will make a nest of fresh grass and lace,
And spend endless nights solving the mysteries of the Arnolfini portrait

We will never experience apathy, ennui, nor despair
We will be far from the scourge of disease,
And grow forbidden fruit from a tree,
And eat from it without fear or guilt 
Each day will have the glory of all four seasons

Everything will be sublime,
Every day will be divine 
It is only a universe away
Just you and me

We can live as immortals, 
Forever nubile, 
Forever fertile,
Your flesh in mine 

Won't you come with me
Only if you want to

When the jarring silence confronts you, 
Reply with a melodious, well-strung haiku
When faced with nothing but shards and smithereens of a flawed existence
A glorious train wreck on her maiden voyage to a phantom promise land

Detesting the white light of truth,
Its unflattering glare, 
Leaving nothing bare,
Penetrating the thickest smog of ignorance

Gasping for air as your flounder and flail
Your face pressed against a glass ceiling
Silence,
White light,
Greatest nemesis

What we need is a baptism of fire,
A tabula rasa
Fertile soils to sow the seeds of a new world
But will we emerge scarred or unscathed

Huddle with me
In a foetal gnarl 
How cathartic it must be
Toba has awaken

All is white-hot,
All is chaos
Happy now, 
They put down their shotguns and bibles

Indeed, purgatory is at our doorsteps
One thousand years of darkness
Finally, the long-awaited rapture has arrived,
Sucking the self-righteous into its clouds.

But not you, not me
I’d like us to be left behind on this godforsaken wasteland,
To witness the apocalypse
Climbing trees, to have a glimpse of the world,
Crumbling, nevertheless

© 2020 The Chronicles of Manimal and Samara

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