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Si recorres hoy tu tierra
Y no te escondes de tu hermano
Te abrirás un nuevo rumbo
Al clamor del apartado

Si te vuelves como un niño
Y te acercas al anciano
Que en su soledad espera
Muchos sueños olvidados

No demores en romper 
Ese corazón de piedra
Dios lo puede remover
Y regarlo como a tierra


Vuelve a ser nuestro Maestro
Nuestro mejor hortelano
Y trabaja en nuestra tierra
No te  tardes artesano
Hubo que pagar un precio
Una lanza y unos clavos
Y la sangre que decreta
El que se humilla será exaltado

Hay un nuevo amanecer
Otra oportunidad llega
No la quieras tu perder
Es muy triste la condena

Solo por el Evangelio
Es que el alma se salva
Mira a Cristo y tu horizonte
Tendrá luz y mucha calma.



guitarra - Adrian Odriazola
batería - Jorge Savelon
bajo y voz - Juan Medrano

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5 . El Hortelano

Rasputin is an Orchestral Ambient Album Inspired by the Enigmatic, Grigori Rasputin. The Sound of Sin and Royalty.

Murder At Yusupov Palace

I wrote the lyrics to this song a song time ago in the dark and distant early 90s while on tour with the band I was singing in at the time. The music to this song wasn't finished so during spring '21 I picked it up while fiddling with some chords and this is the result.

Redemption

Watermelon man

Watermelon Man

Millie Da Mink

this line will never fly

Fight The Feeling

Like a bird in a cage doesn't know what it's missing, as it stares into the bright sky.
He never experienced wind on his wings, as his life was passing him by.
But he's sure that there's something.
Just beyond reaching.
He can feel it within his minds eye.
An ache beyond words.
A nagging deep feeling.
As he stares and longs for that sky.

Oh, there's no gain.
Without any pain.
Like a punch bag.
Locked away safe.
Oh, there's no way.
To get away.
When you deny.
All that's inside you.
All that's inside you denied.

Memory can be transformed by a meeting with someone who comes with a plan.
A plan that might keep you from opening boxes, discovering things by that chance.
Like a jigsaw with thousands of similar pieces.
Place them anyway that you choose.
But it's right or it isn't.
It fits or it doesn't.
It's easy to get the thing loose.

Oh, there's no gain.
Without any pain.
Like a punch bag.
Locked away safe.
Oh, there's no way.
To get away.
When you deny.
All that's inside you.
All that's inside you denied.

A pointless vendetta based on an opinion that flies in the face of the truth.
Hard to play anything, even Solitaire, without a full deck of cards to use.
The keeper of secrets.
Creator, benefactor.
A tinker, a tailor, a spy.
The transformation from a squab to a pigeon.
Held back by a bare faced lie.

Oh, there's no gain.
Without any pain.
Like a punch bag.
Locked away safe.
Oh, there's no way.
To get away.
When you deny.
All that's inside you.
All that's inside you denied.




No Gain

Just when you thought you’d seen everything 
The madness starts up, unleached like a coiled spring
The hate and suffering are everywhere
It’s going get it’s going to get
 a lot worse from here . 
It’s happening 

The forces on high are watching us down below 
Looking forward to the fight
We’ll see whose right 

They don’t know what’s coming
They’ve never seen a power like this before 


Just when you thought you’d seen all the pain
The engines of war, starting up again 
The hate and suffering are everywhere
Just look to the past, look to the past 
At what’s written down 
It’s happening 

The white horse will ride to save us down below
Looking forward to the fight
Victory’s in sight

Deliverance

Moonlight Guitarist

Correndo atrás de sonhos transcendentais...

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