Waste is from the California Nu Metal band NMSO4 (also known as Crooked)

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The night keeps sending me postcards of old ghosts
They come back in color — sharper than they ought

I used to sleep with anchors stitched into my ribs
Weights of other people's measures — heavy as ships
Dreams delivered receipts for debts I never owed
They printed my reflection in margins I outgrew

I learned to match the metronome of someone else's praise
Till mornings were a ledger and nights were stained with haze

But the ledger folds; the ink won't always bind
I keep the pages closed to see what I might find

I untie anchors at dawn and let the harbor breathe
Not to go forever — just to learn what keeps me seaborne
I am not exile or surrender; I am a hand on my own sleeve
I set a course for healing — not for leaving forevermore

I traded clocks for compasses, traded scores for sails
Recalibrated pulses that once beat to broken scales
The old machine of praise still clicks beneath the floor
I hear it in my sleep but I no longer own the door

No fury in the severing — just a patient, careful cut
A seam rethreaded gently so the wound does not erupt

CUT — THE — CORD
LOOSE — THE — LINE
FLOAT — AWAY
LEARN — TO — BREATHE

I will fold the maps you pressed into my palm
Keep one corner for the future: a slow, tentative psalm
I might light a flare one day, send a soft, careful call
But not to tether my spine — only to say I learned to stand tall

This anchorless dawn is mine to meet alone
I steer from memory, but I hold the helm my own
If time allows a bridge, I’ll send my voice across the foam
Until then I learn the harborless route back toward home

The clock still whispers, the night still keeps its pace
But I wake with pockets empty — and a steadier place

ANCHORLESS DAWN (THE LONG NIGHT Part 3)

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Cuando Roberto Martínez, el mismísimo MR Bienvenido a los 90, leyó nuestro correo y nos ofreció hacer una entrevista en su queridísimo (en este mundillo)podcast, no lo podíamos creer. Un grupo como nosotros, más underground que un pozo de petróleo, que el propio núcleo de la Tierra yendo pa Madrid, y joder… con la calidez con la que nos acogió. Bueno, pues aparte de hacer un nuevo amigo, imaginaros cuando después de ese día, volviendo a nuestra casa en Valencia, recibo un WhatsApp de Roberto diciéndonos que si queríamos participar en un disco homenaje al primer LP de Foo Fighters. Obviamente, solo nos faltó coger las guitarras en el coche y grabarla en radiocasete. Quisimos hacer algo lo más original posible, que sonara a THE WASTED GARAGE, pero que sonase como realmente un homenaje a tan maravillosa banda.

When Roberto Martínez, the one and only Mr. Welcome to the 90s, read our email and offered us an interview on his beloved (in this scene) podcast, we couldn’t believe it. A band like us, more underground than an oil well, deeper than the Earth’s core heading to Madrid, and fuck… the warmth with which he welcomed us.

Well, apart from making a new friend, imagine this: after that day, on our way back home to Valencia, I get a WhatsApp from Roberto asking if we’d like to take part in a tribute album to Foo Fighters’ first LP. Obviously, we were one step away from grabbing the guitars in the car and recording it on a cassette player.

We wanted to do something as original as possible, something that sounded like THE WASTED GARAGE, but that truly felt like a tribute to such an amazing band. We hope you like it as much as we do.

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