10/08/16

Things happen

Discursion- Prism Blind

Artwork: Fractured Fractals
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Prism Blind

The debut of the hottest new band this side of the Atlantic: SUNBURNT LUNG. Now available for download at https://sunburntlung.bandcamp.com/album/sound-screen

Sunburnt Lung is... 
TOM - guitar, vocals/lyrics (tracks 2, 3, 4, 6), bass 
ROB - drums, vocals/lyrics (tracks 5, 7), cover art 

All music written and performed by Sunburnt Lung, 2016. Glory be the Disk.

Takes It Black

We're really proud of the collaboration project with Augenmerk. This started with her excellent words and voice, and grew from there. See more Augenmerk material at: https://soundcloud.com/augenmerk

(Karin's wonderful Lyrics)
An empty sky
An empty sky

An Empty sky
but I don't mourn 
Life is a thunderstorm on swaying ground
My shoes full of holes, my legwear is worn, 
the drive through wind and fog goes on.

Awake, on bare soil I am pushed and pulled,
spread by the wind and blown,
in all directions I escape, flee, melt away.

And now I'm quiet and empty.
I've lost and gained
I'm closer to me and near to the ground,
harkening to the rain, sifting my moods.
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Does happiness need the entire room
and no swords in the neck,
or contently living at the brink?

Nevertheless, I have always flown,
following flying foxes and the migration of birds.
I have felt the wind bride and her call.

“Miracle” was the slogan and healing my lot.
Now I have jumped off this horse
have left the wind or he me.

I'm sitting firmly on the ground
in fog grass and thin it out by night.
I'm grazing the nights.
Silent hours still unfurl themselves to me
and my horses graze, moonlit.
The best time is timeless.
Carrying my cloak of mist to shreds I am carefree.

(repeats both verses of 2nd movement as a round)

An empty sky
Is the slogan and healing of my lot
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Sifting my moods.
I have not counted them, they have remained. 
My happiness is timeless, don't often ask me how I am.
Life runs in narrow lanes. Is there freedom?
Freely tasting the ground water.

No collateral. No safeties.
No big moments fill the day,
Kind of ornamental happiness.
Is this luck, staggering on one leg in a circle?

An empty sky and I don't mourn 
Life is a thunderstorm on swaying ground.

An Empty Sky - Augenmerk & Skiprope Cello (collaboration)

Welcome to visit my tracks, songs and soundscapes emerging from the heart and mind, using samples, electronics, electric and acoustic instruments. Inspired by world music and dynamics of the human being.

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