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Don Martin Three/Moonraker/Hope Springs Eternal - Summer Ninety Six - Split 7”
(1995)

Moonraker - White Christmas

Taken from the 80N7 comp

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The Gloss

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Soft Signal

Hubbub

They say you never go back to the same place. I say you also never return to the same song. And if you do, you end up finding another shadow among jasmine. That’s what happens in Espiral: it starts in a garden where memory trips over your name and ends with an invisible embrace that leaves you shaking, both warm and cold at the same time.

There’s a place in Entre tus sombras y jazmín where everything is shy and sweet: time falls like dry leaves on an old tablecloth, the sun hides behind your eyes, and me, not sure if I’m singing or whispering, I keep my name safe in your garden. And there I stay, because leaving would mean getting lost.

Then, in Te hablé en silencio, one realizes talking doesn’t help. Better to whisper, stay in the mist, and make yourself invisible so you get seen anyway. It’s a cheap magic trick: being flower, seed, and spring without anyone noticing. Sad part: the other side has forgotten; beautiful part: you still wait, because waiting is what you do, even if it hurts, even if it’s ridiculous.

Next comes Lo que elegí, which has nothing heroic about it: walking through a desert is boring, dirty, and slow, and the stones don’t applaud. One wonders if someone is watching from afar —sure they are— and if they’re throwing shadows at you. Doesn’t matter. What matters is knowing that time drags everything, even your dumbest decisions, and that you leave traces without asking permission.

Then the coyote appears in Danza del coyote, a lovable son of a gun: breaks the order, makes you laugh, screams, and makes you realize that peace isn’t sleeping, it’s dancing over embers without burning too badly. A blind master of ceremonies: breaks you, rebuilds you, and makes you sing with throat and heart, even if you don’t know what you’re saying.

Then comes Lógica de Sol, and logic doesn’t matter. The sun doesn’t charge, doesn’t demand, doesn’t lie. You sing, you dance, you burn fears and applaud the tenderness whispering everywhere. No altars, no dictators; just a little light scratching your back, telling you everything’s fine, even if it’s not.

La Bicicleta, the bycicle: when you don’t know if you’re coming or going, but you pedal, and the world spins with you. Your body moves, wind slaps your face, and suddenly everything seems simple. Simple and extraordinary, like life itself.

Círculo Polar is the ending that feels like a beginning: cold, crystalline, icy blue. The soul purifies, sees its reflection in the ice. Contemplation calms the tremors, and the mind plunges into the quiet that precedes the end of the cycle.

Finally, Abrazo, the instrumental, closes the journey with a silent gesture: an embrace containing everything lived. No words, just resonance. Everything condenses here: memory, pain, light, shadow. The spiral closes, yet keeps spinning, because experiencing time is infinite.

In the end, Espiral isn’t an album. It’s a diary of inner adventures where you laugh, fall, get up, and ask yourself why the hell we keep listening to songs that make us tremble while time keeps falling like dry leaves.

Lo que elegí

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Charlie

why won’t u listen to me
when i tell you the truth
your ears are ringing 
from talking too much 
the words are slipping through your teeth 
and i don’t like them
i don’t like them 

and i don’t know 
what to say
it’s hard looking at your face 
when you’re wasting away
i wanna day together 
we’ll make it through ok
but i don’t know 
i don’t know

below the water 
your heads swimming 
and i can’t hear a sound
i must be drowning
i think i’m getting sick
my hairs thinning out

my heart seems heavier today 
looking at the circles under your eyes 
and i worry every time i see you now 

and i don’t know 
what to say
it’s hard looking at your face 
when you’re wasting away
i wanna say together
 we’ll make it through ok
but i don’t know 
i don’t know

- mastered by Grant Lepping (@icycrevice)

Charlie

we rode bikes that day 
i hope i don't crash again
we passed by that house
the one that burned to the ground
you said you were bored 
so we rode away 
mariah cant come play
so i heard you complain
you said you felt alone
and she made you feel brave

i just want to feel like a kid

running around this town
running around this old town
can we pretend were kids
 climbing the trees
can we act like i 
never ran away
running around this town
running around this old town

montgomery street

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