Momentos Lost In Time. This four files were recorded a couple of months ago. It's just a selection of four similar moods throughout more than a hundred recordings over the last 3 to four months. Just raw improvisations with unintelligible lyrics of a voice that doesn't really sings. 

01. Can the alarm clock; shower and breakfast. Joyfull ciclyng; windy, rainy and sunny. Can the dead end jobs, brainless, dull, 
tame and pointless; careless bosses and aggressive colleagues. The senseless consumism; the bread, the milk. Can the clothes and the toilet paper. 
The nicotine and the alcochol... Screens, gloss and banners. Can the voices, the silences and the noises.. The greetings and the end of a bottle.
Payslips, orders and lunch breaks... Sex, politeness and common habbits... Fear... The everyday life, rutine, struggle; the lost paths and worn off 
soles of our shoes... Suggestions and dope, mass culture. Can the forced mornings and relief nights... Could every movement be considered the oddisey 
of us trying to keep our dreams in a bed made of rust, fire and blood?

02. Bedtime.

03. Behind the fence, miles away. (Minds like to wander across broken glass fields and gardens of beautiful flowers just to look in the distance at 
reflections of scattered pain, joy and morbid arousal)((Think of the brackets as barbed wire))

04. I'm close for you to realise that i'm shit. 

04. I'm close for you to realise that i'm shit.

03. Behind the fence, miles away...

02. Bedtime.

01. Can the alarm clock; shower and breakfast...

Done while walking through a crowd of drunk people on ridiculous clothes in a ridiculous place at a ridiculous hour. 

Low Luuluu