All she hears is loud music and noise stuck in her head. She can’t make it stop. She closes her eyes wishing to fall asleep. At least for a while. The only thing she sees are strange yellow blobs floating in her brain and changing their brightness. Like dancing in a thick pool of nothing.

     “Go away…”

The song in her head is getting louder and her body feels like it has been invaded by the loud noises. 

     “What’s happening to me?” She asks herself while trying to get up from bed. She manages to get up and decides to go to the bathroom. Stands in front of the mirror and splashes some water on her face. She sees her face but can’t recognize it, she sees the water but can’t feel it. It’s like she is looking at herself from a distance while she is standing just in front of her.

     “What’s happening to me?!! What’s this!! Who is this?”

She’s scared. She’s losing it. Gladly her body was so tired that it just switched off. It's a way of getting some rest...

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Lyrics:

Wish I knew why i'm so tired
Surely I wouldn’t sleep
The day grows old
And I’m still in bed
Not worried if I’m not getting up
And it’s wrong. Something must be wrong

Wish I knew why I can’t sleep
Surely I would wake up
The night grows old
And I’m still standing
Not worried if I won’t rest any more
And it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong

Three Sides of a Tragedy II

A Confused Mind

If you lived in Caracas in the late 90’s it is possible you heard his music when visiting the underground music scene, under a different name that is. A slow, dark and sometimes hard type of rock. Moving through classic and progressive rock. Strange music, not everyone's cup of tea, but with a growing audience.

Or maybe you saw and heard him moving through the city while playing his acoustic guitar with his friend and musical teammate. Playing and singing songs from The Beatles and Pink Floyd, to Cat Stevens, Soda Stereo and Nirvana. Maybe you paid them for their performance in money... or in beer.

After a long 20 years retirement from music (because life), he came back as Man from the Box. With a similar and refreshed music style and thrilled to start working with music again. Still loyal to the rock, progressive and experimental genres, Man from the Box plays music that feels eclectic, yet direct and personal, merging personal lyricism with unpredictable arrangement.
 
The now Sweden-based artist mastered the skill of blending insightful production values with skilled musicianship and great vocal performances.

“I never stopped thinking and dreaming in music. I feel such a big relief now that I started composing and producing again. It is never late.”

Music Promotion: strongpromoforu@gmail.com

𝙋𝙧𝙤𝙜 𝙧𝙤𝙘𝙠'𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙞-𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙤 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙪𝙥 𝙚𝙭𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙤𝙢𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙨.