« Obey » 

There are those who live like you,
Others who don't live like you
And others who don't live at all. 

There are some who think for you
In the books you will learn
That there are pawns, there are kings
And sometimes there are fools
Who point fingers at you
'Cause it's written there

Some will tell you don't do this 
And others say don't do that
Because it's not for you
Because it's not like that
And you'll think
“What am I doing here, 
this life is not for me... »

Obey…

Sara : «  Come, vis, ta vie, Follow me » (live, your life)

Obey…

I don't want to kill, I stole nothing except hearts 

I obey, on my life

I obey...

I obey

To accept yourself, to know yourself, is freedom without conspiracies

I obey 

I obey 

There are those who live like you,
Others who don't live like you
And others who don't live at all. 

There are some who think for you
In the books you will learn
That there are pawns, there are kings
And sometimes there are fools
Who point fingers at you
Because it's written there

Some will tell you don't do this 
And others say don't do that
Because it's not for you
Because it's not like that
And you'll think
“What am I doing here, 
this life is not for me... »


Obéis 2x

I don't want to kill, I stole nothing except hearts 

I obey, on my life 

I obey 

I obey

There are some who think for you
In the books you will learn
That there are pawns, there are kings
And sometimes there are fools
Who point fingers at you
Because it's written there

There are those who think like you
Others who don't think like you
And still others who don't think at all 

There are those who live like you,
Others who don't live like you
And others who don't live at all. 

Some will tell you don't do this 
And others say don't do that
Because it's not for you
Because it's not like that
And you'll think
“What am I doing here, 
this life is not for me... »

Come…


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Respect a few things, realize yourself, become free...

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Obey...
« To your life, to your freedom... it's a legacy for my children, our children, all children, as well as for big children. 
So as not to fall into the traps of extremes, frustrations, conspiracy, racism... Respecting a few basic rules and mocking the rest, finding oneself, living one's life, breathing, becoming everything one wants to be without getting too stressed. »

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Obéis Piano version (Da fresh winter inspiration - Testament)

Quelques chaleurs qui remontent
Quelques corps qui dansent
De l'eau de l'air et du feu
Voilà ce que nous donne Spain

spain

New Spring

People know
Life is a Hill
No escape
On Sisyphus way

But we are
Made of flesh and bones
Quick to break
All the barrieres

So you are
So you dare
Hey little man
Come with us

So you see
So you feel
Little man
Break your chains

Rise again
Like anyday
Spread your wings
Facin’ the Sun

Rise again
No other choice
Be the bird
That takes flight

Forever risin’
On Sisyphus way
Forever risin’
On Sisyphus way
Forever risin’
On Sisyphus way

Forever Rising

Somebody That I Used To Know [Single]

Heaven's Gonna Save You (No)

Written & Composed by:  Bill Withers
(c) 1971 Interior Music Corp.   Administered by Sounds of Universal, inc.

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
It's not warm when she's away
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And she's always gone too long
Anytime she's goes away

Wonder this time where she's gone
Wonder if she's gone to stay
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away

And I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know, I know, I know, I know
I know, I know

Hey, I ought to leave young thing alone
But ain't no sunshine when she's gone, whoa-whoa

Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
Only darkness every day
Ain't no sunshine when she's gone
And this house just ain't no home
Anytime she goes away

Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away
Anytime she goes away

Live: Aint No Sunshine (Bill Withers )

Pittsburgh Slim and Mars Kestrel are the Nunchuks

rearranged

The Stone That Makes The Statue was inspired by the band flying into Keflavík and invokes the rocky, bleak landscape of Iceland.

Percussion driven, it is a return to the post rock roots of the 4 piece, melodic keyboards and harsh guitars, melody and intensity, booming bass and atmosphere.

Laxá are: 
Jussi Siglarson - Guitar
Bjarne Guðjohnsen - Bass/Vocals
Matthias Helguson - Drums
Mike Taylor - Keyboards

The Stone That Makes The Statue, new Post rock by Laxá

(Lyrics)
Lowlife me won't ever learn my lesson
Codeine with some whiskey that's my medication
Pop another bean until I drown my feelings
I got blood on my ceiling think I'm better off dying

Sorry to my mum I know she hates it
Poisoning my body its so complicated
All these money I been making they don't mean shit
Many people in my life they just fake care

Walking down this road all by my own
I don't need no company I got my Styrofoam
Turn on airplane mode I wont pickup my phone
Used to being alone feeling like a ghost

Got no where to go
I'm a wreck I know
It's just skin and bones
I wont be growing old

Got no where to go
I'm a mess I know
Wait for overdose
Reaper taking me home

No where else to go
Death is coming close

Lowlife me wont ever learn my lesson
Codeine with some whiskey that's my medication
Pop another bean until I drown my feelings
I got blood on my ceiling think I'm better off dying

Sorry to my mum I know she hates it
Poisoning my body it's so complicated
All these money I been making they don't mean shit
Many people in my life they just fake care

Walking down this road all by my own
I don't need no company I got my Styrofoam
Turn on airplane mode I wont pickup my phone
Used to being alone feeling like a ghost

Prod. @everestdidthis

Feel Like A Ghost [Everestdidthis]

Inspired by the final lines from the poem Ode: Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood by the English Romantic poet William Wordsworth (1770-1850)

"The Clouds that gather round the setting sun
Do take a sober colouring from an eye
That hath kept watch o'er man's mortality;
Another race hath been, and other palms are won.
Thanks to the human heart by which we live,
Thanks to its tenderness, its joys, and fears,
To me the meanest flower that blows can give
Thoughts that do often lie too deep for tears."



Intimations: A Prelude

Love this new track by Wesghost wanted to give it a quick spin with some help from NoCare$.

spain

Mismatched fusion

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