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Tears Of Gold

Our present for our fans, a free new special once in a lifetime Christmas single. We hope you enjoy it!

Lyrics:
Come on children and gather round
For the oldest tale ever found
White bearded, red cloaked
and a hate made from a lump of coal

ten fingers and ten toes
creep up under your window
Or he shoots down into the chimney
He knows when you're asleep

There's no place for you to hide
Once the Santa Claus is inside
Jingle bells, jingle bells
jingle all the way down to hell

oooh red snow, red snow
oooh red snow, red snow

Santa's got a toy for you
And there is nothing that you can do
He's locked you in his sight
in the gaze of wicked eyes

creeping up as his shadow surrounds
Your body stops making sounds
from now one trouble is close by
so have yourself a merry christmas tonight

oooh red snow, red snow
oooh red snow, red snow

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How the River Flows

Demon

In september 2019, two months before the start of the current pandemic, Max - composer and frontman of NovaWilde - sits at home with deadly boredom. Months have passed, be it not years, that the band he is in has been in an eversinking hole. Musical creative scarcity has been dominating since the boys have slowly drifted apart.

Then suddenly the cheeky guitar riff of Nothing but Time drops on his head and he starts writing like a madman. It will turn out to be the start of a return to form of the band of brothers from other mothers. Recognizable and still alien.

A simplistic banger that dances inbetween sexy grooves and what they thought would be the music of the futures back in the '70s. The lyrics are more relevant than ever. And that's why it's being released now and without warning in its current form. Who cares that it isn't in optimal conditions.

This is the Tuentin Quarantino version. A song by a band that has been taking itself too seriously, but doesn't want to take itself too seriously.

LYRICS:
I’ve been on the phone for days
Just fading away with nothing to say
How’ve you been, how you feel?
Oh what an ordeal, I’ve lost sight of what is real
I’m tossing and turning
Out of my mind
Paralysis analysis
And I’m waiting patiently for the Thunderdome
when you come home
 
When you try to comply
and put down every dime
You’ll find down the line
That life is worth nothing but time

I’m a drone can’t you see 
somebody pulling the strings
Puppeteer just leave me be
All the buttons have been pushed
Just like my face my mind is flushed
I’m a slave to my ways
A slave everyday, fighting to procreate
What a dream, what a sight
Vacation in my imagination

When you try to comply
and put down every dime
You’ll find down the line
That life is worth nothing but time

Nothing but Time (Tuentin Quarantino)

NovaWilde’s indie rock mixes influences ranging from bands like Arctic Monkeys and Queens of the Stone Age to concepts like the universe, love and loss. Live, they are a powerful plea for the genuine rock show: a thought-out set that takes you from deliberate silence to a sonic earthquake.

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