when the last are gone
When there´s no more born
When the last word´s been said
Only winds are left
Back to a blank page again
Back to what we started
Cold bones reach out to bones 
Sketch themselves into a skeleton
Begin again
When we were growing
Just like smoke rising
Folding with meaning
Before disappearing
Wake us up from flat sheets
Sit us up Into a flickering screen
Press our face to a bubble of past lives
See ourselves on the other side
Begin again
Can you feel it
A flap of wings in your mind
stretching out your thoughts
Was only a temporary pause
Whispers narrow into words
Forming meaning as they fall/drop
One last breath reaches out
Circuit´s closed our eyes are open
begin again
when the last are gone
When there´s no more born
When the last word´s been said
Only winds are left

Begin Again

on the night of the black sabbath a nativity in black birthed an evil unknown to the sleeping village. survived an electric funeral only to be greeted home by the hand of doom. the children of the grave fertilize the untamed sweet leaf as humanity is lost into the void. the orchids left burnt under the sun. a fluffy symptom of the universe. we tell ourselves it's alright, but junior's eyes look up to the skies in pain.

MIXOF REALITY - teaser

on the night of the black sabbath a nativity in black birthed an evil unknown to the sleeping village

RIP Ozzy
Andy Sandoval: Guitars, Bass, Drums and Vocals

War Pigs / Luke's Wall (Black Sabbath Cover )

The whole goal is not to overproduce. It needs to sound like a few kids jamming in a garage
I play all instruments on all tracks except when my daughter Megan fills in on vocals, or my brother-in-law Javier sits in on bass once in a while.

Irish singer-songwriter crafting intimate, stripped-down acoustic songs with poetic lyrics and heartfelt melodies. Now based in Barcelona, I blend folk, indie, and subtle jazz influences, inviting listeners into raw, emotional storytelling—just voice, guitar or piano, and pure feeling.

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