is that 3 octaves of vocals?  that sounds so cool.

Bombs From Space

Music K. Todorov, lyrics taken from the poem "The Hollow men" by T.S. Eliot
Arrangement: Hervé Arroyo, Sylvain Palpant, K. Todorov
Guest vocals from Melody Nelson
Artwork: Sarah Morris

… 
The eyes are not here,
there are no eyes here
in this valey of dying stars
in this hollow valay

In this last of meeting places
we grope together
and avoid speech
gathered at this beach of tumid river

Eyes I dare not meet in dreams
these do not appear
in this valey of dying stars
in this hollow valay

Let me be no nearer 
the eyes reappear
a tree is swinging
and voices are singing
this hollow valey.

Last Of Meeting Places

Music and lyrics by K. Todorov, Markus Eronen and F. G. Lorca
Arrangement: Hervé Arroyo, Sylvain Palpant, K. Todorov
Artwork: Sylvain Palpant
…
The rooms are wet, with clouded eyes I walk around the house looking for you but I woke up already, there is nobody here, it’s cold out there, it’s cold in here, but i just keep on searching through the walls white, through the shelved books through the dried up flowers, i sink through the floor a deep blue sea

when the moon sails out
with hundred identical faces
the coins made of silver
sob in your pocket.


The child stares, stares.
The child is staring at her.
In the breeze, stirred,
the moon stirs her arms
shows, pure, voluptuous,
her breasts of hard tin.
The places you've touched long ago are still shining.

You cannot eat an orange under the moons fullness, it is correct to eat, then, green and icy fruit and let the waves carry the boat into the harbor of the city where the other ladies hand you dried up flowers and the books are filled with curses


When the moon sails out
the water hides earth’s surface,
the heart feels like an island
in the infinite silence.

The child stares, stares.
The child is staring at her.
In the breeze, stirred,
the moon stirs her arms
shows, pure, voluptuous,
her breasts of hard tin.
The places you've touched long ago are still shining.

Lorca (When the Moon Sails Out)

Lyrics and music by K. Todorov
Arrangement: Hervé Arroyo, Sylvain Palpant, K. Todorov
Artwork: Sylvain Palpant
...
I'm heading straight to your heart but not like arrow
the silent shadow next to you is my shadow

the night is coming hung on its stars

Thorns

Alma, 2021.
Music K. Todorov, lyrics from the poem "Dreamwalker Ballads" by F. G Lorca
Arrangement and production: Alma, 2021
Drums by Hervé Arroyo

---
Friend, I wish to trade
my horse for your house
my saddle for your mirror
my knife for your blanket
Friend, I come bleeding 
from the Cabra Pass
If I could, young man,
I'd make you a deal
But I'm not me anymore
my house is not my house.

Friend, I want to die
tucked up in my bed
a steel bed
with the finest linen sheets
Don't you see these wounds 
from my chest to my throat?
Your white shirt sports
three hundred dark roses
But I'm not me anymore
My house is not my house

Dreamwalker Ballad

Music and words by The Pipes of C (2016)

...

the lake is silent and deep and our words run into it naked 
birds are shifting the clouds with their beaks to hide the scene

our home has always been there where we drink  in rhythm and watch 
the colors of darkness together, before we dive in the lake 
for a song

The wind runs in the branches like pumped by a heart
behind the windows a small town a small aftermath
the dawn is born from the light of our last cigarette
the dawn is there but we’re not leaving yet

the birds are shifting the squares of the night 

we smell of rain tonight with the taste of the earth in our mouths
with the climax, a bullet that twists in a gun: 
I am in love
I am  


The wind runs like blood through the veins of the night
behind the windows a small town with small homicides
the dawn is born from the light of our last cigarette
the dawn is there but we’re not leaving yet

a child puts a ladybird into his mouth and smiles

Small Homicides

Music Atomheart 
Lyrics by Markus Eronen and Atomheart

—
Search everything,
tell me what you've found.
My hands are tingling,
my feet above the 
ground.
Search for me with those hands.

I am quiet for once
Marbles roll down the pavement
the clouds go down and down
but these memories stick to us like tar

The reason I came to the lake was
she saw me in a dream 
i moved with her silent signs

there’s something in the curves of her hair
a moon-ray harpsichord
the music of prophecies
falling over her shoulders

Search Everything

Words & music by Atomheart (2017). Drum samples by Hervé Arroyo

—— 
There are no elephants to slaughter on the road between you and I
there are still crimes we did not commit

The miles of rails and states now twist and dance before my tired eyes
the landscape changes and we don't fit 

While I was worrying about my rhymes
While I was strengthening my arms
While I was busy wasting time
you've been drifting away my love

Was I the guy who left his suitcase and guitare and silence behind 
and hopped off the train to take you in his arms

We needed a foreign language as a shelter where we could tell
je t’aime and all the rest and tell je t’aime from hell

Elephants

https://sukopyramidbc.bandcamp.com/track/ill-go-extinct

ON ALL STREAMING PLATFORMS 29th SEP!!!

It seems I’ll go extinct 
new heights I cannot reach 
go climb your new buildings 
I’ll hide deep in my ditch 

and all the way 
down into my cave 
where there’s a dim light I’ll be there 
I will behave the way you expect: 

terrified 
with a crazy eye 
I’ll be almost deaf and blind 
with images in my mind 

I guess I’ll go extinct 
my lies couldn’t compete 
mutate into a being 
with no contradictories 

And I’ll be dead 
deep in my grave 
talking still to the terrain 
no one will hear what I have to say 

In any case 
they wouldn’t understand 
the ants and worms ate all my flesh 
with no tongue, still some hair 

I guess I’ll go extinct 
new heights I cannot reach 
go climb your new buildings 
I’ll hide deep in my ditch 



Written and produced by Adrián Suchowolski 

Max Devereaux on Electric Guitar, Backing Vocals and Percussion. 

Nelson Devereaux on Horns and Horn Effects 

Julio Sesma on Drums

On Bandcamp

I'll Go Extinct

Fenno-Bulgarian? Art collective? In Germany?

LET'S BREAK OUR PLATES AND DANCE SIRTAKI TO THE FOOTPRINTS OF THE DEAD POETS WHO ROAMED THESE WOODS AS OUR MOTHERS WERE GETTING PREGNANT GIVING BIRTH TO MARVELOUS MEN


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