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Falsetto sunset
The day ain’t done yet
Things have been so hard
Can’t look you in eye
But still I try
I’m broken on the inside
Yeah, we’re all scarred

Out on the horizon
Lie all the lies that
You tell yourself each day
Whatever gets you through 
Another week or two
Say what you’ve got to say
Before it’s too late

A drop in the bucket
A dime a dozen
We’re so small 

I had dreams once
When I was young
Now I’m a stepping stone
For the paths of others
When you discover
That you’re all alone
There’s no point in pretending anymore

What do you think about at night
Before you sleep? 
Have you ever looked at the big screen?
The glowing enterprise
That we’re feeding with our lives
Just a tooth, in the gears,
In the wheel of the machine
 
A drop in the bucket
A dime a dozen
We’re so small

Just a tooth, in the gears, In the wheel of the machine

We’re so small

Hey Mr. Phil,
lemme offer you a hand.
And let me help you figure it out
down in Punxsutawney-land.

You just a whistle pig.
You don't ever get it right.
I don't need no god damn weatherman.
I'll just go outside.

Hey Mr. Dick,
leave the caterpillar alone.
How many years of being wrong 
before you pack it up and go home?

You don't speak no woolly bear.
and you don't ever get it right.
I don't need no god damn weatherman.
I'll just go outside.

So there's these bunch of assholes.
A whole meteorological family.
Gonna call themselves the Weather Channel,
and still go and fuck me?

You got how many weather nerds?
and you still can't get it right?
I don't need no god damn weatherman.
I'll just go outside.

Hey fuel station attendant man.
Just sell me the smokes and gas.
If I wanted your input on the weather,
I'd just fucking ask.

But I don't.
and you don't ever get it right.
I don't need no god damn weather man.
I'll just go outside.

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Whistle Pig

Just A Shot AWAY

Phone Call

Unique Face

where you are,
there you are,
near is near,
far is far,
there's no forgiveness,
just whispering ears,
my head is a bony bag,
of broken mirrors,

summerset, 
can't forget,
all strung out,
fingers fret,
invisible friend will be keeping the time,
deep in the slake of my slither-pit mind,

the imaginary world that grew from our love,
sleeps in the deep dreaming of the above,
cold and indifferent the cynical skies,
heart that won't start and a head full of lies,

how I love you,

make believe,
starts to rot,
the story world,
you forgot,
whispering ears or a silence so cruel,
borrowing tears on eternal renewal.

I love you,

you left me here, all whispering ears,
the shadowless Queendom that you used to rule,
sleeps in the deep 'neath a silence so cruel,
and I'm laying to rest,
the skipped beat in my breast,
and the hiss of my whispering ears

           ....

happily never after,
a moment of sad sobbing laughter.

well, you know my head's a squat house,
and I've boarded up the eyes,
so that no one else can see,
that I'm fooled by my disguise,

happily never after,

        ...

how I let them in,
and how they piss on the floor,
deep in my squat house head,
drowning in my powdered rapport,

I only live one day in eternal refrain,
it's a Burmese repeater, again, again, again, again,

are you a beautiful melody,
with horrible words?
there was a sermon of insects,
and it was all I ever heard,
bestowed a blessing of filth,
and I was high on the stain,
it's a Burmese repeater, again, again, again, again,

Burmese Repeater...

Whispering Ears/Happily Never After/Burmese repeater

“Don’t Say Sorry” is out ON ALL MUSIC PLATFORMS: 
distrokid.com/hyperfollow/sukopyramid/dont-say-sorry

Music Video:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=i-35sQFkeNk

I composed and recorded this song 2 years ago as a class assignment with the enormous help of:

@renoestudios
@mariosediment is a great musician and teacher, he recommended me to make the song longer by adding a new section. I followed his advice and composed the climax of the song. He also plays 12-string guitar
@escuelatai 
@reqe.music plays drums 🥁
@alecantoss plays piano 🎹
@martiitaa.lcb sings backing vocals (you can hear her voice in this intro)
@dayanabatista_27 sings backing vocals
@olivia.durand sings backing vocals (I made the song for her)
@marleny.dv plays saxophone 🎷
@gabimartinezx plays bass 🎸
@semperemiguel plays slide guitar 🎸
@amammalusingspeech plays the theremin 🎼

Artwork by Matt Bertzyk

"Don't Say Sorry" toma lugar en una cabaña sumergida en la espesura del bosque. El protagonista que canta en primera persona vuelve a su hogar a altas horas de la noche donde se encuentra a su amada sumida en un horrible dolor del que ella misma desconoce razón u origen. Se siente avergonzada por su estado inexplicable que no experimentaba desde que se alejó de su pueblo natal pero que había vuelto a visitarla en los últimos días, sin previo aviso. Ruborizada pide perdón. El protagonista, sin saber cómo ayudarla, le responde - "No pidas perdón, si tu dolor te abruma. Aquí siempre será bienvenido" -. Pero secretamente la voz de la canción se siente culpable por no poder dar fin al dolor de su querida, y peor: se siente incompetente. Esto le llevará a huir de su hogar y perderse en el bosque, dónde se volverá a encontrar con ella en un lugar inesperado...

This song narrates an early 20th century romance set somewhere in the mid-western woods. The protagonist and voice of the song laments not knowing how to help her sick lover. An old pain has come to torment her. Neither him or her know the origins of said anguish. After many failed attempts from the narrator himself to clarify or sedate his lover's suffering he comes to the realization that even if it's only her pain that she has to offer that he will welcome it regardless.

And yet he still feels defeated. All his failed efforts might reveal a defect in his character. His proclivity to help might be hiding a deeper desire to sanctify his strive and therefore render his passion as "pure".

He starts drinking and taking long drunken strolls late at night in the woods. One of those nights he finds her lover unexpectedly... 
lyrics
I arrive late yet again
she is in her shed
why did I leave her there?
I ask myself

With the door left open wide
she is laying hurt
on the floor shaking her head
I cry for her:

"Don't say sorry
if your pain's all you've got
that's your offer
it's welcome here anytime
if you wanted i could not come back"

In the forest near the shed
I found way
a path I wouldn't take
I took it then

Where it led me I couldn't tell
but I don't care
cause it brought me back to her
now inside a well

"Don't say sorry
if your pain's all you've got
that's your offer
it's welcome here anytime
if you wanted i could not come back"

Come back...

"Don't say sorry
if your pain's all you've got
that's your offer
it's welcome here anytime
if you wanted i could not come back"

Music Video

Don't Say Sorry - Suko Pyramid

Let me dive into the whirlpool
Covered in shimmery red dust
Just before the explosions 
Light my eyes
Collapsing with the clouds
Burning, bursting as celestial fireworks


The stellar wind is blowing me 
Where is too dark to tell
Where your fingers end 
And the void begins 


Flashpoint, electric swarm
We go through the storm
We go through the storm


Lost in space, time cannot cheat us
We'll sense the meaning of it all
Holy radiation will lead us to revelation  

Stellar wind is blowing me away 

Flashpoint, electric swarm
We go through the storm
We go through the storm

Flashpoint, electric swarm
We go through the storm
We go through the storm


Credits:

All music and lyrics by Lunar Bird

Recorded by Stefano Manca at Sudestudio
Mixed by Steffan Pringle
Mastered by Charlie Francis

Guest artist: Andrea Rizzo (drums)

Supported by Help Musicians 'Do It Differently Fund'

Firestorm

Glue is a lively and energetic song that's sure to get your toes tapping, but beyond the catchy beat and upbeat tempo lies a deep exploration of vulnerability, connection, and the power of interpretation.

Overall, the lyrics of Glue are poignant and evocative, capturing the feeling of finding safety and comfort in someone else's care.

Glue

Done around 1980, recorded in the front room, the music all recorded to two tracks on a Fostex 4 track cassette deck, which I still have. The drums were in the downstairs bathroom, behind the front room, surrounded by microphones. The vocals were added later but are only rough. Never got round to recording them properly; when I find the original music I will record them properly. The tape this recording is taken from is damaged, so it is cutting out, but I do still have the original Fostex recording.
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The band was called TALKING ABOUT LIFE, Mark Harrington and I shared lead vocals, and I played keyboard; if we had been based in Manchester rather than a nothing town like Crewe, it would have been a different story, we might well have broken through, instead, the band disintegrated, although Mark, myself and Steve Lomas continued to do stuff together. 
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Steve wanted me in a later band of his called Sensibility, because he wanted to bring in more variation, but the lead in the band didn't--that band didn't last long either--a pity, it had real potential, but stuck the same style, which wasn't at all good for Steve, a brilliant guitarist playing in a limited style that, in truth, wasn't him, was beneath him, tantamount to putting handcuffs on him.
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Tragic that Steve died at such a young age, and I was told Mark committed suicide, but I still haven't been able to confirm that--I continue to pray the information was wrong, but have a feeling it was true. If Steve was still living today that's who I would be in a band with. And what a pity the drummer quit drumming, which is the main reason why the band came to an end!

AT THE NECROPOLIS (Swing Shift City Of The Dead) inst

Invisible Wall

The Spase are an indie rock trio from the town of Widnes, Cheshire and is the result of an unbreakable bond between three lifelong friends with extraordinarily creative minds designed to make music.

The band comprises of Andy Forrest on vocals and guitar, Peter Walker on bass, and Simon Morris on guitar.

The Spase's captivating sound, introspective lyrics and a passion for music that shines through in every performance, The Spase are a band that promises to deliver an unforgettable musical journey.

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