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Underground Lullaby is an immersive Post-Rock narrative from Point of Basalt, inviting listeners on an intimate journey deep within the city's heart – a testament to the powerful force of inner travels.

The track opens by drawing you into an authentic and dense subway soundscape, which gradually evolves into a comforting, containing envelope. This sanctuary allows the external world to fade, enabling the internal landscape to unfold.

This is the story of finding peace and the pure joy of being alive, cradled within the rhythmic embrace of the metro. An immobile journey where the mind travels farthest, emerging lighter, clearer, ready to face the surface for new challenges.

Produced, Mixed & Mastered by Point of Basalt.

Clarity from Chaos.

Underground Lullaby

6//6//2016 

LYRICS
do i talk too much or not enough can't control anything
i used to say, that you are on top, that you can move mountains
tried to pick locks when i was younger with hairpins, 
i am forgetting everything as soon as it happens, 
pained by everything that i need to let go, 
yknow theres safety in self destruction because at least you know where youre gonna go
very alone i will not reach out, 
please dont come to me i am panic attacks and nosebleeds 
in the girls toilets at school 
oh, i'm grateful 
bull in a china shop, im waiting at the bus stop
blue tiled swimming pools, y'know i used to suffer fools
shouting less than i thoughtand breaking stuff i bought 
I learnt a lot of patience but never wanna be complacent 
i was crying into my sleeve on the top floor of an apartment complex 
i was 8 years old 
lost in a cartoon estate, you know i really think that she is my soulmate 
sorry if this is weird
nearly half disappeared at 17 years i try to retrace, 
pinpoint and drawing maps try to figure out exactly what happened to me, very alone i do not reach out 
please come to me i am panic attacks and nosebleeds and these are not battlescars 
these are the echoes of a disorder 
messy taurus girl with blood caked under your finger nails 
i won't ask questions 
suffocating for years and drowning in all of your fears 
i am terribly afraid strangled by desperation 
she said "you mess of crooked teeth, what'd you bury underneath?" 
i used to watch videotapes in my mams bedroom when i was sick 
i always knew how i would die one day 
on my own terms always on my own terms
and she said "dear, you are not an island" 
drinking cranberry juice at night and spilling it on myself 
oh god i need to go 
there is a past and I remember it 
I need to float through the ceiling

I Have Seen The End and It Is Beautiful

wulven