consequence

Innersense

Daya

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Youtube: https://youtu.be/mL1ElFrT8AE?si=r0S0MqnTTLfjBJZ2
Spotify: https://open.spotify.com/intl-de/track/1NWa6fmONUBkj1jgkhspyH?si=93c58643e7d54209
Amazon: https://amazon.de/music/player/albums/B0DGZGLDDZ?marketplaceId=A1PA6795UKMFR9&musicTerritory=DE&ref=dm_sh_fCYcZu9BDWDlvHMouACcPeTyu
Apple: https://music.apple.com/de/album/sieben-monde/1768679764?i=1768679765
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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)

Worte wie Goldfäden weben mich ein
Hüllen mich in Nebel, fremd und doch so mein
Tintenschwarze Tropfen, Gedanken zerfallen
In meinen Augen, in Kaskaden, in neue Gestalten

Er trägt mich fort
Zu Balkonen mit Himmel aus Rosenquarz
Ich, schwerelos in seiner Hand
Wie eine Feder im Sturmestanz

Sieben Monde hält er für mich
Mit Fingern, die Melodien malen
Schenkt mir die Sonne als Licht
Sommer und Schwalben, die ohne Ziel strahlen
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Er flüstert, ich sei sein Meisterstück
Kostbarer als tausend Sternenschätze
Das lebendigste Bild, das er erschuf
In seinem Herzen der erste und letzte Platz

Seine Worte, Wirbelstürme in meinem Verstand
Lassen mich taumeln, vergessen jeden Halt
Silben, die meine Geschichte neu dichten
Formen mich zur Frau, wild und ungebannt

Er baut mir Paläste aus Luftspiegelungen
Für Augenblicke bin ich seine Königin
Dann fall' ich zurück, fall' zurück
Zu meinem alten Ich, wo einst alles begann

Sieben Monde hält er für mich
Mit Fingern, die Melodien malen
Schenkt mir die Sonne als Licht
Sommer und Schwalben, die ohne Ziel strahlen
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

Er flüstert, ich sei sein Meisterstück
Kostbarer als tausend Sternenschätze
Das lebendigste Bild, das er erschuf
In seinem Herzen der erste und letzte Platz

Und ich kehre zurück, Worte wie Schmetterlinge
Worte, die mehr als Worte sind, ewig in mir
Tintenschwarze Tropfen, Gedanken neu entstehen

English translation:
Words like gold threads weave me in
Cover me in fog, strange and yet so mine
Ink-black drops, thoughts disintegrate
In my eyes, in cascades, into new forms

He carries me away
To balconies with a sky of rose quartz
I, weightless in his hand
Like a feather in a storm

Seven moons he holds for me
With fingers that paint melodies
He gives me the sun as my light
Summer and swallows that radiate without aim
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

He whispers that I am his masterpiece
More precious than a thousand star treasures
The most vivid image he has created
In his heart the first and the last place

His words, like hurricanes in my mind,
make me reel, forgetting all support.
Syllables that rewrite my history
form me into a woman, wild and unbound.

He builds me palaces out of mirages
For moments I am his queen.
Then I fall back, fall back
to my old self, where it all began.

Seven moons he holds for me
With fingers that paint melodies
The sun gives me as light
Summer and swallows that shine without end
(Oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh)

He whispers that I am his masterpiece
More precious than a thousand star treasures
The most vivid image he has created
In his heart, the first and the last place

And I return, words like butterflies
words that are more than words, eternal in me
ink-black drops, thoughts newly arising

Sieben Monde

It's been 3 1/2 years since my Dad died, and every once in awhile, I let go a little more. We spent our best moments together at the beach in Oregon.

Letting Him Go

The words are from a poem that my grandad composed just before he was killed in action in world war 2. This poem was about my mum and my family didn't know the existence of this poem only until my mum passed away 6 months ago. The lie low in the photo he used to escape from Dunkirk and there is the only photo of my mum "baby blue" and her beloved farther. 

Coz your my baby blue,

W-Sheep in The Rain

This was the demo vocal I sent to the lads for perusal. Full finished track below and connect with all involved easily if you wish 🫡🎶🧬


Listen to I Feel the Same as You {Feel the whole crew here}, a playlist by The Beautiful Dark on #SoundCloud
https://on.soundcloud.com/UsgigHJii9XxtgtdU1

I Feel the same as you (Live Vocal Demo) [Eclectic Collective]

glaceux

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As a naked Yogi

'shit at and hit'
Thanks to grandma Billie for the phrase. A wonderful woman. I've yet to hear of this phrase existing prior, nor of it from anyone else since.
Scotty: Two yamaha storia II takes through a fender mustang III amp with differing fx, channeled accordingly, maybe, hopefully, and a handful of vocal takes layered. 

I can't get up today.
I've got no words to say.
Everything always replays,
and causes me dismay. 

I feel like I've been shot at and missed, and shit at and fucking hit. 

If there is a god,
why the fuck would they
make us in the mould
to have to feel this way?
Everyday.

consequence

HADAKANA

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