awesome texture, haunting swells and fade, like a string orchestra

Although its title and visuals refer to the actions of pressing and drying flowers, this piece symbolises the little things in life that, through the years, I have learned to appreciate, and that, nowadays, bring so much beauty and calmness to my existence.

Composed, performed and recorded by Sergio Díaz De Rojas
Mastered by Gonsalo Lasheras
Photograph by Tiago Almança
Design by Celia Bayo

Flores secas en un jarrón hecho a mano

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This song, which I wrote with my dear friend @Lo-fang, is dedicated to Seraphina, my partner, with whom I have learned to love selflessly. She is a soft ray of sun during a spring afternoon, a foggy autumn morning, my moon and ocean, my home.

About this precious collaboration with Lo-Fang: Our paths crossed in Valencia, Spain, a few years ago, when the world was a bit different. I remember with clarity the day I visited his studio to improvise together. It was such a beautiful experience that it only felt natural to consider collaborating at some point. One day, while working on my new album, I wrote a piece that I felt was asking for something different. So, I sent it to him. He wrote the lyrics, sang them, and played violoncello too, taking the song to a whole new dimension. 

Lyrics:

I drift into her arms
Holding her is where I learned forgiveness
The strength to carry on
Her memory in a song 
She has her silver shoes on 
Dancing again
The melody contains a way

Composed, performed, and recorded by Sergio Díaz De Rojas and and Lo-Fang
Mastered by Gonzalo Lasheras
Photograph by Tiago Almança
Design by Celia Bayo

Holding her is where I learned forgiveness

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Lost


i'll hide what's hid
but tell me why,
tell me why again
tell me

signs on my skin
plying lines
where your hands have been,
scribing me

so tell me what it's for,
why the wilds want you, riverborn
all our bodies shorn
but the dust adorns you, ever more

i scried within
a bottled wine,
my mottled, witherin'
body--

pines on the brim,
and in time,
the storms will snow us in,
but believe--

i know what it's for,
why the waters mourn you, riverborn
both our bodies formed
from the dust that haunts you, ever more

just tell me what it's for
what the wines afford you, riverborn
all my solace torn
that i may never know your winter morn


Riverborn

Written by Gavyn Bailey, Robbie Crebar, Ashley Maietta. 
Produced by Thomas Barsoe
Distributed by The Orchard , Sony Music

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https://mapleglider.com | https://pieater.net
LYRICS: Maple Glider - As Tradition
Love is just a word I have learned I may use at my own expense
Bible study earned me the right to be alone, in my own defence

Come to me pretty, pull back my limbs
It's the oldest tradition known to my skin

I can be soft, when I am disarmed
I can be just what you want

Love is just a word, love is just a word, love is just a word
Don't say that you mean it, come on baby, we both know that that's absurd
(when you love me like this, when I can't move my lips)

Come to me pretty, hold back my arms
It's the oldest tradition known to my heart

I can be soft, when I am disarmed
I can be just what you want

You want me soft
You and God baby love me the best
When I’m laid to rest
And only my body is left

Come to me pretty, pull back my limbs
It's the oldest tradition known to my skin

I can be soft, when I am disarmed
I can be just what you want

Maple Glider - As Tradition (To Enjoy is the Only Thing LP | 2021)

Mountainside reveries and the sounds that came of them.

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