This is part of a series that is generally about hopes (and dreams.) Made in makeshift studio in the interim of moving about, it focuses retrospectively from themes ranging: life philosophies to sociological revolution, upheaval of tyrannic forces to interpersonal tragedies. I hope you find the light at the end of the tunnel. And cherish this boisterous to melancholic, pounding compositions.

War Story

Oh Mamacita

It's Play Time

Rome

X marked a spot

Lyrics: 

Oh it's too much done, to be undid. 
We had so much fun, doing the things... 
Oh what a waistline, my eye. 

And we go and we fight and we know what will work till the end, oh my friend.
And we know what we've done and what we've gone and did, oh my end. 

We quiver, so close to a cold brail shy. I'll abide by the rules that govern the sky. 
Oh what a waistline, can we carry it on home. What a waistline, can we carry it make it to Rome. Oh. 

Don't you manage to get me left in this rut. Cause I'm with her that's it and that's what. 

I'm sorry I had to defend myself, you're the one that I love, the one who makes me melt. That's the only way that the power has, the only disarray, oh my past. I will confront all my shadows too, I want them to be gone, like me and you, I want to be there so strong that we can go x.

To the waste line, where we are one, oh on my waist line, I see a hip or two move in time. If it's not enough to go and say things were rough, yeah it's not enough to go and say we'll be tough. 

On the waste line, on the waste line, tell me, the honest thing. Now go, on the waste line, you seem to cut it close.

Waistline/ Waste Line (Acoustic)

GroanMoan^7

Angel

mind

Calm

Love is all you need. The story is ongoing. We fight for what we love. And we collectively nurture what we love. Querer. Amar. Desear. Soplar. Bendito sea. Viajar por mar.

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