Sun. Tears. Red

 

Each day is born with a sunrise
and ends in a sunset, the same way we
open our eyes to see the light,
and close them to hear the dark.
You have no control over
how your story begins or ends.
But by now, you should know that
all things have an ending.
Every spark returns to darkness.
Every sound returns to silence.
And every flower returns to sleep
with the earth.
The journey of the sun
and moon is predictable.
But yours,
is your ultimate
ART.

Jambinai - Sun. Tears. Red

Welcome to the sinister forest, pierced with the labirynth of misty trails which lead to places never seen before. Step into and make your way through the maze of mysterious whispers and harrowing screams breaking thorough a charming layer of the volatile instrumental, - so unusual, so strange, so magical, - to tear them apart and create new elusive harmony which exists in absolutely new dimensions of this world.

August Winterman

 

And If I could teach the world to be..
I'd teach them all to be something just like me
Frustrated, bitter, depressing

Perfect... As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down

And if you could hold your tongue long enough..
You'd see that all I am is love, but I don't like me
I despise me

Perfect... As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down
Perfect... As if my wings were like yours
But I'm falling down

It's a disease they'll never have a cure for
You're the only way to dry my eyes
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure
But I'm the one whose wrong. I'm the one who cries
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure for
It's a disease, they'll never have a cure
But I'm the one whose wrong. I'm the one who cries

I cry... I despise me

Dead Poetic - August Winterman 

/ We are the misfits, the outcasts, the broken things, the ugly animals. People will never see us as normal human beings. We love the darkness because it keeps us invisible, we don’t want to be seen and we don’t want to see cruelty either. We find life hard to live, that’s why every now and then some of us choose to leave. Not because life is hard or difficult, but for us it’s impossible.
I wish I can find a way to be happy, I wish I could find a way to forget all that I’ve lived. I wish I could simply live. /

I close my eyes and disappear. There's too much memories, too much atumn leaves, too much lonely walks under pale skyes, under rain drops. There's too much sadness, to much love and too much hidden passion. There's too much of me. 

But really, I have no words to explain what this song means to me ... So I’ll just say that if I could become a song, I would become exactly this one. This lyrics, this darkness, this everything.

"And If I could teach the world to be... I'd teach them all to be something just like me. Frustrated, bitter, depressing".

Juno

All the silhouettes that pass us by

The sound of shrieks and familiar cries

Will vanish into the illusion

No serenity, never compromise

There's no dignity as you fraternize

With your delusions

So set me free, take all you need

And I will wait

Together we're jaded

And now we're renovated

Wings of flames are burning the wreckage of my life

At last I've terrified us, set fire to the stars at night

They can't be this far, the judgement now begins

A being from the inside

Vanishing into thin air

My body hits the floor

I'm smaller than before

Crisis, man overboard

Emergency abort

I watch them dancing

Oh, the fireflies at war gather

Oh, the damage that's been done, paid for

Won't you reveal yourself to me?

As I rise above the deep

Won't you reveal yourself to me? Oh...

Oh, the fireflies above gather

Oh, the damage that's been done, paid for

Now won't you save yourself for me?

Won't you save yourself for me? Oh...

Tesseract - Juno

/ Each time a breeze starts, I feel the air all the way through me. /

Back to the roots and further into the depths.

Dan Tompkins, I'm in love with your voice.

Hexes

Is there something I should know

Of the colours that you show

I remember those words

In the back of my mind

There is an old phantom

It isn't a secret this mind's shrouded in history

It isn't a secret this mind spirals in disarray

It isn't a secret this mind shudders in mystery

It isn't a secret I find terror in memory

Come close

Don't be afraid

It's stranger than you think

Desperately opiate, weary

Feverish host to us, teary eyed

History hexes us

History hexes us

Don't look, don't think, don't feel, don't move, don't breathe, don't make a sound,

It lives, it breaths, in my conscious mind

(Rosebud don't change)

It isn't a secret this mind's shrouded in history

It isn't a secret this mind spirals in disarray

It isn't a secret this mind shudders in mystery

It isn't a secret I find terror in memory

I live and breathe again

These gory locks

Don't you dare forget them

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare!

History hexes us

I breathe again!

History hexes us

I'll live again!

Tesseract - Hexes

“Closed in a room, my imagination becomes the universe, and the rest of the world is missing out.” 

I am drowning in the magical tenderness of your voice. It's like a perfect dream, too beautiful to be true, too fragile to forget that the real life is always waiting behind these walls...

It's Gonna Hurt

 You know it's gonna hurt
But you do it anyway
If you know it's gonna hurt
Could you at least look away
Your trembling eyes betray your pain
You could never forgive me

You know it's gonna hurt
But there's nothing left to lose
You know it's gonna hurt
And you know it'll hurt me too
You said, "fuck this world"
You don't owe it shit
And most nights I agreed with you
I never thought you'd really do it

That crooked smile
A soft "fuck you"
You could never forgive me

If the lies they spewed turned up true
They said you knew what you were doing
I could never forgive you

You know it's gonna hurt

Cursive - It's Gonna Hurt

Как же я люблю песни с атмосферой, с характером, рассказывающие свою уникальную историю. Не могу наслушаться ей. Этот невероятный бас, то печальный, то резкий, то агрессивный. эта тревожная виолончель, мягко проникающая в самое сердце и уносящая его в туманные дали, эта мистическая, почти алиеническая мелодия, вплетающаяся в песню и завершающая эту невероятную композицию... Гипнотическая музыка...