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    The Silence - The Denial of Symbols

    in The Performance Hall

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    The Silence - The Denial of Symbols

    The Silence - Voice and Music by Marcus Nalgaber - Text by Mora Amaro la Loba

     

    Silence made friends with night
    hugging her like a brooch 
    to a piece of cloth

    He counted the stars 
    that shined on her neckline
    and gently 
    one by one
    he concealed their glitter
    between the branches of the forest

    Silence made friends with night
    holding her tight
    like the spring to the wharf

    He pulled on the thread 
    of her black dress
    and sweetly 
    little by little
    he began to unravel the cloth 
    that hid her senses

    Silence mastered Night
    wrapping himself in her
    like a sword in its sheath

    He collected irises 
    that swam in the rivers
    and anxiously
    little by little
    he poured their scent
    over the sweat of her forehead

    Regards,

    Marcus & Mora
     

    Testing the Neumann TLM 103 microphone

    in The Recording Room

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    The Night of the Blackbird

     

     

    While I listen to the voice 
    of the blackbird 
    I look at your face
    wondering 
    why why why
    it's impossible to change past

    I think of a thousand things 
    no clear thought 
    stands out 
    from the crowd 
    that stirs stirs stirs 
    in my mind
    screaming words 
    that cover each others

    everything could be so simple
    like the games of childs 
    but you 
    have made me grave
    of your dreams 
    and mines

    we are dead and alive
    under layers of time 
    turned into stones
    over our heads

    while I listen to the voice
    of the blackbird
    singing singing singing
    to the night 
    to the stars
    that are still what they are
    inertia over inertia
    like our life

    The Night of the Blackbird

    in The Performance Hall

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    The Night of the Blackbird

     

    While I listen to the voice 
    of the blackbird 
    I look at your face
    wondering 
    why why why
    it's impossible to change past

    I think of a thousand things 
    no clear thought 
    stands out 
    from the crowd 
    that stirs stirs stirs 
    in my mind
    screaming words 
    that cover each others

    everything could be so simple
    like the games of childs 
    but you 
    have made me grave
    of your dreams 
    and mines

    we are dead and alive
    under layers of time 
    turned into stones
    over our heads

    while I listen to the voice
    of the blackbird
    singing singing singing
    to the night 
    to the stars
    that are still what they are
    inertia over inertia
    like our life

    Air

    in The Performance Hall

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    Air

     

     

    air air
    of uesterday
    that mixes with today's
    with which I wrap myself
    as if it were a cloak
    cloak cloak

    soft and warm
    soft and warm

    that protects me from languor
    of what lies still in oblivion
    of what lies still in oblivion

    air 
    air of yesterday

    make me intangible move 
    dilute my shapes
    make me perfume x2

    take me slowly to your face
    let me in her mouth and nose
    I will be the aroma that I was x2

    ¿Do you want to meet Todd the Ghost...?

    in The Performance Hall

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    ¿Do you want to meet Todd the Ghost...?

     

     

    When I was a child 
    I used to talk to a ghost
    whenI played alone 
    in my room
    with my drawing books

    He was dressed in a white sheet 
    had sad face and sad eyes 
    and appeared preceeded 
    by a sudden cold 
    that made me put on a coat

    His name was Todd

    I asked him many things
    about Heaven and Hell
    and where does our soul go

    I left Hell in earth
    and Heaven in my dreams
    he told me
    but there are important things
    that you have to discover

    21 grams is the weight 
    of the brightness of our eyes 
    that disappears when we die

    our soul splits in two 
    one is the sou of mind 
    the other the soul of light 
    both in different limbos

    to become flesh and bones
    they need to meet again
    through the tunnel of the chance

    God hands out some numbers 
    among the waiting souls 
    so that they can go out 
    to find their other half 
    through the tunnel of chance

    there time does not exist
    there is only the wait

    One day Todd no longer came
    I thought he has been reborn

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