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The Whimsical River
03:39
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Bitter thoughts come rushing in through the front door
There’s a sulphurous smell coming out of your mortal remains
And the bitter thoughts are static in their own confusion
Thinking about the slippery conscience of pain
And nothing else is up for sale
And you’re floating down the whimsical river
The waters shake and the fishing boat quivers with the motion
Silent nights come rushing in through the meadows
It’s august now and the sparkling sun sets a flame
The stencils draw in a mighty tone of delusion
And guilt has a plan to find you someone to blame
Its eight degrees on richter scale
Regardless of your thoughts
Beware, the shadow still remains
Regardless of your thoughts
You are the same
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Breathing
03:42
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Time’s running by
Throat is getting dry
I still miss you when I’m not on my own
The silhouette is near
The echoes disappear
The shadows still remain in my belongings
And your soul has left me here to die
And my heart is running out of time
I’m still here on my own
I won’t wait by the phone
Breathing, breathing
I will wait by the phone on my own
Truth telling lies
Love says goodbye
Dreams won’t dream on their own
Shadows disappear
Love turns to fear
Compromises, ties and bonds
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Over The Sun
03:55
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Over the sun there’s a cloud
Where an angel cries out loud
The reflection of his gun is the sun
Over the sun there’s a star
With a fortress made of tar
The reflection of this wall is the sun
All of the sun is made of clay
And the children go there to play
And when the sun disappears, follow me
Over the sun there’s a boat
And the captain’s made of wood
And the anchor is the arpoon of the moon
Over the sun there’s a sea
And the ocean shines on me
Someone told me not to run, it was the sun
All of the sun turns to grey
And the oceans fade away
Nothing more ever comes from the sunshining
Moonflying, never grown up boys
Come along, all as one, to the sun
All of the sky seems to rain
All the stars have turned to clay
All of them but not one
Not the sun shining
Moonflying, birds crying, men dying
Sun shining, moon flying, birds crying, men dying
One for all, all for one, for the sun
Over the sun...
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Seasons In The Rain
04:25
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It floats like a feather on a summer breeze
Burns like a paper towel on the sun
Pay attention where the wind is blowing at
A melancholy state in a melancholic world
The forces of accusation growing soft
The paper towels burn like mortal tears in the rain
Long dark clouds in long dark days
Seasons in the rain
A reasoning goodbye and a mission for your head
Where boys fear to be and girls fear to tread
Dream, delusion, shovel through your shattered past
A season in the sun and a medicated path
The bright-eyed looking onwards in a wreck
Fields of flowers where the blind meet happiness
Reckoning thoughts of misfortune days
Sunburnt faces of blackening fates
Spreading words of human self-enslavement
It floats like a feather on a winter storm
Flies like frozen tears in the rain
Never mind the pages of the diaries you read
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Postcards from the Walls of Sin
(Words & Music: Daniel Catarino)
Throw a penny in the wishing well
Someone screaming from the depths of hell
Flesh and bones stretched out in the yellow sun
Chasing endless shadows on the run
Tides will turn and waves will spin around
Someone throws a penny in the ground
An endless crowd will gather round the block
Chanting anthems to the beating of the clock
Throwing rocks at the gates of the innocent
Something’s wrong so there must be one to blame
Throw a penny in a guitar case
Someone robs a blind man’s cane
And walks out in laughter swinging it in the air
What is worth ain’t what is fair to some
Life goes on, the innocent crowd the streets
Throwing back the rocks in disbelief
Time will stiff the ones without a home
Make believe that you are not alone
Tides will turn at the gates of the innocent
Something’s wrong so there must be one to drown
If you try to escape
The walls will break and you’re out
If you try to be sure
The walls will shape and you’re down
Locked again in your dreams
Throw a penny in the cement floor
Someone waves hello from the neighbour’s door
Life goes on and heaven must be hell
Someone screaming from a prison cell
Something’s wrong they say in a twisted grin
Hanging postcards from the walls of sin
Know that time will swing in the devil’s axe
Time will melt as if it’s made of wax
What goes on at the gates of the innocent
Something’s wrong and there’s nothing to repent
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Daniel Catarino Porto, Portugal
Daniel Catarino é um cantautor alentejano residente no Porto. Em canções que fundem a música de raiz e o rock, aborda os paradoxos da humanidade entre a frieza analítica e o calor poético.
Ao vivo, apresenta-se em trio.
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