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Propuesta Cultural Depth and passion, are the main characteristics that distinguish this work that will be spilling into your ears as you listen to it.
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1.
I, Sail 09:27
We’re still at the prizing When they’re looking at me Wishing that i was the same Wishing that i was here to play It was surprisingly delayed Swooping deeper into the field of need Somewhere there’s climber and weed Someone else’s teeth opt and it goes deeper at me I, to the sea, to the shore Where nothing is may Sail, through the sin, through the wales Where nothing is more Throw your own dead back, who wants to pay? Seeking out the deepest of me (So that it is Where demons of me go through dispute of holding that thing back at me They puncture through my skull and weave through my mind, keeping it safe and sound, however, it is Not as sound as it used to be when they were away. Sculptures of caked pie is flowing through my head I’m watching some insects fuck, but think about my favourite, exclusive worms in my head Never liked to imitate, never liked to suffocate a smile when you know it’s not funny Creatures rise through my limb and flickering away to the deepest of waters that i have (veins) And all i can do is repeat, repeat, repeat, ’till i’ve nothing to spare To sphere To snare To snare To bear) I, through the wales, through the sea Where nothing is may Sail, through the wales, through the wings Where nothing is more Somewhere from seeking out for me I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait Yeah, all alone, shifting out the way Forging away all the black lights Forfeiting the blackest of my means Approaching to the whispers of me.
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This is going to be violence For all those who dissolve and Someone would accuse you Are we not gonna miss you? Sit down in fire For your will and dishonest Nobody will lose you And no one will abuse you Forging out days Forcing them away Forging out days Forging them away This is going to be violence For all thought that defines it No one will abuse you And nobody will lose you Sit down in fire On your sloppy define and Nobody will lose you And no one will abuse you Forging out days Forcing them away Forging out days Forging them away Forging out days Forcing them away Forging out days Forging them away Forging out days Forcing them away Forging out days Forcing them away
3.
See in edge Like a bullet From the sun Like my son. Can’t just tell I’m so freckled As a teen Like my gun. Came from north Far from evening Sun will rise and let us see When it’s time for me to suffer I’m so sober Like my dream. We all leap Through the daylight As the moon turned back on us. Can we breathe? Just for tooltip? Day can come And blind our minds. Came from north Far from evening Sun will rise and let us see When it’s time for me to suffer I’m so sober Like my dream. Not to tell I’m so lazy I can fly In my eye. You can tell we are basic But we’ll flap, chop sink and loot. See in edge Like a bullet From the sun Like my son. Can’t just tell I’m so freckled As a teen Like my gun. Came from north Far from evening Sun will rise and let us see When it’s time for me to suffer I’m so sober Like my dream. We all leap Through the daylight As the moon turned back on us. Can we breathe? Just for tooltip? Day can come And blind our minds.
4.
The Gut 07:29
Seeing through the lines. Seeking down the fires. Swimming from the Wales. Learning through production and fails. Seeing with my eyes, Looking for the ties. Seeing down the veils, Looking through corrections and hails. Seeing nothing much. Can it be the judge?  All the cold is foam, Forming big irresistible wall. Try to circulate  And matriculate/particulate What is down there now. Looking for a piece of my dial. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Flames are getting hired, You are like the dire, Facing nothing much, Having troubles farming this batch. Nothing here is small. Waking up with roam. Flying too much down,  Think that there something yet to be found. Flying down the veils, Swimming through the Wales. Seeing nothing much. All that I can give can be such Morality and some mortality. Spare the life of kings, Gut your shoulder, come with your bees. When I'm awake I feel the Damage of my dreams and you are the host. And so I wait for my kidneys to be spared  And I wait the most.  Getting deeper, womb is dark. Following the teaches of so-called Dark. Nothing is there, but I may hope. I think I'm finding children at the final fucking deepest spot of the womb. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. What about the dreams? Nothing can be idled by you until you're sure you're the right one to do it. Fuck this conception. Fuck it.
5.
The Birdview 11:01
Creature with no head, just a jade in a bed/stead, game. It's seeking out the way to play better to bait, yeah. All is causing one to lose the garbage of day To find a stake in a moody dust of the soothing doorway, lay. This is flawless as spark of disgust of your name, Part of freeing's forgotten long way in a bane. This immolation has nothing to do with the rage, Burning limbs are here all fucking over the place. Gentle acid is flowing on your dignity, Which is, by the way, half part of the mortality. Sailing through the sea won’t help you at all, Juking around the waves is part of what we call “the home”. Free the kids of your mind, separate from your kind. Damage done by yourself, nothing more than your shell. What we call “pity” is just another form of egoism, Fake fucking moralism, altruism, realism. They've heard you all say We never made a day. They've you all say You’ll never go away. We've heard you all cringe At the mistakes of your itch. I’ve heard we all say You’ll never be the God of your being. Dead people all over the world gain the pity Of the stupid people with the disguised self-dignity. Helping poor just to get better in the eyes of the thing, They don’t trouble ‘bout being the meek. Humping on yourself, jumping off the fail. Cliffhanging lives that much better than death. Rotting your mind off, chopping bulk and bluff. Looking at the wall, wasting your mind off, fall to bole (Bole) Think a fucking day about sorting what’s there inside, Brawling species of your life, what a fucking lie. What a fucking lie, what a fucking lie? My lie. Damage is done to your cells - you’re castrated - bye. Looking deep inside that glutting white main cry, but Far heading down just to prove you are prying, (Hi) Mind’s just fetching out, turn the fuck around, (Bluffing, hired) Gentle fuckery leads to depression. (Bring it in, die) Come and bring it on, come and bring it here. God’s collecting grey matter, it’s so sweet and sincere. Phenomenal butchery is going through some of the probes. Sinking kingdom's grace can not be won. (Not be won) They've heard you all say We never made a day. They've you all say You’ll never go away. We've heard you all cringe At the mistakes of your itch. I’ve heard we all say You’ll never be the God of your being. Over Over Start it Puncture the wall We are hoping You're not done We are turning To a pole Past and freedom Joke and love Falling back into the sea. Fields of snakes, means smile at me. Falling back into the sea. Falling sane and nailing free. Law Signs Guts Love More I need more Time Files Sea Wishing in need Bluff Glands Lost for good Better stay for good (See your life in a bird view. Fractures of the immobilised creature, shivering in the fragments of self-indulgent. Blunt is over, you’re not hovering. Restricting your thoughts not to reach magma, so crafty. No words, no sanity, no gyrus.) I, through the wales, through the sea Where nothing is may Sail, through the wales, through the wings Where nothing is more. Somewhere from seeking out for me I throw myself at dump of reasons, wait. Yeah, all alone you shifted out the way Forged away all the black lights Fulfilled the blackest of your means (Still) Approaching to the whispers of “me”.

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This album is exploring the magma of human nature.

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released April 1, 2016

Created, recorded, mixed and mastered by Sadig Alizada in the OMM Studio. Link: bit.ly/2iucldK

Album artwork - Narmin Behbudova.

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Lavatory Service Baku, Azerbaijan

Lavatory Service is a one-man project, a conceptual fusion of wide variety of genres mainly focusing on psychedelic, progressive and stoner sound.

Created, recorded, mixed and mastered by Sadig Alizada.

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