For Your Eyes

4AM I’ve tricked myself to grand illusions from panic attacks to institutions where breathing is as hard as fighting the wind I’ve poured myself into her arms clinging to that cryptic charm where all I am and all I was means nothing Trajectory of a wounded heart beating to a pulp in the early morning I’ve built myself another wall there’s no name upon the door A hungry hunter looking for time to kill Wash away my mortal sins savor all these broken dreams all you are is everything in the early morning Kill The Messenger More than living I’ve been passing my time hiding in a trail of memories when you’re locked in a prison too long freedom’s found in walls and gravity Count my days plan my getaway get my gun kill the messenger More than feeling I’ve been burning my thoughts A moth to a light in the distance only when you’re blind you are connecting the dots freedom’s found where nothing else is Count my days plan my getaway get my gun kill the messenger Until the lights go out Until my burden dies Until my body breaks Until I save her eyes I should have saved your eyes More than living I’ve been passing my time hiding in a trail of memories Law Of Conservation The law of conservation while standing a the water’s edge A hymn that’s now forbidden A melody that’s dead I’ll find you someday baby through the willows through the sand torch the cities with my burning heart bring the walls upon your bed I say Ashes to ashes watery eyes upon setting suns Dust to dust embrace the grudge until the damage is done I’ve been roaming like a lost prayer been sleeping like a rain dog I’m a man of many sins my love but sainthood ain’t no virtue tribulation is the devil’s way of sending his regards a ball and chain tied to my legs in this wilderness of shrugs I say Ashes to ashes watery eyes upon setting suns Dust to dust embrace the grudge until the damage is done Trading war stories cut ‘till we bleed an open wound drink ourselves to sleep sleep ourselves to dream dream ourselves to death die so we could feel alive I’m the ticking of the clock that you can’t hide away I’m the shaking of your bones that always seems to stay I’m the nail inside your foot that makes you moan and cry I’m the crown of rusty thorns on your journey to the sky Wake Once you are baffled and the mirror won’t recognize your face abrasive and redundant in the decay of what you’ve left And she weeps upon my shoulder writing poems of regret won’t be defined by the promise of forgiveness by that mirror echoing her grace Wake before dawn another unwritten song Once you are condemned and your heart becomes as heavy as your thoughts bleeding all the hope you never thought you’d have so you could write upon the walls And she’s begging with a tired voice for me to guide her to the end to let her go of the pain that has possessed every song she ever sang Wake before dawn another unwritten song Doctrines Of Solitude Doctrines Of Solitude It seems you got lost in your doctrines of solitude for Juliet might be sun you are but an eclipse In this doubt pushing the floor just to feel it close in this war you reap what you sow in this war you reap what you sow ‘till it’s gone Again Hard Rain And it’s a hard rain a’falling when blue eyes turn to gray you’re not what you were hoping but you never went astray They teach you to walk so you wouldn’t fly they teach you to hate without knowing why and it’s a hard rain’s a’falling You can’t fight your shadow after dark but you can’t pretend it isn’t there pictures of you in your silk robe pictures of me with my head in my hands and it’s a hard rain’s a’falling I don’t belong here it gets under my skin and sets fire to my bones back to the sea it was conceived by her tears I’ll swim until my breath unfolds and it’s a hard rain’s a’falling And I still love you I still crave what I can’t touch still burn at night with the yellow moon still howl in grief with the mournful sun and it’s a hard rain’s a’falling Mistress Of The Loneliest Disciple And every time I got lost in you lost in this and every time I drowned from the weight in my chest and all this time I’ve seen her life fade away I can no longer tell the nights from my days Will it cleanse me waiting for the cracks to finally open wait for me mistress of the loneliest disciple And all the days I’ve spent in my head in my bed maybe should have spent them all with you instead crawling on my belly turning on my back it’s still the same it’s coming back Will it cleanse me waiting for the cracks to finally open wait for me mistress of the loneliest disciple Wait for me The Roof Is Full Of Holes Well the roof is full of holes I said the roof is full of holes now Oh the roof is full of holes it’s that loop of space and time streaming down my spine into the ground they’re all screaming in the halls but the echoes have no sound water’s dripping in my soul waters quench the thirst inside and still the roof is full of holes I said the roof is full of holes now All your loved ones are drowning you jump inside to save them but you can’t stay afloat with the weight of all your sadness the gloating of your hopes mockery of deliverance you eat and shit and sleep until you die And god has left the building and he set the world on fire he pours whiskey down his throat and sings with numb desire a hymn for all believers so desperate and tired while fumbling their wives and getting stoned And still the roof is full of holes I said the roof is full of holes now and every war is holy as long as you keep fighting every crime’s a precept as long as you keep lying so pick up all your guns and lets commence the firing just don’t you be surprised when the roof is full of holes And She Weeps And she weeps a cloud in the sky on the first rain of the year through the streets when the stores are all closed and the people are trying to breath I’ve lost all my blood I’ve lost all my soul at your feet and she weeps fate is there by the door waiting to claim what you’ve preached in the night it will come making the bed for your sleep I begged for forgiveness I begged for your eyes in my dreams in my dreams I’ve been waiting too long at the gates of your dawn but nobody comes but nobody comes and she weeps like a cloud in the sky on the last rain of the year nothing is clear nothing is there but her tears I can hold you for ages smother you pain with my fear will you weep? Grievance To your door I arrived out of grievance a stone yet unturned as your love a stain to forever cloud my confessions on my way to the valley below for more than your heart I can’t promise as greed or resentment or both have come to salvage my failing attempt to embrace all the tears that you’ve poured out of my sadness you’ll plummet harvest my seeds at your home for more than your heart I can’t promise I might as well leave you to roam I might as well leave you to roam Brother When the sun went down you were there humble and hurting alone and astray windows paint all your paintings walls are singing your tunes you’ve tasted the amber, no you’re nobody’s fool for you are my brother teacher of lessons that could never be taught troubled and anguished but never afar in the end of November through the dusk of our souls we became walking tombstones in the relics we roam everything we’ve lost is like a candle in your shaking hands we’re drifters in a dead end street wondering when this road will end for you are my brother a rock against the wind in it’s endless cries dissolving the sadness with tears in your eyes for all of your graces are bound to be cherished by the ones that you love a cradle of peace in a turbulent sky for you are my brother Photograph Is this the way you’re picking time like plastic flowers is this the line between your anger and your silence How much time do we have? Driving in my car into the forest ‘till we can’t see the sky just hear their laughter How much time do we have? You told me that your heart is wrapped in silence screaming in itself no one will hear I once saw it breaking into pieces pouring out your eyes and melt your skin How much time do we have? How much time? מילים ולחנים: מתן וקסלר הפקה מוזיקלית: יהוא ירון עיבודים (כולל עיבוד כלי נשיפה ומיתרים): יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר הוקלט באולפן של יהוא ירון ובאולפן של מתן וקסלר הקלטות מיתרים באולפן של נועם חיימוביץ' ויינשל הקלטות תופים ב "פלוטו" ע"י רונן רוט, עוזרת טכנאי רותם טל מיקס ומאסטרינג: רונן רוט עיצוב עטיפה ועיצוב גרפי: מיכל סוקאן תמונות יח"צ: אדווה דרור הפצה: קמע- קבוצת מוזיקה עצמאית יח"צ: הילה דגן hiladaganpr@gmail.com 054-5953351 4 Am שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר קונטרה בס: יהוא ירון תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר תופים: חגי פרשטמן ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kill The Messenger שירה וקולות:מתן וקסלר קונטרה בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר תופים: חגי פרשטמן --------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Law Of Conservation שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר קרנות: שחר זיו תופים: חגי פרשטמן ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Wake שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר פרקשן: גור שפיגל צ'לו: יותם הרן ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Doctrines Of Solitude שירה: מתן וקסלר גיטרה: מתן וקסלר ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Hard Rain שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר צ'לו: יותם הרן תופים: חגי פרשטמן ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Mistress Of The Loneliest Disciple שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר קונטרה בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר צ'לו: יותם הרן תופים: חגי פרשטמן ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Roof Is Full Of Holes שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר קונטרה בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר תופים: חגי פרשטמן ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- And She Weeps שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר קרנות: שחר זיו טרומבון: אסף לוקאי תופים: חגי פרשטמן ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Grievance שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר עיבוד ווקאלי: מתן וקסלר ויהוא ירון ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Brother שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר קרנות: שחר זיו בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר תופים: חגי פרשטמן ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Photograph שירה וקולות: מתן וקסלר קונטרה בס: יהוא ירון גיטרות: מתן וקסלר תכנותים, קלידים ופסנתר: יהוא ירון ומתן וקסלר מיתרים: נועם חיימוביץ' ויינשל צילום: אדווה דרור הורד צילום: אדווה דרור הורד צילום: אדווה דרור הורד צילום: אדווה דרור הורד תמונת עטיפה הורד more... 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