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Sky Graffiti
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Modern alternative rock meets classical, with experimental twists here and there.
Our new album, "The Mourning After," is now online! Check it out! If you would like a physical copy, contact me at . It'll also show up on iTunes soon. It is similar to the first album but features much better production and generally more rocking songs. It again features David Pinsof on guitars, me (Ben Hantoot) on vocals and synths (though David sings "Seams" and "Venetian Airs"), and Eli Halpern behind the poetic lyrics. We're very proud of this one and hope you feel the same. If you'd like to license a song or contract us for original compositions, please, shoot me an email! Enjoy!!
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Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #173
Peak in subgenre #33
Author
Ben Hantoot, Eli Halpern, David Pinsof
Uploaded
August 02, 2005
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MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:23
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Walking across the pavement... Wind blows my eyes, I'm cryin' at the injustice of the forecast of dirty weather. Wastin' my time in the uniform of city lights and smoggy skies, it clings to me like a lover's embrace... Chokin' on perfume, I can't escape. I don't know who we are, why we are... Staring through myself, I watch myself. Skyscrapers and me, put away, on a shelf... Organizing gazes I direct myself. Sirens are luring corpses into life of flesh and water. Their voices clean the highest windows of the buildings that surround me. Buried under yesterday's papers, they absorb the ink of dated stories. The only way to see the city is through the eyes of the ones we pity. I'm not sure I know who we are, why we are the way we are... Staring through myself, I'm surprised to see myself. Skyscrapers and me, stored neatly on a shelf... Sifting through the prescribed gazes I direct myself. The stony eyes of aristocrats watch me from their apartment flats. Waiting for the next uprising, the city recedes from the horizon. Sidewalks steaming, streetlights drooling, fallen bottles drip themselves dry... Voices coming from exhaust pipes, graffiti scrawled across the sky...
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