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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!!
Song Info
Genre
Alternative • Indie
Charts
Peak #226
Peak in subgenre #29
Author
Ben Hantoot, Eli Halpern, David Pinsof
Uploaded
August 02, 2005
Track Files
MP3
MP3 3.1 MB • 128 kbps • 3:26
Lyrics
I used to live in the tunnels, our community thri-ived We were all connected under grou-ound in the shade of the rocks and the roots The tunnels that connect us were wind- -less and warm, we were surrounded by growing rock, hearts of rock. We knew no property Our tunnels were our veins, our bodies were the same, and so no one glistened. I woke up one day and I fou-ound that the tunnels had changed. I ran through all the passages screaming but the stones intercepted my voice. I ran through the arch of the green temple, so I could tell the wise man. He closed his eyes and then stood up slowly, and to me ordered that the bells be rung. Everyone entered the tunnels in time to see strangers breaking down our walls with their picks and their bulldozers Passages crumbled, our daughters were weeping, the tunnel sparkled with new gold, they had found our veins... We never did fight back. We were lost. But, One youth among us was clever and told them that this was our gold that they found. Hours he bargained with greedy gold diggers and, finally we struck a deal, and we sold it to them. Our home was destroyed; all we had was the money. So we all traveled our separate directions, Without our tunnels we settled a- -lone in our cold wealth and misery; it was the only way.
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