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Rift Valley
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Rift Valley You come back to me sans subterfuge As deluge clings to parched desert sands Its way too much and too fast Aghast the rivers flashed flood And the waters are 33 grasping hands deep To have and to keep To hold and to know To bring down
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euphoreador uses elements from industrial music and many other styles while focusing the lyrics on poetry and poetic sound-scapes.
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#1,486 in subgenre Peak #34
Charts
Peak #189
Author
Josh Hinck, Matt Cooper
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Josh Hinck 2009
Uploaded
January 08, 2010
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MP3 4.7 MB 128 kbps 5:07
Story behind the song
This is track 3 from "adrift". "adrift" is the late December 2009 release by euphoreador. It continues the dark and ominous music that euphoreador has been doing but in uniquely distinct ways. “adrift” delves into the subjects of reproduction, fallibility, dna, hope and of course life. “adrift” has many melody lines played with a myriad of instruments and some of the songs are heavy riffing guitars to others that are of a middle Eastern flare. Come “adrift” with euphoreador.
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Rift Valley You come back to me sans subterfuge As deluge clings to parched desert sands It’s way too much and too fast Aghast the rivers flashed flood And the waters are 33 grasping hands deep To have and to keep To hold and to know To bring down the pomp and glamour And burn change the three ring show With the big top all aglow The Circus Maximus is the poignant kiss Well what’s become of Stuttered to no avail and the mast and sail Inflates as billow we fall upon the pillow of grass Me and this fallible lass With up skirt and down dress With arched curves we confess We’re omnivoric whores We’re human stars amongst scores We’re gluttonous fasters We’re servants and we’re masters We’re healed sores gaping fresh anew Like whatever plasters the sobered glue Of red white deepest black and blue Oh f*** the onslaught slew the spirit flew Just to test its wings and rally Despite hoops and flaming rings The human heart it sings
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