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Sandbox Phoenix
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Minnesota's Coeus the Boxing Titan offers a more unique take on the Prog Rock genre, roughly sounding like Pink Floyd playing Noise Rock after being stabbed in
Minnesota's Coeus the Boxing Titan is a musical deity that descended from the clouds back in 2008, as a way for sole member and songwriter Aro to vent pent-up emotion and punch holes in the fabric of modern rock. Combining his own takes on several genres, Coeus takes enormous influence from progressive, psychadelic, and industrial rock; artists like John Frusciante, Pink Floyd, Queens of the Stone Age, Primus, Beck, Mike Patton, and King Crimson. There are many undercurrents that help make the style distinct; downtempo and hip-hop music were a huge inspiration, as well as funk, noise rock and electronica. With nothing but cheap instruments and a PC, Coeus music is written with a heavy emphasis on the atmosphere and production of each song. The lyrics are stitched together from the chaos of the human mind, dealing with subjects like introspection, sanity, relationships, and heartache.
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Aro
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Aron Patterson
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October 01, 2011
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MP3 4.1 MB 128 kbps 4:27
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-verse1- picture that we're both sane trust these instincts again our bodies lost in pain black and red painted chains but who'd have predicted this never fled here worried each evening we'd be born but we'd die each morning -chorus- a phoenix rose up from the sandbox -verse2- pit of this stomach burns as charred feathers fall slow floats through heaps of those dreams hearts would never follow supernatural thoughts a big booze-induced trance chase perfection for just seconds of transcendence -chorus- a phoenix rose up from the sandbox -verse3- too crushed to touch true love's too much rushed off in cuffs is once enough? smoke, wind and sin in anything wine glass half filled pleads for meaning feeds our belief in this freedom demon keep cutting feeling til we see bleeding alcohol floods for miles roads paved in flames while we're tossed into the wild just flying while on fire -outro chorus- in hell, a bluebird's song means more over the phone we'd lay awake for days listen in on dial tones I'm a vulture on fire dead rose in desert sand through this breeze I'm reborn as ashes in a wasteland
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