• So I don't care if you dance well 'cause fashion can't replace content and passion is lost between scene points and greasy hair.
  • If there’s one thing I know in this life: we are beggars all.
  • what the fuck are you so afraid of? as strong as lions but you never showed your fucking teeth.
  • don’t even try, to maximize these plans, I steal, I catch this wind, after all of my lies, don’t you dare fall for, how I could be depends, on the cold you bring
  • With your hands wide open, Renew the days we all thought lost, Renew the days, Let go, Release, revolve, renew
  • And if my heart just stops, keep me alive for a minute. I want to know if a curtain drops.
  • New wars. New kings. The pigs came here to take everything. No wars. No kings. We gotta stop the blood-letting.
  • You're the yellow bird that I've been waiting for.
  • I speak in sarcasm to relate to all the things I appreciate I lie in rhythm to open doors I follow suit and just want more
  • At times so self destructive with no intent or motive, but behind this emotion, there lies a sensible heart.
  • Say something and close the door, And break the silence in our room, Hold your breath, let you through, Just for a moment this is our shelter.
  • I took the whole damn ride, with my best friends by my side, the days turned into nights and we held on with all our might
  • I'd rather die on my feet than live on my knees, I'd rather die on my feet so you can WATCH ME RISE
  • Stay tame, soft river, while we weigh our faith, stay sweet, run softly, sweet river, the fool who wades in doubt will float like concrete.
  • I’m in no shape for a new day, I'm in no mood for a better place or a fix or your pretty face. I’m just not in the mood.

  • RAEIN - The King Is Dead

    So I don't care if you dance well 'cause fashion can't replace content and passion is lost between scene points and greasy hair.

1 sierpnia 2011

Eimog


Eimog is a post rock band formed in Agrigento, IT in 2006. 
Eimog is a band heavily immersed in the influences of nature’s visual notions of the universe and finds itself in its prime when the crazy collaboration of sound lines up and finds her perfect balance. Countless suffocating hours trying to define art were futile - only music allows us to breath. It is our art.


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