El Moono - Marionettes (Official Audio)

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  • Опубліковано 8 тра 2024
  • Order/Stream The Waking Sun: elmoono.lnk.to/thewakingsun
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    Produced & mixed by Sam Coveney at Middle Farm Studios: www.coveneysound.co.uk/
    Mastered by Acle Kahney: www.4dsounds.com/
    The Waking Sun is an adventurous 13-track post-hardcore/alt-metal from El Moono. This long-awaited debut marks an exciting turn for the band toward the darker and more abrasive - a more mature release from a band already marked for greatness.
    With influences of rock, hardcore, metal and grunge, the band's off-kilter and oftentimes mind-bending riffs, emotive songs and expressive lyricism combine to create a sound that’s difficult to pigeonhole. As part of the new British underground, the band has garnered notable praise from Metal Hammer, Kerrang!, Guitar World and more.
    Lyrics:
    This eloquent elephant is guiding our conversation south
    And I'm trying to ignore everything he’s given me
    And it's taking too much
    Breaking the silence with your need to be heard
    Caressing your ego
    The less shit that we know
    The better your odds are
    On living all alone
    Inside of your head
    Oh it's got to be lonely
    Secluded to your thoughts
    Manipulating strings
    I’m in palm of your hands
    And I am nothing
    I’m in the palm of your hands
    And I am nothing
    The toast is burning
    The alarms are setting this unnerving tone
    The suspense is building
    Slowly smoked out of my home
    Cruella is dead
    Eating flowers at the party?
    I guess we’ll be dining for one
    Manipulating strings
    I’m in palm of your hands
    And I am nothing
    I don’t want this to consume me
    I’m slowly adjusting to the waves
    The frost of your breath that stuns the dampness in the room
    Building mildew on the cracks across your smile
    Nostalgic puppets play with their hands upon their laps while
    Turning faces into warped out versions of ourselves
    Chipping away to make the pain stop

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