Angry Hurricane – Lyrics

Angry Hurricane – Lyrics

I was feeling frustrated
I was not alone
And I just needed space

But I did not told you so
I chose to keep silence

And there I was, faking that I was fine
A hurricane of anger
But still, I made you a nice breakfast
Two eggs, sunny side up, fresh spinach and ham, with some coffee as well

I did not mention that I was furious
That I had a hurricane that was destroying me from the inside out
It was a hot summer morning
And I was feeling nothing close to warm inside

I became a frostbitten silent man
A speechless entity that was sharing breakfast next to you

I resembled more of a statue than a friend
I just did not wanted to be in me own skin
Mi silences started to speak by themselves
My body was screaming in desperation

I still do not know why I did not explode at that moment
I really wanted to release all of this

It seemed like a good idea to do it so by washing the dishes
And there I was, doing some occupational therapy

Until you noticed that the therapy that I needed was to leave me alone with my thoughts

You hugged me, and I could not hug you back the way I normally do
You left me alone, and I felt relief

I thought I handled it pretty damn good
I did not told you anything negative, nor insulting

I kept my thoughts and anger, and this hell of a hurricane inside of me as usual. As I always do.

This is just some wishful thinking
I wanted to believe that you didn’t notice
But I know you did

I know that you know my anger, and my silences
I forgot that tomorrow was your birthday

And here am I, creating havoc and hurricanes because I do not know any better

The Tree that Cried

The night brought the moonlight
Caressing the tree, with patience
Erasing the darkness around it
Giving it life among the dead

A garden full of murdered dreams.

Dreams that never came true
Dreams that waited an eternity
But the eternal has an end here
Infinity can stop on this garden

The tree couldn’t understand why
Why it was alone, surrounded by death
Entrenched in nothing bud sadness
Even its roots were flooded with anhedonia

A garden full of empty emotions.

Emotions that once were vibrant
Like the tree once was
A memory that is fading, slowly
All that is left is silence

The horrifying desperation of being alone.

The tree had nothing but the moon
That gave its light to it
Without questioning, without reasons
The tree didn’t wanted to know either

When everything around you is dead
Without dreams and hopes
Full of anhedonic creatures
Only your silence gives you company

All that’s left are the fading memories
Of what you used to be
The tree couldn’t help itself
It started to cry

The fear of nothingness arrived
The garden grew and expanded
The moon kept giving its light
Comforting the tree

But the tree was still alone.

During the Night

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During the night

I feel them

Coming thirsty

Eating my will and confidence

A thousand hands

Reaching to my mind

Touching my fears

Tempting with my life

A voice speaking

“Good night”

Until I fall sleep

Nightmares rising

Waking alone

Full of marks and scars

Inside my thoughts I’m becoming

An outsider of my own mind.

Mountain

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You and I created a mountain

Made of rocks of love and distance

Bushes of hugs and feelings

We build a hard resistance

We went high, very high

Reaching the sky

Creating a new life

Turning darkness into light

Suddenly, after a long time

Our apex, our top became cold

Full of ice

Our mountain was cold

And there was no heaven

Just a sad blue sky

The sun and its light

Were not enough

To warm us

Our freezing relationship

The moon was our witness

Together, covered by sea

A sea of diamond stars

Our love was decaying

Our words leaved us with cold scars

The tears of a dark cloud

Were a rampage to us, our mountain

The drops turned to a river

Dividing and destroying everything

We were getting destroyed

And our bushes drowned

Nature was right, we needed to stay apart

As a distant road that lead us to each other

But we defied nature. 

Until the Last


My time is neutral

It stopped in one scene

That’s why I’m immortal

 No more reason to bleed

One photograph tells my past

That I once lived with a smile

With a dream, without evil

Without negative desires

Even though my body is aging

Its my mind that doesn’t grow

I make the pain painless

But my body doesn’t stop

Like the rose that rises

Trying to touch the sun

It will die trying

Until the last pedal falls.

The Master I Never Met

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I’m submissive, but not a victim.

You are dominant, but still not a master.

Sometimes, the joy of my heart turns me into a dominant monster.

Other times, the sorrow of my unstable existence diminish the mirror.

The reflection I have with other souls, other ideas.

That means that I’m weak and like a sponge to despair.

But when I’m with you, all that schlock disappears.

I dedicate my thoughts to you when I need to be strong.

When my heart stops because the murky day is eating me, I think of you.

After that thought, I realize that I am a victim, but just your victim.

You are my master.

The dominant monster.

You are my sorrow.

My broken mirror.

My murky schlock.

The fragile reflection of a beautiful being that I’ve never met.

Or have I?

 

 

Good Night

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If only you knew
How much I need you
How much I miss you
The doubt kills me

You don’t know how much
I remember when I kissed you
And stared at your lips

I felt them

And touched your hands
I wish it lasted forever
But I know it wasn’t true

Everything goes slow without you
And when I’m with you
Everything goes fast
When I wake up I don’t believe it

It was just a dream
You and I are a dream
Something that our minds created
And it only lives inside of them

But like every good dream
We wake up
We think about it
And at the end, we forget it

Good night.

Writer’s Block Afterthoughts

Writer’s Block Afterthoughts

A hurricane of urgent thoughts.
All of them seem important.
All of them seem useless, too.
An unbearable necessity to solve them.

A never-ending loop of negativity.
The feedback loop stops the moment I write it down.

All of the sudden, the hurricane disappears.

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New EP Out Now

Hello All,

My new EP Uncomfortable Reflections and Other Stories is out now on all streaming platforms.

It was an intimate experience writing and recording this record. It has a lot of meaning for me since I have been in an emotional rollercoaster lately. I hope, that some of the lyrics resonate with others.

Thank you for your support.

Music as catharsis,

-E. 

New EP To Be Released

I have been working on a five song EP that was recorded recently. It is titled Uncomfortable Reflections and

Other Stories. It was out of necessity to release some of what I had going on inside. An urgent feeling to record the ideas. I did not have my bass guitar available, nor my actual microphone, therefore, I had to improvise with the tools I had. The end product were five hip-hop inspired tracks with spoken word on them.

One thing I know is that, whenever I am overwhelmed, it resolves into music.

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