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Toro Blanco

by Toro Blanco

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1.
Dislocations 04:21
I’m not lost, just out of place Reclusive, full of empty space The wild hide among the tame, right or wrong we’re all fair game Head deep in grief and apathy One for every heart you’ve stolen One for every vow you’ve broken Another in despondent homage Countless dislocations got me stranded on my mind Now I leave despair behind Said the visionary rendered blind Treasures that I’ve sought in vain Upon mirth,ill-gotten gain What goods a noose without a neck? Vessel crashed upon the shore Once again survived the storm Familiar are these troubled tides Unknown are the reasons why I’m not lost, just out of place
2.
The air you breathe you will soon find deceiving As it is fleeting, like flesh Lead me from fields of decomposition Lead me, for I’ve had my fill A piece of me longs to be buried A piece of me longs to take flight Thus, the horror of existence Feeling fine, fine, fine Body, soul, and virtue is breached Feasting on the lifeless insides
3.
The Let Down 03:31
Where every street corner bends, in everyone you meet You can feel the triumph of defeat Swirling pool of greasy skin, pathogens in heat I concede these trying miles to someone’s less traveled feet Diseased. Overwhelmed and in retreat Please, xannies, won’t you break out all the big guns Get me back up on my feet Parasitic Shangri-la, bio-ravaged youth Budding lies evolve into the truth Life here was always like a disappointing fuck Out of time, out of focus, out of money, out of luck
4.
Silent pictures, a glass of red wine. Our favorite nightmares running through our minds With a whisper all my troubles fade into a womb of vertigo Bending visions climb Shall I see the world your way? Shall I see the world that way? Show your world to me, shades of black. Aureoles nostalgic glow Idol in baphomet pose Bathing our thoughts in shades of black Unclean emotions bleed colors so bleak Synapses exploding as the moment reaches peak Ghoulish disposition, I can’t resist your 1920s glow Everything that’s mine is now yours to indulge Carnal bliss, superstition Receding into the depths where nightmares are made We are gathering All things un-illuminate Join me in these vibrant depths We are gathering Shall I see the world your way? Shall I see the world that way? Show your world to me, shades of black. Aureoles nostalgic glow Idol in baphomet pose Show your nature, show me everything, show me your pain.
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Relapse 02:49
I got a million little hammers bangin’ in my head, day and night pounding away Sleep is for the dead, not the un-alive yet the volume of the ruckus grows So many reasons, nothing to show but this albatross Denies me so Lately I sleep with the TV on Perhaps the lack of substance keeps me calm I’m not scared of losing, I’m afraid that I won’t try Locomotive on fire roaring through my brain, can’t find a single piece of mind No destination, full speed ahead leaving everyone behind The road to relapse, the road to home, my one true love Deprives me so Have you spent a lifetime in a haze? The devil works in conspicuous ways Feel your hands upon me, time to go….time to go. I got a million little hammers bangin’ in my head, day and night pounding away Sleep is for the dead, not the un-alive yet the volume of the ruckus grows So many reasons, nothing to show. To my vice confined. Defies me so
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Ballad of a law man shot dead, silhouette of a smoking gun. Mark my headstone and hit the road. Riding off in the sunset, only the grave can save me now. Come what may, as the story goes. This is a land without mercy, yet here we are retracing steps What I call bondage some call free Would you listen if these roads could speak? Some live and die by the bullet, others as an endless game of chess. In time it all becomes roulette. In time a weary mind forgets. I count the days. Long days. I count the days. Lonely days. As gold shines it dulls regret. Clutched tightly with two crimson hands. Black horizons, stalking lions, what a beautiful world. Where the devil makes his home is in the deeds I do.

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Toro Blanco's debut Recording.

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released March 1, 2015

Produced by Wes Easterly
Mastered by Adam Boose at Cauliflower Audio

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Toro Blanco Cleveland, Ohio

An American Rock and Roll band from the outskirts of Cleveland, Ohio.

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