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A beautiful postcard from the land of ice.
There must be something in that distant Iceland, something magical in the air that offers delicacy, simplicity, and poetry.
I close my eyes, and it feels like I'm there, among desolate landscapes and cold northern winds, where thoughts can roam without obstacles.
I am enveloped by a delicate sonic tapestry, where a barely whispered childlike voice plays hide and seek among string arrangements and piano strolls.
The room fills with a light blue hue, I smell earth and resin.
A drowsiness starts to envelop me, it's a shy melody that presses without invading, it almost seems to ask for permission, and I have unconsciously already given it free access to my emotional balances.
From afar come the call of an accordion and the caresses of a cello, they are soundless voices, yet I feel they are calling me, it seems they want to confide a secret, but I can't move, it's cold, there's an icy current, so today I decide to remain with my eyes closed under the warmth of the blankets.
Tracklist Lyrics Samples and Videos
02 Green Grass of Tunnel (04:51)
Down from my ceiling
Drips great noise.
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here
There's a pool
And when I'm swimming
In through a tunnel
I shut my eyes
Inside their cabin
I make sounds
In through the tubes I send this noise.
Behind these two hills here
Fall asleep
And when i float in
Green grass of tunnel
It flows back
Down from my ceiling
Drips great noise
It drips on my head through a hole in the roof
Behind these two hills here
There's a pool
And when i'm swimming
In through a tunnel
I shut my eyes
03 We Have a Map of the Piano (05:19)
Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain hum
I'll take a bottle down to you
Please don't flow this fast
You hold a little hum
I'll bottle sounds just me for you
Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain din
I'll bottle piano sounds from you
Please don't flow so fast
You little mountain noise
I'll close my eyes and bite your tongue
07 Now There's That Fear Again (03:56)
Jump of the bridge on our bikes
Float down stream to us
Float down stream to us
Hang onto the steer
To the steer
Float with the noise
With our bikes
Float down stream
I hang onto my bike
To my bike
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