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Whispers never stop - Vol. 1

by DrØnes '72

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1.
Tiny storms 04:47
Solitude is not your problem feeling proud of little monsters dancing all night for you turning your hair in blue Spin around with tiny storms, fast lift your soul from bed and catch lights I'm up for the rest of night I'm busy to hear no one I live in quiet nights this time I'm staring at the open I feel these bullets left no scars I'm staring at the open I close my eyes with daily light I'm staring at the open I walk my mind through secret stars I'm staring at the open I'm leaving home at foggy times I'm staring at the open I bought a candle with magic wax I'm staring at the open You chose discrete control of time I'm staring at the open I've broke all strings of my guitars I'm staring at the open Silence is a funny story Whispers never stop, so glorious Searching my head at times I'm singing a note too high Legacy is not my torture proud of me for drawing straight lines I'm saving on painter's brush waiting for colors right I live in quiet nights this time I'm staring at the open I feel these bullets left no scars I'm staring at the open I close my eyes with daily light I'm staring at the open I walk my mind through secret stars I'm staring at the open I'm leaving home at foggy times I'm staring at the open I bought a candle with magic wax I'm staring at the open You chose discrete control of time I'm staring at the open I've broke all strings of my guitars I'm staring at the open
2.
Certainty 04:22
So far from being so delicate Proof is, I lost my attitude Waited, days made of centuries Killing, thoughts were so negative Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall? Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold? Are you sure, that all these spinning souls are rushing without goal? Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy? I am not sure. Painting pages with certainty Cleaning, though I'm not perfectionist Scratching down in my barrel I've found us, so strong in sanity Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall? Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold? Are you sure? Accepted all I did, but don't like me at all. Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy? I am not sure.
3.
Doctor, wise man, please help, I feel tired, sort of sick Since days, been sitting and lying, oh I feel tired, sort of sick Drank Leffe, to forget, still too tired, sort of sick Doctor, tell me, I’m crazy? Oh I’m just tired, sort of sick I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick I can’t complain, I feel tired sort of sick No can’t complain, well I’m almost dying and I’m sort of sick Son you know, this town? There are vampires of Vitamin D Cover your neck, you have bleeding Vitamin D Don’t let them get you, you ran out of Vitamin D You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D You know, this town, there are vampires of Vitamin D No don’t complain, just get pills of Vitamin D Doctor, wise man, that helps, I’m on pills of Vitamin D Won’t let them close, all those vampires of Vitamin D Still they’re so hot, the sweets vampires of Vitamin D My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D My sexy lovers, they are all Vampires of Vitamin D No won’t complain, I’m on pills of Vitamin D
4.
I've got a fixed tic-toc that plays at the core of my head I've got a clear straight knock out sound at the core of my head I've got to seat, lean backward, let it out of my head I've got to feel dirt road, dust, quick, to begin making sense My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless I've got few tricks to move beyond, though my chiefs think I ain't Through daily talks, style Muppets show, I just smile as defence I see an army in marathons that they run by themselves All egoistic fingers pointing, the art of backstab My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes
5.
So far from being so delicate Proof is, I lost my attitude Waited, days made of centuries Killing, thoughts were so negative Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall? Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold? Are you sure, that all these spinning souls are rushing without goal? Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy? I am not sure. Painting pages with certainty Cleaning, though I'm not perfectionist Scratching down in my barrel I've found us, so strong in sanity Are you sure, that this is place for me, and I won't get to fall? Are you sure that truth is what we need instead of lying bold? Are you sure? Accepted all I did, but don't like me at all. Are you sure, that doctors have right pills to cure melancholy? I am not sure.
6.
I've got a fixed tic-toc that plays at the core of my head I've got a clear straight knock out sound at the core of my head I've got to seat, lean backward, let it out of my head I've got to feel dirt road, dust, quick, to begin making sense My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless I've got few tricks to move beyond, though my chiefs think I ain't Through daily talks, style Muppets show, I just smile as defence I see an army in marathons that they run by themselves All egoistic fingers pointing, the art of backstab My funny feelings are spinning circle in Bubble center We are plastic badges, time regulated, in hiding shelters It's raining better, on lockdown lives, in Bla-bla center Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless Beware of Drønes, escape surveillance, and run from senseless Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes, Beware of Drønes

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First EP by DrØnes '72 with four original songs and two bonus live tracks

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released October 18, 2017

"Whispers Never Stop - Vol. 1" was recorded in the dungeon of Zinne Studio in Brussels, Belgium; mixed by Steve Bullock. The bonus tracks were performed on 6 December 2016 at Le Grand Central in Brussels and are part of an unreleased live bootleg album, "Le Grand Noise". This EP was mastered by Staf Verbeeck at Stiff Studio in Antwerpen. Art cover photos by Giulio Zanni. Music and lyrics by Giulio Venneri.

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Brussels-based alternative rock band, shaking the Bubble around you.

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