Metabolé

Available via https://glasswork.bandcamp.com​​

Recorded at Eternal Studios by Niko Hartmann.
Mastered by Steve Kitch (The Pineapple Thief) (audiomaster.co.uk)
Art cover by The Real Theory (artgrab.co)
Artistic designed by Noisy Pope (noisypope.com)

Metabolé a consideration by Glasswork:

Additional main and secondary vocals performed by; Martinez, Laura
Drums, percussions and main vocals performed by: Rey, Miguel Ángel
Electric bass and secondary vocals performed by: Domínguez, Fernando
Acoustic, classical and electric guitars performed by; Gálvez, José
Keyboard instruments, flute and secondary vocals performed by: Rodríguez, César

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LYRICS:

Whence you begin, thence also you will find the end;
And seizing time you run to no term and nowhere.
Myriad paths to plod.

A silver orb.
Leaping, speeding serene.
Sustained, twisted nail.
To come, to stir, to unveil…

Kids who play to be men,
while every man gets afraid of them.

And what after that?

Centipedes with rights, sexual intelligence,
Morning-stress disorder, PhD in ambience,
Therapeutic noises, not-so-legal utterance,
Scientific hip-hop, energizing carelessness.

And what after that?

Nobody the III, ruler of the world, says
Not having books is penalized by law.
Your new psyquiatric gardener is completely sure
that Osho was indeed last avatar of God.

Please tell me something new...

Recently discovered that ingesting
children heals your lungs.

You fools...

One army still screaming for struggle.
One other keeps increasing void of fragments.

Every sphere is flat close enough.
Every line is a spot far enough.

The first thing I remember anything can be is nothing.
Step back. Where to stare?
Gazing things to change.
Become.

Perhaps is there the no-where to be.
If so, then undergoes possibility.
May the truth be the coming to come.
Fate is, for me: to let her; see her; save her!

Always been looking for an ended way to be.
Every speech found got to lies
when on the difference.

None of beings will tell you how to change.

Welcome back to the tale in which we share
evolution of mind.

So, what after that? Now we reach the end.

La torre de babel, reconstruida;
álzanse los símbolos sobre las cabezas.

Lengua de la madre, para un solo hijo: lauro que se
ve vive soportando la extrañeza.

El vástago es guardián de lo que ha sido;
vela por el juego que hay detrás de la sistencia.

Mirada puesta al fin, tez serena.
Cuando todo acabe mantendremos la presencia.

Longest way round…