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Outlines

by Days Left Behind

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1.
Here I am crossing this sorrow sight. All is painted in black and white. Dark is crowning the light. Wandering inside the mist my anxiety grows like a shade. Inside of me no heartbeat, no breath. I walk without a course. This place could be the key to fill all hollow I keep. I think I reach the deep. This is what I see: my deepest fear. I closed my eyes to glimpse some way out. There is a presence claiming my time. It is a vision of my corpse projected by my baneful thoughts. In front of me no heartbeat, no breath. I walk without a course. This place could set me free or create a cell for me surrounded by my fears. But now I want to see my darkest dream. When my vision decreases I perceive that pale light that makes me feel the warmth of life in front of my eyes. An ephemeral sensation overwhelming my mind. The awakening is near. The dream dies here, it always did. And despite it all this is all I could see when growing darkness surrounded me among my dreams and fears. All in a sigh. But now I just see nothing.
2.
Open yourself to the last call. Converge with this deploying of confused thoughts. The final second, with a bittersweet taste, diverges from my heart with the deepest sigh. And this will clarify my sight. Embraced by these new sensations. Wondering if this is a new inception. Wondering if my role is over with the curtain’s fall. Will I rest to be free of questions? Lamentations have no place now. Undress the awareness and let the time show you the way to the unknown. Feel the change and forsake old fears. Set aside your insecurities. And then my steps will tread the path. Embraced by these new sensations. Wondering if this is a new inception. Wondering if my role is over with the curtain’s fall. Will I rest to be free of questions? Lamentations have no place. Now I have the greatest secret kept. In dispute, overflow of tears. Drenched faces of my past whispering a last goodbye. My last goodbye, our last goodbye. The final step is done. At last is mine the rest after the sigh. A last goodbye.
3.
I can see your broken smiles. I am a child who has no dreams at night. I can hear all your lies. I do not need your light. Without your sheen my eyes will be free to see a brand new sun. The height of clouds I will reach. Where is the truth? Why did they hide its wisdom? Have I ever really felt the sky? We are not trying to fly. I can feel my broken wings. I am the man who has no hopes in life. I still hear all your lies. I will not feed your light. Without your sheen my eyes will be free to see a brand new sun. The height of clouds I will reach. Celestial dome awaits. Where is the truth? Why did they hide its wisdom? Perhaps it died because we never tried to. I want to fly away. I am the one who wants to fly away above the sun, to fly above this crimson sun of gold, to keep myself out of range of its glow. Blinded eyes can not perceive the blue. And when the blackened night opens before my eyes I can see light. It is the purest of the stars showing me the way in this sparkling sky. And then I will leave my life behind this veil seeing my new sun. I tried to make my own decisions, to leave behind my old convictions, to fulfill dreams of liberation. I flew until I gained the sky. Now I sense the breath of clouds over my hands And I behold, among its precious calm, the wounds of this decaying land. I am the one who is on a flight with no return. I am the one who is flying away above the sun. I know the truth. They are hiding its wisdom. Why live below the sky? Now that I know how shiny is light.
4.
He lives inclosed into a grayish room. Through the window counting days and nights. Hopeful dreams lay on an elder mind. Without knowing the truth about the sun his hopes lay below the sky. Meanwhile his end is getting close. Waiting for a moment that never comes, alone. Even tears can not dispel his view of clouds. Hopeful dreams lay on an elder mind. Without knowing the truth about the sun his hopes lay below the sky. Meanwhile dark thoughts surround his mind. Hopeless feelings are taking form in the walls. Light is disappearing. His light is going. Curtain is falling. The dream is ending. His dream is ending. Sky is now fading away. Sky fades away. Hopeful dreams laid on an elder mind. Without knowing the truth above the sun his life ends below the sky. Another one who is left behind.
5.
Tapestry 05:22
Wild ivy grows hiding the wounds of rotten stones, ascending on forsaken walls, sewing the ground. Watered with the blood of the darkest cloud and pruned by ethereal hands of wind. Created to weave magisterial stitches. Planning slowly by the grace of sun. Threading green fibers through the needles. Branches and leaves are facing the rock with roots. Death decorated by tangles full of life. Injecting sheen of brown and green, concealing the grey rust with a veil for the nature’s will. Weaving hundreds of gardens without stop. Everlasting work of art. Sinks under the dust. Keeps digging the land liberating seeds, delivering life. See the mantle rise below the skies. Ruins dressed by tapestries of life. The tapestry is alive. Wild ivy grows next to the walls of rusted grey. But one day man will come again to build his grave. Behold this miracle, inhale what it provides. A gift for our lives exhaled from the woods. Then why are we raising walls on tapestries?
6.
First morning light in darkness still. All that warm light can not take away our cold. Here we are, waiting in misery. Meanwhile the fate sweetens our lives seasoning it with lies. How to stay if all is lost? Savouring its lies. And here we are, waiting in misery. There is a lad giving his tears to the marble. Poor, those tears will never dry. Orphan’s chant. His dreams will die and then he will wait with us. Here we are, waiting in misery to find some calm in our despair. Is there a purpose in life? Is there an aim? Waiting in misery to find some calm in our despair. Is there something valuable in this decline called life? Life is something baneful to the hopeless' eyes. Long will be the wait for those who want to leave. Time will run slow for those who want to die. Raining over us remnants of our decay. Shames and fears feed our stay. We wait to forget those feelings through calm. This is the reason why we lost it all. This hollow will be always inside. Sometimes it fills with illusive hopes but we keep waiting. No one lives forever. We keep the wait, waiting in misery to find some calm in our despair. And here we are, waiting in misery. Our departure is coming silently. It is time to cross the line. Life is just a wait through the wounds. Clocks are stopping now. We are not afraid of walking through life’s bounds. The waited reward is near. Farewell to all our fears. Comes with death all that in life is searched. All our cold is gone and darkness now is light. Wasting the waiting time, waiting to waste our time.
7.
Time's fence 09:00
With my hand covering the chest the heartbeats knock my fingers. Sweet throbbing of my core in absence of repose. Between these arms something is moving. Between these arms it is hiding. Beneath this flesh is giving my role in the existence. The spark of life remains inside of everyone who can feel the beat of his own second-hand. Paces inviting to reflect. Low tempo invades myself. Time is not an exception, we imposed on it a new pulse. Our hearts in unison when time is fenced by our clocks. Our life is not perpetual, it will stop with our hearts. But time is still eternal when you stop the hands. New concept illuminating me. I am sure now, more than ever. Paces inviting to reflect. Low tempo invades myself. I want to leave old ways and stay away because our intention in clocks’ creation was time’s translation. This misconception clouded our vision. Time can not be led by us and we are unable to understand it. I would like to know how it feels when clocks are just ignored. All hands are in silence. I hear clear my heartbeat. Suddenly I feel again all those lost sensations. Forever more I will keep my heart away from clocks, always following my own beat. Time will always be an exception, we can not impose a new pulse. Time is always marking the tempo passing indifferent to our clocks. Paces to eternity. New tempo guides myself.

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released November 18, 2014

Days Left Behind:

Aleix Valverde Bernuz | Drums and growl/backing vocals
Álex Huguet Sardà | Guitars
Guillem Rejón Pérez | Vocals and keys
Javier Ruiz Pérez | Guitars, keys and backing vocals
Unai Muñoz Rodríguez | Bass guitar and flute

Music by Javier Ruiz Pérez and Guillem Rejón Pérez
Lyrics by Aleix Valverde Bernuz, Javier Ruiz Pérez and Guillem Rejón Pérez
Conceptual design by Javier Ruiz Pérez, Guillem Rejón Pérez and Aleix Valverde Bernuz


Outlines’ development:

Produced by Javier Ruiz Pérez and Guillem Rejón Pérez from August 2012 to August 2014
Recorded by Guillem Rejón Pérez, Javier Ruiz Pérez, Rubén Gómez and Xavi Sastre
Recorded at The Cliff Studio, Barcelona (Spain)
Mixed and mastered by Jordi Navarro at The Room BCN, Barcelona (Spain)
Artwork by Olga Casajuana Illustration


Appreciations:

Days Left Behind would like to express their gratitude to all their families and friends for the support received.
A very special thanks to R. Bowen, R. Gómez, X. Diví, A. López, R. Romero, J. Navarro and the bands Karlahan, The Zen and Ravenblood.
Outlines is dedicated to those whose existence has inspired the band to seek a path in music.

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