Yellowman - Aeon Spoke



     
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Yellowman Lyrics


His eyes are closed his face pale asleep
on the ground a newspaper reads
the blood has spilled again
and you just dream my yellowman
yellowman
The angels burn a torch to keep us warmHis lungs are wide awake but he won't breathe
He spits out the ocean and we dream
like goldfish in a bowl
They think we're free
yellowman
You're tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds
The angels burn a torch to keep us warmthe blood has spilled againand you just dream
yellowman
You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm

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Being the only musicians at their neighborhood elementary school, Sean Reinert and Paul Masvidal first met in Miami, when they were 12 years old, and immediately started writing songs and rehearsing together in what would become an obsessive aural journey from classical to pop to metal to Jazz and back within a ten-year period. By their late teens they were playing everything from Mahavishnu Orchestra to Miles Davis, and learning the songs of the Real/Fake book. Proficiency and perseverance saw their band, the progressive-rock/metal outfit Cynic, propelled to indie bestseller status.

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