Foggy glass
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Experience the melancholic melodies and introspective lyrics of 'Foggy Glass,' a musical journey inspired by moments of solitude and reflection. Born from the simple act of staring into a fogged mirror after a morning shower during a long and tiring business trip with jetlag, this track delves deep into the complexities of everyday life and the relentless pursuit of dreams amidst the chaos.
With collaborative talents from Gregor Alič on bass and Blaž Pavšič on acoustic guitar, drums, and co-production, 'Foggy Glass' crafts a narrative of longing and quiet rebellion through its atmospheric soundscapes and intricate instrumentation.
Join us as we ride the wave of routine times, breaking the monotony with music that plays and a quiet riot of screams where dreams reside.
Bass: Gregor Alič
Acoustic guitar, drums and co-producer: Blaž Pavšič
Mixed and mastered by A7 Recording Studio (www.a7recordingstudio.com)
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Morning, till at dark,
You keep staring on that face in foggy glass.
Packed your stuff, on a train,
Catching plane, chasing dreams in the pouring rain.
Flickered city, shadows dance,
In the pace of a life that feels like a trance.
Concrete jungles, neon dreams,
Lost in echoes of silent screams.
Through the haze, a distant song,
A melody of what's right and what is wrong.
Faces blur, world fade,
In the puzzle of a life that's been laid.
On the wave of routine times we ride,
Round and round, side by side,
Music plays, it breaks times,
Quiet riot of screams where dreams reside.
You keep moving, on this track,
Through the echoes, and shadows that pull you back.
Every note you play,
Carves a path to break your endless pray.
On the wave of routine times we ride,
Round and round, side by side,
Music plays, it breaks times,
Quiet riot of screams where dreams reside.