Bloom

Here is our version of Straight Lines by VOLA we hope you liked it, if so, go running to listen to them on Spotify, to see their new video clip and stay tuned for their next album Witness. 🤘

We leave you the link to his new song and to his social networks:

Straight Lines (Official Music Video): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DhcsS...
Website: http://volaband.com/
Instagram: http://instagram.com/volaband
Facebook: http://facebook.com/volaband
Twitter: http://twitter.com/volaband

We also leave you a link to our social networks: https://linktr.ee/BloomBand


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Straight Lines Lyrics

On the edge.
On the loose.
They are here to tie the noose
but they won’t catch me.

Barking noise.
Searchlight rays.
Breaking news for broken days.
Another entry.
The undisputable hole inside of you
wasn’t my pursuit.
I am sure you knew.
You’re a trustee.

I am weak.
I am sore.
I attest to countless flaws
but I’m not guilty.

You’re running low on straight lines.
You’re running low on good signs.
You’re running low, they say, the salt will flow.

Into waste.
Into voids.
Into shades on polaroids.
Leave a whisper?

Pinetree hill
hold me tight.
Cover up and choke the light
but save the blister.
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Composed By BlooM (Eduardo Cachero, Víctor Elena, Juanjo Poveda, Luis de la Peña, Lolo Camacho).
Produced by BlooM and Guille Laorga
Mixed & Mastered by Guille Laorga at Goldfish Studios, Madrid
Visualizer Produced by BlooM:
- Artwork by Sócrates Sapounas
- Video Editor: Víctor Elena

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Lyrics:
It's time to understand my measures and how to set the line
I dig the trench they laugh at
No, they can't see the inner struggle
From their neat eyes, paradoxical moment
Where the line would have been set
Appears to be the severest moment my inner self has ever thought

One try to inscribe lines instead of circles
I watched myself dying inside in this non hostile ad nauseum
The gates are opening and there's no return point, again

For the endless perses, for my inner struggle
Due to project 20 i will break the cycle
I will continue what I've never reached to witness
See ruin in the sand, my own ditch circumscribed

One try to inscribe lines instead of circles
I watched myself dying inside in this non hostile ad nauseum
The gates are opening and there's no return point, again
I'm persona non gratae in this blighted place
Tax of sand increases as I'm neglected

One try to inscribe lines instead of circles
I watched myself dying inside in this non hostile ad nauseum
The gates are opening and there's no return point, again
I'm persona non gratae in this blighted place
Tax of sand increases as I'm neglected

One try to trace lines instead of circles

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Composed By BlooM (Eduardo Cachero, Víctor Elena, Juanjo Poveda, Luis de la Peña, Lolo Camacho).
Produced by BlooM and Guille Laorga
Mixed & Mastered by Guille Laorga at Goldfish Studios, Madrid
Visualizer Produced by BlooM:
- Photography by Laura Gallego Guerra
- Video Editor: Víctor Elena

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Lyrics:
The whole comes
She,more delicate than the petals of her own dominance
This child all alone creeping over the ground exposing the plain
The new reality
Gears made out of filthy blood
Those bearings, howling in concordance with the darkest mass
The unseen demonstrates the machine
How isolation broke your child
Far beyond humans heart sites sorrow
Rough as Nimonic

They don't know what we know
What's the dead life of a pale child
They don't know what we know
What's the dead life of any petal

Steam vents emerging from the colossus
Moves the heaviest mass the land has ever met
Even the field gets traumatized after every shatter to the soil
Faithfully expecting nature to come
To save what squashed minerals have become
This child all alone creeping over the ground has no new reality
Consumed by the machine
Fragile as gynoecium

They don't know what we know
What's the dead life of a pale child
They don't know what we know
What's the dead life of any petal

And there she is facing the unknown
Backed up by cotyledon legions

Type 20 is its name, the first of his breed
Type 20 is its name, hear it destroying the earth

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Visualizer From our new Album "Project 20"

Composed By BlooM (Eduardo Cachero, Víctor Elena, Juanjo Poveda, Luis de la Peña, Lolo Camacho).
Produced by BlooM and Guille Laorga
Mixed & Mastered by Guille Laorga at Goldfish Studios, Madrid
Visualizer Produced by BlooM:
- Artwork by Nadia Brzostowicz
- Video Editor: Víctor Elena

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(ESP) - Liturgia es un tema dedicado al abuelo de Eduardo Cachero Figueiras tras su muerte durante la pandemia del Covid-19 como se puede apreciar en la letra. Es una canción muy importante a nivel espiritual para la banda dado el trasfondo que esta tiene y el significado en los tiempos que corren.

(ENG) - Liturgia is a track dedicated to Eduardo's Grandfather after his death during the Covid-19 pandemic as can be seen in the lyrics. It is a very important song on a spiritual level for the band given the background it has and the meaning in these times.

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Lyrics:
Today, we are all gathered to cult the asleeps
Ascendants from the realm
We live in may be grateful
To the one below

But there's some things that i can relate
Trust me, wait for the ignorant
Vines over the merciless
All absorbed praying for

Behold now
To behold now

Our sympathy might be with the ascendants
Their life has been refunded
Now, they will turn into better natural forms
For the infinite rest (Our distress from reality)

But there's some things that i can relate
Trust me, wait for the ignorant
Vines over the merciless
All absorbed praying for
Otherwise it will all come down
But there are some others that can relate
Wise men can't be forbidden
Theorists will be revealed
By mother nature

We all wanted you to be thrown where you belong
But those demons around your case stopped our will

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