WATERMARK
Remember when your mother stamped
Your name in all your clothes
Some still embroider their initials
Kinda little big boys, snobs.
How big has to be your watermark,
To measure up your ego?
How big has to be your watermark,
To cover all your fears?
Feel the need to label visibly, as if
Your work couldn’t speak for itself.
Do you find they are less recognisable?
Afraid they have a voice of their own.
How big has to be your watermark,
To measure up your ego?
How big has to be your watermark,
To cover all your fears?
Is it better ‘cause you're part of the frame?
Where’s the sense if you were behind the lense?
It was the light in your eyes that stopped time
But once released it belongs to others.
How big has to be your watermark,
To measure up your ego?
How big has to be your watermark,
To cover all your fears?
BLACK FREEDOM
Finally I get to hold my reward
Can’t remember when I started fighting
I’m so tired of this, I let my body do the talk.
I squeeze life out of every moment
I nearly lost myself on the way
But some good things came out of that journey.
Got the most prized reward…
I’m happy ‘bout the way it all turned out
I taught a little and I learned a lot
I think I’ll buy myself a black Les Paul
Black Beauty… Beautiful Freedom.
Got the most prized reward…
All I’m gonna leave behind is a hole
All I’m gonna leave is a very sad note
All I’m gonna leave are some enemies
All I’m gonna leave is a gray dawn
All I’m gonna leave behind is a hole
All I’m gonna leave is my love
All I’m gonna leave are some friends
All I’m gonna take with me is nothing… nothing at all.
Got the most prized reward… It’s my time.
All I’m gonna leave behind is a hole
All I’m gonna leave is my love
All I’m gonna leave is this song
All I’m gonna take with me is nothing.
STORYTELLER
He wore dark clothes in a peculiar grunge way
Tired face like he wore the weight of the world
Silver long hair, stuck in eternal youth
Sad eyes as if his love had just gone away.
Always came out of nowhere,
Just arriving from somewhere,
Being busy or so he said.
He was an unexpected sort of gourmet
Stories ‘bout recordings in which he took part
Nobody knew his address, although many took him home
But his kind smile dismantled the whole set.
Always came out of nowhere,
Just arriving from somewhere,
Being busy or so he said.
He always came out of nowhere,
Just arriving from somewhere…
SLIPPERS
Sneaked them out some hotel
Can’t remember where or when
Emerged out of nowhere in my room
The night you decided to stay… just a day.
Got me tied without a rope
To the beauty of your soul.
They are not worth a dime
But as the fibers of my heart
I fear they’ll lose your scent
When I put them in the wash.
Got me tied without a rope
To the beauty of your soul.
Though I love you wearing my shirt
Or curled upon my couch
When you walk down the corridor
Wearing the huge slippers, You got me…
Got me tied without a rope
To the beauty of your soul.
credits
released December 25, 2017
All songs by Ruben "Macallan" Hdez. and Chris "Glenmorangie" Bormann.
Recorded, mastered and produced at Highland Park by Ruben Macallan and Chris Glenmorangie.
Ruben Macallan uses Lagavulin acoustic guitars, Jameson Telecaster, Glenfiddich Les Paul, Talisker bass and E-Bowmore.
Chris Glenmorangie uses Laphoraig and Ardbeg microphones.
FRONT COVER PHOTOGRAPHY, INSIDE PHOTOGRAPHY & GRAPHIC DESING: RUBEN HERNANDEZ.
BACK COVER PHOTOGRAPHY: JAVI FELIPE.
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