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Everything Beautiful In Time

by I Am The Manic Whale

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Igor Huertas
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Igor Huertas Multinstrumentista de una gran calidad y voz , colaborador de Ryo Okumuto en su último trabajo , un gran descubrimiento !
Favorite track: Pages.
rikkikangfai
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rikkikangfai Where have I been? I've missed this band until 3 days ago and I've played this cd non-stop since. Great musicianship, pristine production, different styles but still rocks, and lyrics that make you think and wonder. Fantastic!! Favorite track: Circles (Show Love).
steven blomerth
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steven blomerth The first album of Manic Whale shows a band fully formed strong intelligent and rocking all in turns....They are a great example of the best of Progressive Rock or Symphonic rock. If you Like the Flower Kings you should like the intensity of the guitar work here. Manic Whale covers many subjects in their compositions but the music always is always strong and melodic.
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She’s standing stern on the hilltop, looking down at her shoes The vast vista before her, summer sunlight, sensational sight She won’t look! On the cliff above the harbour, offshore breeze in his hair White peaked waves creep up the sand awash with moonlight, a beautiful night He’s facing inland Facing inland! Open your eyes, this is the view, it was put here for you, so open your eyes. Brink of the Grand Canyon, red precipice falls away to the right Ineffable natural beauty looking through a 4-inch screen Add a 70s retro filter They stand on the rooftop with the sun going down The cityscape in silhouette, so deep so dark so iridescent They won’t look Why won’t they look? Open your eyes, this is the view, it was put here for you, so open your eyes. Why won’t you open your eyes? This is the view put here for you. Why won’t you open your mind? This is the truth, written for you. Why won’t you open your eyes? Put down your phone. You’re not alone. Why won’t you open your mind? Come on inside. The blind lead the blind. Open your eyes, this is the view, it was put here for you, so open your eyes. Why won’t you open your eyes? This is the view, put here for you. Open your mind, this is the truth, it was written for you, so open your eyes. Why won’t you open your mind? This is the truth, written for you. So open your eyes
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Pages 09:04
Ancient parchment, hand-written word Crumbling edges, handle with care The ink is faded, the vellum’s long dry A journey of words taking us back in time Waiting and lasting hoping the years will be kind Educated scholars share what they’ve learned With care and patience they copy the scriptures All you can hear once the ink pots are filled is the quiet scraping and scratching of quills He learned from the master of playing cards Then the idea came like a ray of light A revolution in printed word An idea that changed the world The spread of ideals the spread of ideas And idea that changed the world. Did he mean to change the world? Heaving wooden machine, lowered and raised He’s setting the type, to coin a phrase Quires, reams and bales devoured and changed into three-thousand, six-hundred pages a day Then clattering keys, the noise and speed As the ribbons fly the letters seem to breed The carriage returns, coming back for more Then charges again, an unstoppable force The power of words, the power of knowledge and dissemination Bibles and books, newspapers posters As libraries grow, mass education for the illiterate masses A revolution in printed word So now we gorge ourselves on letters on bright-lit screen And blog them out again for our like-minded friends to read Re-use, recycle, all disposable I’ve a machine in my hand a thousand times faster than the bombe that broke enigma’s code I could use it to read every book ever written But I use it to look at pictures of kittens and play mind-numbing, sweet-crushing games A revolution in printed word An idea that changed the world The spread of ideals the spread of ideas An idea that changed the world. Did he mean to change the world? An idea that could forever change the world
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Do you remember that time on the internet when that guy said that thing about your face and everybody lolled and thought that it was really cool? He said that you were Princess Strange Somewhere down the line it became your name and everybody called you it next day in school You’ve always been such a freak Not gonna lie, your personality is weak and that’s why it was right for us to call you out We were only trying to be kind when we told you you had to get a life There’s nothing that you need to get upset about It was just a joke. It was all okay She knew we didn’t mean it anyway I see you standing all alone in your socially unacceptable clothes and when I smiled you flew into a comic rage But Princess what you didn’t know is I used my phone to make a video and it’s uploading now to your hatebook page Vitriol bile and spite pounded into the keyboard All the sleepless nights and the tears it caused she couldn’t bring herself to go to school. She knew we didn’t mean it It was just some fun, what have we done didn’t she know that we didn’t mean it anyway? She took it all to heart, it’s torn her apart I thought she knew that we didn’t mean it anyway
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Open it up and look inside (now make your examination) Write your report, don’t leave out a single thing Is it what you expected, is it real (does it meet your expectation?) Are your preconceptions justified by what you see? When you strip away the propaganda (is the message clear?) Or is it screaming so loud that you can’t hear? In a better world, in another time (can you hear celestial singers?) This utopian dream can be fully realised There’s no pointing of fingers, no passing the blame (there’s no point in pointing fingers) Could we stand up and take the responsibility? I’ve got to (I’ve got to) x2 We’ve got to (We’ve got to) x2 Show love, love, love to everyone in creation Love, love, let go of fear and start to build relationship with you (I’ve got to break down barriers between you and me) They’ve told you I hate you, it isn’t so (can’t explain the disconnection) But it’s a cynical world, who’d love for me to get it wrong Can we fight this perception, let the truth shine through? (we oppose this misconception) This misrepresentation may sell newspapers galore but won’t spread love love, love to everyone in creation Love, love, let go of fear and start to build relationship with you (I’ve got to break down barriers between you and me) I’ve got aching eyes as I read the headlines I’m not sure why I still so surprised That’s not what he said, he’s quoted out of context Inflammatory remarks have made this like a contest Going round in circles is totally unhelpful Going round in circles is totally unhelpful Turn this around, turn this around There’s only one way we can turn this around Take a guy with a radical extreme view Raise him up high and put him on a pedestal Give him a platform from which to share his wisdom It’s not representative but it’s good television Going round in circles is totally unhelpful Going round in circles is totally unhelpful Turn this around, turn this around There’s only one way we can turn this around Turn this around, turn this around There’s only one way we can turn this around (Turn this all around my friend, please turn this all around) Everyday we see another one We never know when the blow is going to come Can I get a tee-shirt that says he’s not with me? I still love my brother, I just disagree. Viewing, reading, hearing, disseminating like a virus it spreads recording, sharing, linking downloading, it’s everywhere, constantly fed Picture, paper, bill hoarding, screen Speaker, tablet, smart phone, magazine Viewing, reading, hearing, disseminating like a virus it spreads recording, sharing, linking downloading, it’s everywhere, constantly fed Picture, paper, bill hoarding, screen Turn this around, turn this around There’s only one way we can turn this around Turn this around, turn this around There’s only one way we can turn this around Show love, love, love to everyone in creation Love, love, let go of fear and start to build relationship with you
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Ten thousand years Marking out time What will it see? As the years tick away? A pulse is beating deep in the heart of a mountain, measuring five kinds of time (10,000 years from now and you’re still here, you will outlast us all) Each time it chimes it plays a different melody, how many tunes/songs does it know? (10,000 years from now and you will never once repeat yourself) 10,000 years (10,000 years) Marking out time (as the years go by) What will it see? (10,000 years) as the years and the decades tick by Mechanical multi-millennial monument, hundreds of feet through the earth (500 foot tall architectural subterranean edifice) Pendulum, solar-synchronisation, making dynamical time (eighty-six thousand four hundred seconds charted every day) 10,000 years (10,000 years) Marking out time (as the years go by) What will it see (10,000 years) as the decades and centuries tick by I can’t imagine the future, but I know I’m part of a story Are we being good ancestors? Titanium pendulum Shielded by quartz class Sapphire cupola High molybdenum Stainless steel mechanism Ceramic ball-bearings 10,000 years (10,000 years) Marking out time (as the years go by) What will it see? (10,000 years) as the years tick away as the decades and centuries tick by as the years and the decades and centuries and millennia tick by
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The Mess 06:12
Small hand holding mine Small eyes looking up at me I see so much trust; I hope I deserve it I didn’t have to earn it Small nose is crusty again Our carpet is covered in pen I see your creations on the fridge and the wall And I love them all, every one, every one Don’t clear up the mess just yet It still feels like we’ve just met Right now I can say you’re mine But I know one day I’ll have to let you go There’s stickers in my pajamas There’s coco pocks (sic) inside my bed Swinging on the cupboard door ‘till it breaks off Always learning, every day, every day There’s pieces and bits on the chair and the floor And this wooden railway has been here before The dolls are all catching the train to the see While the mouse café’s serving hot cups of tea Bear and giraffe are still sat in their den We have to be quiet as they’re sleeping again Now let’s read a story with Kanga and Roo If I ask you nicely can I play too? Don’t grow up too soon, too fast Let your childhood linger, last For right now I can say you’re mine But I pray every day you’ll find someone who loves you as much as I do
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Derelict 21:28
Part 1 - Intrusion - (Et frangentes circa domos intrans) Danger, do not enter, he takes a picture and clambers past Rusty staircase holding tight to the hand-rail Prises ajar the fire escape Into the gloaming, rodents scuttle by unseen Grey concrete corridor with some trepidation The sound of water draws him deeper inside Broken and gone, still holding on But where’s the beauty that he came in here to find? Bright colours faded, 30 years of neglect Dust motes dancing in the shafts from high windows Footfalls echo through the vast empty space Urban explorer, camera in hand enjoys the melancholy reminiscence For a place he never knew Those halcyon days left decades behind calls from the past echo through the silence He’s not chasing a thrill as much as a feeling Broken and gone, still holding on Somehow more beautiful than when it was alive Broken and gone, still holding on Somehow more beautiful than when it was alive Broken and gone, still holding on Somehow more beautiful than when it was alive Broken and gone, still holding on Part 2 - The Way We Were Child of the 50s, indoor heated swimming pool With green plastic foliage hanging from the roof square viewing portals under the deep end the view from the windows across the bay, the families came “our true intent, for your delight” But now you’re broken beyond repair So long abandoned; must feel like no one cares You’ve lost your hope, you’ve lost your friends Now echoes of summers and children’s squeals fill your memories, haunt your dreams So passed the years of quiet neglect Chains and padlocks your only friend today Reborn in the 80s into the super-splash fun pool curved edges and rapids and water jets Glass-fibre formation of rocks round the jacuzzi Your flume tower could be seen from five miles away in your heyday Those spiralling tubes, red gold and blue Seems like you’re broken beyond repair so long abandoned, it must feel like no one cares You’ve lost your hope, you’ve lost your friends After a while the cracks showed through There’s not much more that they could do They closed your doors for the final time Chains and padlocks your only friend today (If you could peel away the new tiles and curved edges the original pool is still there underneath) Part 3 - Reflections Still full, green water, broken chairs and tables stare up from the oily depths Algae, graffiti, an authentic testimonial to a bygone age This building’s condemned because it’s an eyesore but when I look inside that’s not what I saw It’s beauty overwhelming, remnant of a grand design A strange sense of excitement as I walked inside. Footfalls drifting, cracked tiles shifting Rafters rusting, foliage dangling Windows smashed in, debris settling paintwork peeling, dust motes dancing Aquatic recreation; a monument in time A strange sense of enlightenment as I walked inside. Part 4 - The Best Is Yet To Come You can’t be broken beyond repair (it’s never too late) You can’t be broken beyond repair (why don’t you open your eyes) You can’t be broken beyond repair (i know you didn’t mean it) You can’t be broken beyond repair (love to everyone in creation) You can’t be broken beyond repair (it’s never too late) You made some bad choices but don’t despair It’s never too late to start again (why don’t you open your eyes) When we’ve been here 10,000 years bright shining as the sun We’ve no fewer days to turn the page and be amazed than when we first began

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Thank you for buying this, the first ever album by I Am The Manic Whale. The songs on it are all about finding the beauty in things that are often not considered beautiful and how this changes with the passage of time. The earliest material on this album was written over ten years ago, although it is only in the last year that we have pulled out the stops to finish this creation. We hope that you enjoy it.

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released December 6, 2015

Ben Hartley: drums/percussion/vocals
David Addis: guitars/vocals
John Murphy: keyboard/vocals
Michael Whiteman: bass/vocals/keyboards/guitars/drums
Ella Lloyd: flute

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We are a progressive rock band from Reading & London, UK. 3rd album out now.

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