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Hard Magic

by totemo

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bobjohn
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bobjohn A fine piece of music, I admire the simplicity of it although the work behind it must be significant. There are a lot of small things that you can hear even after listening a track many times, this is some accurate and creative musical creation Favorite track: Human Being.
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electricfusion I didn´t discover the beauty of "Scholarships" until i'd played the CD for the x-time.And then i got hooked.A great example of simplicity ,playfulness and inventiveness.
One of a kind IMO. Favorite track: Scholarships.
Elad Tsur
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Elad Tsur Years of working on an album yields beautiful things like this one. Great combination of softness and electronic that literally speaks to your heart. Favorite track: This Is What You All Came For.
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1.
broke it up after heart lab the archives can still be found down town be not afraid, be notified come on this hayride a time to kill and time to heal time to leave this town for real here comes my piece of mind I had to ask, my head is light come on this just might fly a time to kill and time to heal I was burning every clue you would too, if you knew mmm aching sure there's nothing lonelier than a migraine in new york the sun is shining like a promise here comes your cure here comes my piece of mind these are guilty times, I let it go I had to ask, my head is light come on this just might fly it's hard to land, I understand but any answer you think you had threw us all back in time take the tour there's nothing lonelier than to make believe in new york but the sun is shining so I smile right back then close my eyes: here it comes, the end of times
2.
the street lights are signs for the pedestrians: the clock is ticking and you're sung clock-wise life is short you can't buy time hurry along in constant flux like resonance transition is the natural move the stable state's dynamic I broke a machine that predicts everything everything's perfect go long, go long, go long secret particles between you and me they're just like us when we reach out to touch in pitch dark we are also blind but guided by the underground in constant flux like resonance every time we're looking back a stream of thoughts dies I broke a machine that predicts everything everything's perfect come close, come close, come closer immerse in the joys of being anything at all
3.
this is the west end avenue, welcomes you a race track for little new gods paving their way through the middle east of my mind please stop, stop talking don't block the box please stop, stop moving don't box the block, don't bleed too much in the middle of the race two ants decided to stop thinking it can't really be so far away and certainly not far gone. I want to live the kind of life you could write about effortlessly leaking out my second hand heart be kind and leaf me away raise your head and under stand on your hands just say the word become a fear inside my head, and peek. stay where you are, we'll hide and seek.
4.
Dear Sir 03:32
where did you forget the definition to my life there's no rain, I'm giving up come, state your state, claim power over me and if we play controlling games and I'm on top we know it's just pretend we're never equal, that's why I think about you all day here comes the night physics hard, friction's good cure for open wounds
5.
Untitled 04:42
(by W.H Auden) deep in my dark the dream shines yes, of you, you dear always; my cause to cry, cold but my story still, still my music. mild rose the moon, moving through our naked nights: tonight in rains; black umbrellas blossom out; gone the gold, my golden ball. heavy these hands, I believed that pleased pause, your pause was me to love alone till life's end: I thought this; this was not true. you touched, you took. tears fall. o fair my far, when far ago like waterwheels wishes spun radiant robes: but the robes tore.
6.
Human Being 03:06
“it's not about the vision it's an image, and it’s like having a boat” beautiful and cold and you cried back at them until there was nothing left to pour even though you're mild and soft your mouth was dry and you could never say what you had to say so you just said: “it's not about the vision it's about distributing the vision it's an image, and it's like having a boat.” how can I be when you keep following me it's not about me when you keep trying me out why can't it be pleased with the sheer force of human being what could I mean when you keep undermining me how can I be light when you keep me in a black jar
7.
Covers 02:41
all I’ve got left is covers all I understand nothing’s changed still in whispers still with patterns an instant message blocked you’re blocked when nothing meant a thing I wish nothing meant a thing to me too do you think I win? do you think that I wanted to win? let’s end this song with a song
8.
it starts: we're the same kind, both tagged deep in parallel search, parallel speech, but now your only exercise is to sleep around and around and around and your duty calls - you must fall in love it starts again with: something holding a guitar, having dropped a jaw in style, timed out, it gets old you're high on descending, high on trauma. but when you say you don't want me in every single cell, every evil thought I ever had about myself comes true taking U-turns inside, I hang on tight to my confabulated visions I choose to see myself on your bed, on your street, cut the outside of your door I can't read the signs my machine does magic but when the metaphor dies is where you're still alive
9.
Scholarships 04:32
some scholarships to pretend we're running away can you hear our footsteps down down the drain I stopped doing anything I love and in return I get free runs around the playground the ground is mine and we sink relationships streams borrowing time and losing breath, we run strings bowing aligned and losing breath, we run brothers in arms, we are brothers in wine in vein I call it mine listen to me while I try and we sink boarding to a fellowship to pretend I'm hearing it too can you? our dreams evacuate themselves
10.
look at lily, she’s so pretty we can agree on that whisper in my ear it’s snowing white noise on me I look up - it’s definitely there you were the choir but you didn’t seem to like it though I begged you knew I’ll be easy to move because I’m a part of this body that everyone has a part of I drew a flower for you you were the choir but you didn’t seem to like it though I begged used to call you like you knew give me your hand, I’ll drown myself with it
11.
every thought that I chose brought me to the ground that can't be right I'm almost living it up and every day I see my future I sailed across the ocean just to be able to wave still never hold myself to the only boy I can mend sentence, lose meaning I will neglect it till it does it's okay – you never gave me your word and every day I’ll see my future still never hold myself to my own god damn command may these times, that I chose bring me to the ground by making the same mistake twice forcing me to see my future to kill all the patterns in the world and to never hate myself we now know I could break

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Debut album released May 2012

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released May 24, 2012

All songs written, arranged, performed and produced by Rotem Or, with the exceptions:
Nadav Ravid - musical production of “Covers”
Shy Kedmi - strings arrangements for “Human Being”
Eyal Freedman - claps on “This Is What You All Came For”
Elia Shenberger - bass guitar on “A Little Bird In Your Ear”
Noam Lucas - backing vocals on “Dear Sir”
Lyrics of “Untitled” - by W.H Auden
Some Lyrics on “Secret Particles” are inspired by Benny Shanon’s
“A Psychological Theory of Consciousness”

Mixed by Rotem Or
Except for “Covers”, mixed by Nadav Ravid
Mastered by April Golden @ Golden Mastering
Cover art: Shany Kedar

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Tel-Aviv-based singer / producer

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