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T H E P O R T R A I T

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M O D E L I N P I E C E S

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W I L L Y O U W A K E U P T O D A Y ?

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T H E P O R T R A I T

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Stuck in memoriesTime will take you downStuck in timeMemories will tear you down

You have been feedingSecret devicesLittle machineries

Made of breathing bonesAnd memory tricks

Oh falling dusk Will you wake up today?

Oh falling duskWill they live or will they fade?

Suddenly, a naked body appeared inside the portraitHis skin was coal-dark as the stones under his feetA reddish sunflower flourishing in the place of his head

Step by step, the thing came towards meAnd stood close and still - like a dead rockThen a voice from the inner deep of the portrait spoke and said:

You will not rise from the ashes of the bodies you have burnedYou will not rise

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The model was perfect, ready to sellExcept for one secret, nobody would tell

The perfect proportions, painted in the skySomeone's master piece, they call it mine

A model in pieces, I won't build it upIt's so sadly perfect, for me not enough

No order was made, someone rang the bellA piece of TV came out of the shell

Its commonplaceness, made by ego shineI'll now break the box, don't call it fragile

A model in pieces, I won't build it upIt's so sadly perfect, for me not enough

I'll wait, I'll waitI'll wait, I'll wait

I'll wait till tonightI'll wait till tomorrowI'll wait till the nightI'll wait till tomorrow

I won't be sorrowI won't feel sorrow I won't be sorrowI won't feel sorrow

Wake, backA deep breath

At the end of that nightStill images in my sightMy reminders of youSome days welcome into

May I teach my own fearsMove outside my frontiersWill they take over me And insist I can't be

In the clock of my mindLost the track of the timeAnd my deep memoriesFeed my head's mysteries

It's so early but late I push hardly my breakI push hardly my breakI push hardly my break

Wake me up, push me backStill I wait, a deep breath

Wake me up, push me backIf you'll late, I'll be dead

Dusk at the Mansion are David Costa (drums), Leihla Pinho (cello) and Ricardo Mestre (vocals, keyboard and laptop).

Recorded between 2011 and 2012 at David’s and Ricardo’s places, Golden Pony Studio and Ricco Vitali’s studio – Lisbon, Portugal.

Written, performed and programmed by David Costa, Leihla Pinho andRicardo Mestre.

Mixed and mastered by Ricco Vitali.

Artwork and design by Ricardo Mestre.

Dusk at the Mansion would like to thank all their friends, family and lovers.

This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 3.0 Unported License.

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Dusk at the Mansion c 2012

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