Mudra

by Robert Graefe

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mindactuate Sehr cool! :) Total energetisch! Perfekt für Dezember! :D

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Very cool! :) Totally energetic! Perfect for December! :D Favorite track: Of Roots & Wings.
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lutz71 Hallo Robert, hast Du keine Lust, Deine Alben (in kleiner Auflage?) auf Tonträger zu bannen?
Auch die wirklich passenden und sehr ansprechenden Coverbilder Stelle ich mir auf einer 12''-Vinyl-Verpackung echt edel vor!
viele Grüße vom Folk-Grinde-Prog-Punk-Metaller ;-)
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1.
ANOTHER SETTING SUN HERE I STAND AGAIN I STAND EMPTY-HANDED BEREFT OF MEANING AND THE ALLEGED THIEF AIN‘T NO-ONE ELSE BUT ME SO I CHOOSE TO RUN AND ANY LIGHT I SEE THROUGH MY EYES TURNS TO BE ANOTHER SETTING SUN ALL THE NOTHINGNESS AIN‘T NOTHING BUT FEAR IT‘S INSANE I BREAK AND FALL AGAIN WILL NO-ONE BREAK MY FALL THEN? AS I POINT MY FINGER THE ONLY CULPRIT THAT I SEE AIN‘T NO-ONE ELSE BUT ME SO WHOM DO I RUN FROM? AND WHY DOES ANY LIGHT I SEE THROUGH MY EYES TURN TO BE ANOTHER SETTING SUN? ALL THE NOTHINGNESS AIN‘T NOTHING BUT FEAR IT‘S INSANE ALL THE PORTRAITS OF ME THAT VANITY STRIVES TO ARRANGE FAIL TO WHITEWASH THE TEARS I EXPOSE MYSELF TO THE ESTRANGED I NEED TOO RECOVER MYSELF RECOVER WHAT‘S BURIED IN ME ALL THE REASONS FOR ME TO IGNORE THAT ALL ALONG I DID IMPRISON MYSELF THEY ALL SEEM LIKE A CRUEL MYSTERY NOW AS I KEEP ON RECOVERING AND I EXTEND MY HAND TO THE SELF THAT IS REVEALED THE ONE IN CHARGE OF ME THERE‘S NO MORE NEED TO RUN FOR A LIGHT YET TO BE SEEN THROUGH MY EYES WON‘T REVEAL ANOTHER SETTING SUN FOR THE LONGEST TIME I COULD NOT SEE CLEAR IMPRISONED BY DESIGN THROUGH ALL OF THESE YEARS FIGURED THIS COMMON SENSE TO BE PART OF THE DEAL BUT THIS NOTHINGNESS IS NOTHING BUT FEAR IT‘S INSANE
2.
Horizons 05:24
HORIZONS I BELIEVE THAT WE COULD BE SO MUCH MORE I FIND MYSELF FACING A WALL MAINTAINING A PERSPECTIVE FROM WHERE IT SEEMS INSURMOUNTABLE TRUST I SENSE IN FRAILTY A SIGH THROUGH UNDRAWN CURTAINS THAT I HIDE BEHIND WILL I COME TO FIND HORIZONS FOR SOLACE TO BE GIVEN THE SAME OLD WORDS I HEAR AND SAY AN ENDLESS CONVERSATION PERPETUALLY WE STRIVE TO REMAIN THE MONOLOG GOES ON AND ON STILL DRAWN TO UNDRAWN CURTAINS THAT WE HIDE BEHIND WILL WE COME TO FIND HORIZONS FOR SOLACE TO BE GIVEN NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH AND NEVER WAS I NOTHING IS GOOD ENOUGH I BELIEVE THAT WE COULD BE SO MUCH MORE TELL ME PLEASE, WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR I BELIEVE THAT WE COULD BE SO MUCH MORE TELL ME PLEASE, WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR I BELIEVE THAT WE COULD BE SO MUCH MORE TELL ME PLEASE, WHAT ARE WE WAITING FOR
3.
OF ROOTS & WINGS A NEW DAY‘S DAWN SHATTERS NOCTURNAL SHADES THE BLACK CANVAS TURNS INTO A PASTEL COLORED SKY AN UNSEEN HORIZON IS SHINING THROUGH THE HAZE I GRAVITATE TOWARDS THAT VIEW UNFOLDING LIGHT THESE ROOTS STILL TEND TO HOLD ME DOWN I NEED THESE WINGS TO CARRY ME AWAY I‘M LOST IN WAITING TO BE FOUND IN SEARCHES I REMAIN IF ONLY I WOULD KNOW THE BRIDGES THAT SHOULD BURN TO BUILD UP NEW ONES I GUESS I‘LL NEVER KNOW UNLESS I START TO GO GO, BUILD MY OWN HOME A COMPROMISE OF ROOTS AND WINGS THE AGING DAY IS GROWING GREY AND OLD AND FINALLY GIVES WAY TO ANOTHER SETTING SUN AN UNSEEN HORIZON IS TURNING DARK AND COLD SILENCE COMES THROUGH AS A PROPHET OF A STORM I NEED THESE ROOTS TO HOLD ME NOW THESE WINGS STILL TEND TO CARRY ME ASTRAY I‘M LOST IN WAITING TO BE FOUND IN SEARCHES I REMAIN IF ONLY I WOULD KNOW THE BRIDGES THAT SHOULD BURN TO BUILD UP NEW ONES I GUESS I‘LL NEVER KNOW UNLESS I START TO GO GO, BUILD MY OWN HOME A COMPROMISE OF ROOTS AND WINGS I NEED SOME ROOTS TO HOLD ME DOWN NEED SOME WINGS TO CARRY ME ASTRAY LOST IN WAITING TO BE FOUND IN SEARCHES I REMAIN IF ONLY I WOULD KNOW THE BRIDGES THAT SHOULD BURN TO BUILD UP NEW ONES I GUESS I‘LL NEVER KNOW UNLESS I START TO GO GO, BUILD MY OWN HOME A COMPROMISE OF ROOTS AND WINGS
4.
A REWRITTEN CHAPTER COLD IS YOUR SKIN NUMB ARE YOUR HANDS A GUN IS POINTING AT YOUR TEMPLE WHEN DID YOU BEGIN TO THINK OF THE END? WHEN DID YOU DECIDE TO FALL? FINGERS WRAPPED AROUND THE TRIGGER REFLECTING ON WHAT YOU‘VE BEEN THROUGH HOW COULD YOU COME TO FIND A REASON TO PULL FATE WAS ALWAYS TAKING TOLLS ON YOU CRAVING FOR BOUNDLESS CONTROL OVER YOU OLD HAVE YOU GROWN BEYOND YOUR YEARS EVERY ATTEMPT JUST SEEMED TO FAIL NEVER YOU‘VE SHOWN SOMETHING LIKE TEARS WHY COULDN‘T YOU FORGIVE YOURSELF? FATE WAS ALWAYS TAKING TOLLS ON YOU CRAVING FOR BOUNDLESS CONTROL OVER YOU YOU DID CONVICT YOURSELF OF FATE REST IN PEACE WE‘LL FORGIVE SOMEDAY AND THE WORST PART OF THE FEELINGS THAT YOU NEVER GONNA SHOW THE WORST PART OF THESE FEELINGS IS THAT YOU CAN‘T BEAR THEM UNLESS YOU HOLD THEM IN THE WORST PART OF THESE FEELINGS IS THAT YOU CAN‘T BEAR THEM UNLESS YOU HOLD THEM IN INSIDE OF YOU
5.
Pluviophile 03:52
(Instrumental)
6.
Parasites 04:12
PARASITES MUTE THESE VOICES DRAINING YOUR SOUL MUTE THESE VOICES NOW THEY PROMISED YOU THE WORLD AND MORE GRANT EVERY WHISH YOU‘RE LONGING FOR BEHIND THIS MASK OF SYMPATHY YOU WILL FIND WOLVES BARING THEIR TEETH THEY FEED YOUR APPETITE SWALLOW THE BAIT SO BLIND UNTIL YOU CHOKE FROM LIES FAT ENOUGH FOR THE FEAST MUTE THESE VOICES DRAINING YOUR SOUL MUTE THESE VOICES NOW THE VULTURES CIRCLE ABOVE YOUR HEAD GRIN EAGERLY TO SEE YOU DEAD ALL THESE LIES THAT YOU BELIEVED ARE PRODUCTS OF YOUR OWN GREED THEY FEED YOUR APPETITE SWALLOW THE BAIT SO BLIND UNTIL YOU CHOKE FROM LIES FAT ENOUGH FOR THE FEAST MUTE THESE VOICES DRAINING YOUR SOUL MUTE THESE VOICES NOW ALL THESE DEMONS IN MY LIFE ALL THESE LURKING PARASITES MUTE THESE VOICES DRAINING YOUR SOUL MUTE THESE VOICES NOW
7.
Elegy 03:12
ELEGY WORN-OUT PHRASES TRY TO KEEP MY HEAD ABOVE THE WATER DISTANT VOICES DROWNING IN THE SILENCE OF MY WORLD LIFE AND DEATH GO HAND IN HAND EVERYBODY KNOWS AND EVERYTHING IS MEANT TO GO AND THOUGH I LONG TO FEEL THE KISS OF YOUR BREATH CARESSING MY NECK YOU‘LL BE GONE FOREVER ALL THESE COLORS ALL OF THEM ARE DRESSED IN GREY SINCE YOU LEFT AND ALL THESE STORIES FORGOTTEN BEFORE WE COULD KNOW OF THEM LIFE AND DEATH GO HAND IN HAND EVERYBODY KNOWS AND EVERYTHING IS MEANT TO GO AND THOUGH I LONG TO FEEL THE KISS OF YOUR BREATH CARESSING MY NECK YOU‘LL BE GONE FOREVER STILL
8.
The Void 03:26
THE VOID I HAD MY LAST REAL-LIFE CONVERSATION BACK IN MY INFANCY AND YOU MIGHT CALL THIS EXAGGERATION BUT THAT‘S HOW IT FEELS WE PRAISE IT MODERN COMMUNICATION FACE WHAT IT REALLY IS A PROCESS OF ISOLATION IN ITS INFANCY AND THIS CHILD WILL GROW UNTIL IT SPITS ON OUR HEADS WE WILL DROWN MAYBE NOT IN SPITTLE BUT SURE IN REGRETS ‘CAUSE OF EVERYTIME WHEN WE MISSED NOT TO LOG INTO THE VOID INTO THE VOID THERE GROWS AN ALREADY LOST GENERATION FEEDING ITSELF WITH POSTS AND TWEETS GROWING FAT FROM DUMB-ASS QUOTATIONS HUNGER FOR MORE THEY BREED AND THIS FUCKED UP BLIND ELATION THEY IMBIBE FROM THEIR INFANCY I KNOW I‘M PART OF THIS WHOHLE CONSTELLATION BUT I REFUSE TO BREED ‘CAUSE THIS CHILD WILL GROW UNTIL IT SPITS ON OUR HEADS WE WILL DROWN MAYBE NOT IN SPITTLE BUT SURE IN REGRETS ‘CAUSE OF EVERYTIME WHEN WE MISSED NOT TO LOG INTO THE VOID INTO THE VOID
9.
NOCTURNAL SHADES ALL ALONG THERE HAS BEEN THIS VOID ROAMING MY CHEST A CONCEALED SPAWN FROM THE PAST THAT NEVER LET ME REST I‘M DIGGING FOR A NAME TO SAVOUR THE DISTANCE OF WORDS FROM WHAT THEY CLING TO AN URGE TO CUT THROUGH THE STITCHES OF OLD FORGOTTEN WOUNDS A CHOIR OF MUTE SIRENS STILL UPHOLDS THE WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN I WITHHOLD AN ECHOING SILENCE DEAFENS ALL FOR VEILS TO BE WOVEN THAT ENFOLD MY HOPE MY IDEA OF CONTENT WAS BORN FROM EMPTINESS CENTERED IN THIS INBALANCE I HOPE TO FIND BLISS STILL DIGGING FOR A NAME TO STARVE ON THE DISTANCE OF WORDS FROM WHAT THEY CLING TO WHILE FEEDING ON A CLONE OF CONTROL A PARODY, THOUGH A CHOIR OF MUTE SIRENS STILL UPHOLDS THE WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN I WITHHOLD AN ECHOING SILENCE DEAFENS ALL FOR VEILS TO BE WOVEN THAT ENFOLD MY HOPE I STRIVE TO BECOME ONE WITH OBLIVION I STRIVE TO BECOME ONE WITH OBLIVION A CHOIR OF MUTE SIRENS STILL UPHOLDS THE WORDS LEFT UNSPOKEN I WITHHOLD AN ECHOING SILENCE DEAFENS ALL FOR VEILS TO BE WOVEN THAT ENFOLD MY HOPE
10.
(Instrumental)

about

Robert Graefe is known for his percussive acoustic guitar style combined with versatile vocals. On his new album Mudra he fuses the acoustic sound of his live performances with a traditional rock band armory including bass and electric guitar. Due to that the songs even extend the broad range of genres they cover anyways while still preserving a strong sense of affiliation.
Lyrically, the album adresses the beauty of obtaining freedom by making oneself accountable for decisions that are made. So sit back and enjoy you journey through a rich landscape of musical compositions, sound and blooming ideas.

Mudra: A symbolic hand position used in meditation.

Robert: "The title Mudra metaphorically comprises the music on the album. To me, music in general - and playing the guitar in particular - has always been a kind of meditation. A self-therapy even. On this album I wanted to let the listener in on what my idea of the songs is beyond the acoustic line-up that I can offer live as a single performer. And it definitely worked out.
Being in charge of the creative part as well as the recording and mixing, I often become a huge critic regarding my music. That is why I am so proud of Mudra: I am simply more than satisfied with what I have created here."

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released September 28, 2018

Music & Words by Robert Graefe.
Vocals, Acoustic Guitar and additional Instruments by Robert Graefe.
Recording & Mix by Robert Graefe.
Mastering by PhilippSchwetschenau.
Artwork & Desgin by Franziska Spiller, Robert Graefe.

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