Eve is weeping in morning gloss
Searching for feelings or stones to toss
The treetop doesn't let she see the sky light
She's trapped inside this boring paradise
The need of breathing new and fresh air
Is driving her mad while she wonders what's fair
and in her climb, ten thousand years go by
As a hissing sound invites her to try
Stop to witness the ruin, the missiles
The sky is burning thanks to you babe
Forget about right or wrong
Just remember where you belong
Searing clouds are about to storm
Make up your mind we ain’t got all day
I can’t live with this doubt in my heart
Woman, why won’t you let it go?
Dazed by thunder with a star in her eyes
She looks to the ground after seeking the skies
A beautiful seedling sprouts from her last tear
and a smile she gives in understanding the fear
Dropping apples like bombs she divided the world
Tried to hear those sounds never heard
Now the sin of all, nothing will reveal the pain
and the world will never be the same
credits
from Rapture,
released March 20, 2019
Bass by Lucas Guida
Drums by Hugo Moutinho
Conception by Ricardo Marlière
Electric Guitar by Ricardo Marlière
Lyrics by Ricardo Marlière e JP Vieira
Percussion by Álvaro Moutinho
Electric Piano Luiz Andrès
12 String Guitar by Luiz Andrès e Ricardo Marlière
Acoustic Guitar by Ricardo Marlière
Vocals by JP Vieira
Backing Vocals by Lorena Fernandes
Organ by Luiz Andrès
supported by 29 fans who also own “Eve's Dropping Apples”
This band can do no wrong in my opinion. Saw them preform Morning Song live with special guest guitarist Ben McLeod! Excellent musicians at work here. Michael Soful
supported by 27 fans who also own “Eve's Dropping Apples”
Excellent heavy rock with snarling blues vocals over thick riffs. Guitars sound huge and tones are all over the place splattering truth everywhere. Jono Schneider
supported by 25 fans who also own “Eve's Dropping Apples”
These ratbastards kept it simple and friendly, playing blues and boogie for folks who just wanted to down their likker and smoke their bongs to the sound of some good-time rock’n’roll. Unlike, say, Sweet, the guys in Gods and Punks needn’t look back at old photos of themselves in glittering silver crotch-high platform boots and say, “What was I thinking? I look like a total git! Old Man Doom