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“That holy dream- that holy dream, While all the world were chiding, Hath cheered me as a lovely beam A lonely spirit guiding.” A Dream Edgar Allan Poe

Born out of years of thoughts and

despair, the music of A Dream of Poe built itself around the main carachter of this play – Miguel Santos – shaping both towar- ds an unseen future of musical sorrow. it’s creator’s soul and row for the lost Lenore. Since 2005 the Azore- coming out with so- Even though this is a an landscape has been, mething new. A small solo project, Miguel from time to time, sur- demo, with just three has been accompanied rounded by novel mu- tracks (one of wich was by some guest musi- sic from this solo pro- a cover from The Cure) cians who have hel- ject. Delirium Tremens was the hello ticket to a ped him to bring into was the first adventu- realm of doom. A new this reality and life the re into the unknown, EP is now presented musical poems he en- digging deeper into to you, entitled Sor- visions.,

Laudanum

Simple enough I dream for evermore felling the That will return I’m exhausted loneliness of Lenore Oh help me gentle wine to last Terrible noise one more night And vibration Teach me dear raven This heart is not mine Where the sun doesn’t burn Guide me back to light Vision is black So I can finally dream of a poison Tormented days That will return Keep this bottle laid before me Trembling hands Oh help me gentle wine to last Chanting ambary melodies Of shallow dirt one more night Of times that will never ever This heart is not mine come Seems so long. The devils are Guide me back to light Another drop of green luxury strong I’m drowning myself in lauda- The burden is bigger everyday Simple enough num and mercury Oh roses and poison… I’m exhausted How can I regret the life I’ve sold Terrible noise This winter day is so cold Drunk in desire now And vibration I may dream for evermore And long lost for you For a glance of the lost Lenore In the meadows of nightmares Vision is black Oh roses and poison Tormented days Trembling hands Fire deep the throat Of shallow dirt To sever the skin I’m drowning myself Seems so long the devils are strong Into another drop of despair The burden is bigger every day Music: Miguel Santos Cripples my heart, tears it apart Oh roses and poison Lyrics : Paulo Pacheco I’m not giving up Drunk in desire now Of dancing in the meadows of And long lost for you Recorded By: paradise In the meadows of a nightmare Paulo Pacheco – Vocals My words come filled with doom Oh roses and poison António Neves – Guitars in this candle light Spell – Guitars & Keyboards Now the cup is out of my sight Teach me dear raven André Gouveia – Bass Guitar Gone into the far and darkened Where the sun doesn’t burn David Melo – Drums gloom So I can finally dream of a poison, the Loss of the Lost Systems down But there’s silence in between I’m about to brake I’m opening…to you. The weirder the better But sorrow’s in Burn me for believing With whispers of ether Everything I knew. What’s hope in a world so dead? Give me your hand I am the escaped one, “Take the line And come taste the sadness After I was born Sever the wine Of ghosts They locked me up inside me Under a twisted fever mind Of shadows But I left. To see the loss of mankind” Of prisons without end My soul seeks me, Of death Through hills and valley, “There’s a ghost And lies I hope my soul It’s my gentle host Of bestiality without end Never finds me. With a twisted fever mind It’s the loss of mankind” Come if you can my darkest friend Shine trough the glass As above so below Oh mirrors of deception Here is my heart for you to throw In storms no one can see And I am here to rot with this I take a taste of inner sanity world Music by Miguel Santos Lyric: Paulo Pacheco Together…together…together now Last verse by Fernando Pessoa “I am the The loss of the lost escaped one” Forgotten shadows Systems down I travel through misery I’m opening…to you. Recorded by: To find only me But sorrow’s in Paulo Pacheco - Vocal Everything I knew. António Neves – Guitars We slept all our lives André Gouveia – Bass Guitar Miguel Santos – Keyboards & Vocal To awake amongst our past I made a mistake David Melo - Drums, gentle Whisper Fields of flowers I can hear You can continue crawling Crops of sorrow I can see you fading away Look behind that window Spreading fresh air I can almost hold you for a Whisper gently, whisper... To the ones of tomorrow moment Goodbye I may never grab you I may crawl Little one, free your mind I may fall Take me back to the sun Let the wind blow through I may tremble just for you Guide me through my skin Your weak soul I may cry Hold me like no one You can continue crawling I may lie Take me from within Look behind that window Stretch out your hand for me Whisper gently, whisper... Little one, free your mind That gentle and innocent look Let the wind blow through Little one, lose your hope Expressing the sadness Your weak soul Open up Involving that young soul You can continue crawling I won’t grab you Into the deepest madness Look behind that window Little one, lose your hope Whisper gently, whisper... Open up Little one, free your mind I won’t grab you Let the wind blow through Just keep on stretching your hand Your weak soul Recorded by: Paulo Pacheco – Vocal Original Music by Morbid Death António Neves – Guitars Original Lyric by Ricardo Santos Miguel Santos – Guitars & Keyboards Music changed by Miguel Santos André Gouveia – Guitar Lyric changed by Paulo Pacheco Gualter Honrado - Drums,

For my fallen Angel

As I draw up my breath, That won’t dry for many years. And silver fills my eyes. They won’t dry for you “Loves golden arrow I kiss her still, At her should have fled, For she will never rise. - Get away, don’t get away - And not Deaths ebon dart To strike her dead.” - Never rise for me - This shallow soul, this broken path is mine Love golden arrow On my weak body, My way, my time, my death, and As I drew up my breath Lays her dying hand. angels cry I kiss her still Through those meadows of Strike me now with the poison of To strike her death Heaven, your slumber On my weak body lays her dying Where we ran. This shallow soul, this broken hands On my weak body, where we ran path is mine Through those meadows of Dear beauty don’t wake up, sleep Heaven, Like a thief in the night, now Where we ran. The wind blows so light. Lets lay together in just one grave It wars with my tears, Why surrender? Recorded by: Paulo Pacheco – Vocal Original Music and Lyric by My António Neves – Guitars Dying Bride André Gouveia – Bass Guitar Music changed by Miguel Santos Miguel Santos – Keyboards Lyric changed by Paulo Pacheco David Melo - Drums, wisper of Osiris Dance in the dark for me And it grows and flows And call it by its name Glance gently the river to be free Down a stream of consciousness - This is not a goodbye - Seven years dying is not a lot The silent whisper of a friend When you are a whisper on an Who dies over and over again… Seven angels crying is not a lot open cut When you are a whisper of an - This is not a goodbye - open cut Two and three and all your simple Sever the parts as chaos I miss the ghost as it came by sympathy - Just destiny - Every night waving goodbye A box of fleshy memories… - This is not a goodbye - Join the pain The magic never quite seems My dearest gloom of destiny Ancient stones of old mysteries the same Join all this sweet insanity I see the door but there are no keys - Just Destiny - No voice in the muddy waters - This is not a goodbye - And it grows and flows To lift me up of these watery Hold it up high enough Down a stream of consciousness tragedies - Just Destiny - The silent whisper of a friend - This is not a goodbye- Who dies over and over again… Recorded by: Paulo Pacheco - Vocal António Neves – Guitars Miguel Santos – Guitars & Keyboards Music by Miguel Santos André Gouveia – Bass Guitar Lyric: Paulo Pacheco Gualter Honrado - Drums, I would like to thank the musicians who helped me recording this EP, António Neves – Guitars, André Gouveia – Bass guitar, David Melo and Gualter Honrado – Drums, and the greatest Paulo Pacheco for his vocal work and lyrics! To Elisabeth Ross who made a great artwork, to my loved one and my family for the support and their love through all those years. I shall not forget to thank Edgar Allan Poe himself, you died in this day so this work is for you, I pay homage to you! Shall you live, for evermore…]

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