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by Cepheid Flux

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A sudden desire in me to return to writing guitar-driven pop songs.

[Lyrics included with each track. Just click the 'lyrics' button. Ya, you got it, that's the one! You're a champ!]

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released February 2, 2017

Mario Lombardi: vocals, guitars, electric bass, synthesizers, drum machine, composition, lyrics, photograph
Lucy Eckerlin: model in photograph

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Cepheid Flux Montréal, Québec

Cepheid Flux is the electronica project of Mario Lombardi. Mario is presently studying classical composition at McGill University in Montreal, QC and composes art music, jazz, electro-acoustic, rock, electronica and ambient music. Mario plays tenor saxophone, guitar and electric bass, and is currently working with Montreal experimental surf rock band, The Artsy Chicks. ... more

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Track Name: Window Sill
-Window Sill-

[Verse #1]
Dreams,
She walks among the clouds
Exhales from lungs, bright haze
Her muse, I drink like wine
Breathe,
Her love just for a day
Sweet mind, it fills with rays
Her beauty flows like water.

[Chorus]
Lover’s spit, drowning
Lover’s eyes, melting
Lover’s laugh, touching
Lover’s dream, crying

[Verse #2]
Wake,
I sleep to meet you there
Majesty of her gaze
In dreams I drink your wine
Warm,
The sun kisses her skin
Sweet lips, tobacco scent
Her mind lights the night sky

[Chorus] x2
Lover’s spit, drowning
Lover’s eyes, melting
Lover’s laugh, touching
Lover’s dream, crying

[Interlude]

[Chorus]
Lover’s spit, drowning
Lover’s eyes, melting
Lover’s laugh, touching
Lover’s dream, crying
Lover’s hand, kissing
Lover’s smile, dying
Lover’s moan, healing
Love’s soul, breathing
Track Name: Lucid Reality
Now everyday is falling.
Please come back, it’s hard to sleep.
I don’t know what’s real, take me down, just for a while.
And she’s just like a window,
And I’m like a frozen seed.
When I hear her voice, yeah, she’ll take me for a ride.

In dreams I see her walking.
Not so fast, it’s hard to feel.
Will you wait when I lose my way along the tide?
And everyday is hollow,
‘Cept when she says, “hold my hand.”
Suicide is gone, yeah, quick let’s go for a ride.