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The Book Of Magic Spells Part I (Album, 2017)

by Mr. Fernandez & Sound

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Revelation 13: “And I stood upon the sand of the sea and saw a beast, Rise up, out of the water, Having seven heads and seven horns upon his seven heads...”
2.
Oh My Baby Baby lately You’re so free Protests on the street the air goes like a rocket And in the reign of clowns Hear the planes a dropping Oh oh oh, no Higher than the seventh son Sliding down the rainbows Trekking up the railroads We’ll be dying all week Just to barely profit Oh my baby Baby lately You’ve been free We’ll be trying all week Just to barely stop it Need a sign or the time ‘Cause the news gets rottin’ Yeah yeah yeah Convoluted pay rolls Barely plug the A homes You’ll be trying all week Just to barely drop it Higher than the seventh son Remember we’re a hired gun Oh my baby (x3) (You seem free) (Tell me what you need) Baby you get free, You’re so free
3.
I met you at the bridge You took our hands through time We taught for a while In the sands And made those special plans of mine She said Godspeed In a world full of greed All I want is to be here, with you She said Godspeed We’ll find what we need, here All I want is to be here, with you She said Godspeed She said go at speed... Don’t hang around We’d be hearing the same old voices, I’m, Here-in-the-sounds I’ve been making my best weird choices & um... She said Godspeed We’ll find what we need here All I want I want is to be here, with you She said Godspeed In a world full of greed, heed I’m here For where would I go, with nobody at all? Who would I know? Where in the world, with no body at all? Who is to know? How would I know? She said “Who here’s to know... Who here’s to know? Nobody but you.”
4.
The sun hits the ground that's when I feel I can remember Those rainy days in September pass over The mountain of work in December To lay low in the swamps of the Thames Delta Amongst the newts and eels Curled up with a left eye At the back end of a cold winter The buds soak up the moisture And the fauna set to work Life perk I’m in season for my exchange of posture - Stretch out yawn at the beginning of a new play Procreate with it all here in May And bask in this feeling of fresh Saturday eve I hope you feel this way If you Stay... Here's what we’re gonna do now Here's what we’re gonna do now Fall in love again I think its time again The path stored in my heart again The fairies snakes and aligators beginning their flower dance, Spinning in an ethereal position, nothing is left to chance The bees join in they’re feeling lonely from the war, The ice and winds this year shook their tiny cores Inner-energies, they speak to each other... And as the mist clears and the particles settle I’m on the phone to my mother Biting an apple, putting on the kettle Brewing camomile and nettle, In a parrallel union with the forest, Honey, I digress, yet, from conversation I heard words most honest; ‘It came back around again like its source said it would It healed and disciplined and sealed all those who it said it would’ Alright nice one, later potater, I'd love to talk greater but This talk is no longer in my nature I look out the window and feel the touch of my girl The sun appears atop the trees The evening begins well I am all I see, hear and smell Here's what we’re gonna do now Here's what we’re gonna do now Fall in love again I think its time again The past stored in my heart again We'll fall in love We fall in love
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Our love grows more feeling Our love grows so strong, It just keeps you from feeling That you cant carry on, Through the vibration mirror
6.
Lift the details from your waves Sow the light, that grows inside Lift the details from your waves Soar the light that grows inside, That grows inside
7.
I am the obsolete, complete I am, an empty carcass De-penetrative House of style A complete misfit Of ancient civilisation I am, the God-communicator Sabotaging The House Of Style This is a celebration of style Celebration A light Pinot Grigio A Fortnum and Mason, Pomerol I am the obsolete complete The beauty Of the poor girls dreams achieved The victory Of the rosy cheeked beauty Member Achieved! This is a celebration of style! Dial Celebration I am exceeding In the house of style Sabotaging The penetrative Celebration Of The House Of Style The obsolete complete The empty carcass Of human light travel The space age monkey Siphoning the prestigious Prestige Of the inequities, of The political silencers In The House Of Style The beauty of the poor girls dreams, achieved. The House of Style The House of Style The House of Style House of Style
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Do You? 03:53
Your heart, so true When I cant get to you I hit the floor I am more, than dancing We get high We go whole Your fingers touch to hold, Do they feel I’m more Than cold - Than freezing? In its blinding Stay close to me now You are in its Blinding Your heart so pure, Tell me can I be sure? Assure that You’re more In amore In my feelings We’re so high In our low Light streams through the door Do they feel are hearts Are honed, And beating? Yeah In its blinding Stay close to me now Baby We’re in its blinding You are in its blinding soul Your heart, is so true In everything you do I hit the floor To be more Than dancing We climb high We grow low Your fingers cut so slow Do they feel I’m more and more, Appealing? Yeah We’re in its blinding ‘Cause you’re blinding We’re in its blinding You are in its blinding Magnificats Couldron Your heart, your heart, So true, so true Your heart
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Meow
10.
You only love to make music But I have to because it saves my souls I don’t believe you write music But I have to if im to save my soul You only choose to write blues songs You Goddamn right, you’re in my fathers home Under the sun a bright morning By early nightfall, we’ll teach the moon to glow For how would I know Where she would go, anyway Who would I be if she could see No one but me How would I play if she don’t stay in my mind today How would I grow If she don’t sow only words to say You only love to make music But I have to because it saves my soul Under the sun a bright morning You God damn right, Cause I’m a mothers soul I don’t believe you white people But I’ll have to, if I’m to sell my wares You only love to write blues songs, You God damn right, for the one-hundredth time! For how would I know Where she would grow any soul? Who could I see if she could be no one but me How would I pay If she don’t stay in my heart to say Who would I know, If I don’t grow only words to say What have you done today? Show me where your heart is, now... There’s a mentality and its between you and me and its strong, I ain’t got a reason to head off and go wrong, And if you’d only wait until the end of the song you’d belong In the distant vision like at the end of a quest Where all the heroes return home like guests, You’re my princess the one who’s been far more than blessed in the west, Play the light test then remain in your only wisdom, Give them no excuse to fight me, System wont take the threats lightly, Rightly so, I ain’t no silver boy to bud you more gold, I am the hold, On the phone for the revolution, here’s a new solution: Fan it, draw all your energy in, I’ll tin-pan it, Opening Denmark Street to ghost planet, Play my heroes more dead tunes than skinned rabbits We only love to make music
11.
I held a hey In my way, In my art for you I held your day in my mind, I, I held a hey in my day In my heart for you I held your ways in my minds Eye I leap from deep psychic sleep Meeting up with you Exploring life with a cry Wild! Take me to the centre of our love Take me to the centre of our love The heat of rising waves will hold us up Growing ever closer to the sun I place the Face, Made from grace, Co-designed for you Upon the face with no eyes, why? I make the Key, Lonely me Not enough for you? Its door of bones will now show Home I host the ghost with the most Time will honour you Don’t become slaves to your past, har! Take me to the centre of our love Take me to the centre of your love Growing ever closer to the sun And now we are as one, We’ll come undone!
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I’m trying to get to the other side I’m trying to through to the other side
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To Be 04:16
When I go to a place where nobody thinks I love We go to a place where nobody thinks we love You make demands but I always seek A bit of relief, The floorboards creak and I wonder Then take a wander for a bit of relief Ive had romance in my heart since five My hands are tied Im dead for alive And I wonder If you’ll wander for a bit of relief to me When I go to a place where nobody thinks I love We go to a place where nobody thinks we love ‘Cause everybody who hates you wants to talk all day And everybody who loves you lets you go your own way I tend to stray You speak so calm and often with cheek A bedroom thief, a casual grief, When I flounder You were the founder for my bit of belief I’ll start my work at a quarter past seis Tired of this place, topping up my grace While I wonder How long will it be till your lips find my taste To be ‘Cause when everybody who hates you wants to talk all day And when everybody who loves you Lets you go your own way I tend to stray

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Recorded & mixed in a shed at the bottom of a garden.
Inspired by God, the faeries, the wind & its demons.
Mastered by doctormix.com with additional mastering by Fernandez.

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released December 25, 2017

Music and lyrics: J.M.C.D. Fernandez
Drums: Arturs Reirs. Elian Dalmasso, Fernandez
Backing Vocals: Ruth Corey, Natalya Afrodite Muza, Agata Kaczorowska, Marie Da Silva
12 String Guitar on 'Here' played by Texas Bob Juarez
Additional Synthesizer on 'House Of Style' by Agata Kaczorwska
Recorded by J.M.C.D. Fernandez

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