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Self​-​portrait at 24

by Zanzinger

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1.
I woke to see my face today In a way I made the mirror break I glanced at my days to come In a scar I dug their grave So wake me when those days are done With something worth working on Wake me with a kind of love All covered in fume and steam A lizard grows in you and me He’ll burst in where I end He‘ll find the slit where you begin So hold me tight and in our bond We’ll squeeze the breath out of the thorn And together we’ll be left alone There’s a kind of love in your heart As I picture you leaving it leaves a mark On the rug Once a harvester of love in need You’re better off by leaving me As seeds will grow and so will I This time you should give in to fear Still you hold me in a loved regard Admiring the wounds you got You hold me with a kind of love As if I never hurt you, dear So long you chose to believe Tales turn true only if you want I know it’s a shallow relief So call me lover instead of love And leave me lover by the dawn Leave me with a kind of love There’s a kind of love in your heart As I picture you leaving it leaves a mark On the rug
2.
It’s time for you to figure out A place to be your leading light Where you’ll be home When a road has nowhere to go There you’ll have a sip of wine Don’t be afraid when you find Yourself alone On a road with nowhere to go In there you’ll flip a dime And cry your eyes out As it falls I guess these roads will keep on Turning you down And fuck you up Heads you live and tails you die Kiss her cheeks and not her mouth Don’t forget this Ides of March You only sweat from a ray of light On a road with nowhere to go
3.
Flown 03:38
As desire turns a slow burn I fake to fly and to a turn Yet I grow a visceral faith The hour is late Make no mistake Or else you’ll get burnt As desire turns a slow burn I take that flight and I take that turn Yet I lose that hungry feel Turning love Into appeal So I don’t get burnt As desire turns a slow burn I miss that flight and I miss my turn Yet I have you in my sleep Lacking love And appeal And so I got burnt
4.
Wild Buzzard 03:29
Oh Love Wild buzzard I know it’s a late one but take this kiss with you For I am so blue and turned on like no other There’s this fear of being late That makes you seem so far As you were a million miles away Oh Love Wild buzzard I ran out of timber and the cold makes me wonder If I’m really so lone and out of hope as no other There’s this fear of my tunes That makes you seem so far As you were a million miles away Oh Love Wild buzzard I know it’s a late one but take this love with you For I am so filled with tar and regrets as no other There’s this fear of being used That makes you seem so far As you were a million miles away

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released November 18, 2016

music and words by Daniel Misota
sound engineering, mixing & mastering by András Upor
artwork photo by Emese Sandor

special thanks to Klára Zalán, Balázs Eckhardt, Marcell Marton and Ádám Vadász

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Zanzinger Budapest, Hungary

Budapest-based singer-songwriter Daniel Micsoda dealing with the tough side of being human.

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