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

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Track Name: A Kind of Love
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
Track Name: Self-portrait at 24
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
Track Name: Flown
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
Track Name: Wild Buzzard
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