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released January 10, 2014

Tracks 1,3 & 4 recorded at the Studio At The Palms, Las Vegas, NV, USA 2012
Tracks 1,3,& 4 produced by Keith Olsen for Pogologo Productions
Tracks 1,3,& 4 engeneered by Rob Katz & assisted by Kevin Luu
Tracks 1,3 & 4 mixed by Keith Olsen for Pogologo Productions
Track 2 produced & recorded by Joseph de la Hoyde for de la Aurora, 2013
Track 2 mixed by Mark Needham at the Ballroom Studios & assisted by Will Bierre, USA, 2013
All tracks mastered by Steve Hall for Future Disc Mastering, 2013
Artwork by Eloise Lewis, 2013

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Monks of Mellonwah Sydney, Australia

Monks of Mellonwah (MOM) are an award winning four-piece alternative rock and indie band based in Sydney, Australia. The band has toured nationally and internationally, travelling to the United States twice, winning awards for Best International Act (LA Music Awards 2012) and Best Indie Rock Band (2012 AIM Awards). ... more

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Track Name: Pulse
Deep kick
Undercover
Buried in the seventh wonder
Always facing
Rainbow chasing oh
Its gone, I could be wrong

Cold pit
Scary lover
Soul lit the violent thunder
Never wasting
Time replacing oh
It's gone, move it along

Rip round
Make another
Solitude a major blunder
Devil styling
World defining role
My soul, will always be cold

When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things

Class clown
Not another
Sad face whose life went under
We all know
The rules can bend and break
Away, think of the stakes
Heat stick
Burning under
Losing time but growin' on ya
Shifting faces blur as time goes on
And on, isn’t it wrong?

When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things

Skin folder
Growing older
Makin’ way for young miss lola
We can wait
But she just can’t hold on
Too long, she might move on

Age old
Space lion
Listen close you’ll hear him crying
Even gods can feel it slip away
Today, is fading away

When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things

You hide away
In a place you’ll never stay
Hide away
On your own…
Track Name: Turn The People
Your teachings weigh me down I can relate,
And lately I’m convinced,
Please me take control I’m in your hands,
Arriving to my pain
Bleeding sacred sounds alleviate,
All my body’s strain,
Creep my way around a life of hate,
Maybe I’m too late

Time brings us down
To the ground,
But all I know
Is safe and sound,
Lost or found it’s all the same

And all the seas
Roll around
Turn the people
Upside down
See confusion tear away

Sooth me serenade the night away,
Just so I can feel,
Save me keep a place between your hands,
You’re all I ever had

Time brings us down
To the ground,
But all I know
Is safe and sound,
Lost or found it’s all the same

And all the seas
Roll around
Turn the people
Upside down
See confusion tear away
Track Name: Escaping Alacaraz
You’ll rust in here, or fly away
The days come and go again
These hallowed walls, their shadow falls
The sun is meek he lets us wash away, can you hear me say?

Don’t let me wash away…

Speculate, infiltrate, storm the gate, recreate this escape tonight
The moon is brightening the darkness
Emancipate, operate, a dying state, clean the slate for all our time
Let your soul breathe in the air

Don’t let me wash away…
Track Name: Pulse - Radio Edit
Deep kick
Undercover
Buried in the seventh wonder
Always facing
Rainbow chasing oh
Its gone, I could be wrong

Cold pit
Scary lover
Soul lit the violent thunder
Never wasting
Time replacing oh
It's gone, move it along

Rip round
Make another
Solitude a major blunder
Devil styling
World defining role
My soul, will always be cold

When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things

Class clown
Not another
Sad face whose life went under
We all know
The rules can bend and break
Away, think of the stakes
Heat stick
Burning under
Losing time but growin' on ya
Shifting faces blur as time goes on
And on, isn’t it wrong?

When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things

Skin folder
Growing older
Makin’ way for young miss lola
We can wait
But she just can’t hold on
Too long, she might move on

Age old
Space lion
Listen close you’ll hear him crying
Even gods can feel it slip away
Today, is fading away

When we run
We find some sun
I don’t feel what’s real
In all the same old things

You hide away
In a place you’ll never stay
Hide away
On your own…