Exile

Exile Tracklist
01. The Lighthouse Keeper
02. Architecture of Life
03. Involution / Part II
04. By Smoke Diffused
05. Enhancement Through Change
06. A Way Out
07. Inside the Cave
08. Prelude
09. Bird’s Exile
10. In a Sea of Mist

Artwork

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Guest Musicians

  • Dan Swanö
  • Scott McLean (Falloch)
  • Nuria -Lady Nott- Luis (Arcana, Der Blaue Reiter, Narsilion)
  • Vocal choir “El Cor de la Vall” (Barcelona)

Lyrics

01 – The Lighthouse Keeper

Once again up at the top of this lighthouse marvelled at the Architect’s creation.

The sea remains dark and grand
and I blindly light his plans.

But what if I could carry the light wherever I wish?
Would it be worth following that way?

For the first time this sea I’m staring at comes as clear as daylight, the fog is gone.

So, here I’m reborn at the top of this lighthouse
and now I light my own path, in which I believe.

By Xavi Diví / Guillem Rejón

02 – Architecture of Life

Life, as a matter of time, a sigh in the overall calculation of the cosmos, a spark of energy in the infinite coldness, a
trivial existence before the eyes of creation.

It will last as long as this sand falling to the ground lasts, then it will be lost for all the Eternity.

Time, as a human condition, is the structure always pointing to the end, always carrying us with it while everything
fades away.
It rules every affair in our presence.
Our ‘forever’ is a short term in the universal countdown to nowhere.

Countless inner links compose the perfect gears to set all this plenitude into motion.
We are nothing but the cosmos itself, a consequence of the architecture of life.
And I wake my eyes from these tiny hands to this starry night and admire the beginning of a myriad of
stories like ours.

Every single part fits in this strange and amazing poise that makes me feel irrelevant, but immeasurable at the
same time.
I will always feel delighted about the complexity holding this moment, this little spark.

The insignificance of a sigh in a life makes sense to an entire universe confined perfectly in these tiny hands,
recalling every step that time has tracked.

By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón / Sergi Gracia

03 – Involution / Part II

Which has been the path we’ve walked?
Had we ever looked back at our steps?
How did this inertia pushed us?
Just some useless questions right now.

Concerning where we were going every day I could realise
that mankind was becoming a cancer on this land.

It begins in our inner thoughts
and has no end, our minds want more.
Thousands of years on this trail of destruction
have made us blind in front our own involution.

How could we believe that our path was forward when the results were clear?
We can’t say we weren’t warned.

Walking towards the contrast between lights and shades.
I know we have the answer to explain what we are, what we have done to planet Earth.

The point of no return is gone and I’m sure that mankind will never rectify.

By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón / Sergi Gracia

04 – By Smoke Diffused

Delirium through smoke stabs my being again,
alters my essence metamorphic, metaphoric, hilarious and decadent.
Millions of images heap in the same point
and fall together in my spiral of destruction.

Hitting life’s screen… Reverberating,
modifying, moulding all my thoughts.

By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.
By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.

By smoke diffused. By smoke confused.

Trying to find some answers I built my reality.
Deformed cycles of life are all what I could see.

I fight to drive my mind again to what I am
This foggy smoke is corrupting me,
What I’ve created I must destroy.

A crystal wall I raised around me
to protect myself from every hurting thing.
It’s hard to see this reality.

Life is always easy if you don’t live it.
I’m hidden behind this shield of glass,
which is blurring me to the others and the other way round.

By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.
By smoke diffused. By smoke distorted.

So many reasons pull me under,
I cannot stand this state.
To drain the pain I fill my mind with illusions,
it’s better to give up to the streams of emptiness.

Exaltation leads my way.
I try to fight every day against myself.
Self-Punishment is the right way to be me.

What I’ve created
I must destroy.

By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón / Sergi Gracia

05 – Enhancement Through Change

Your life, set and planned, your future so certain…
You can’t even remember what was the taste of pain.
When we rise we forget about the eventual fall;
Sooner or later it will be your turn
We must accept it; we all have been through this.
Going up and down, that’s what life is about.
Enjoy your stay while it lasts and when you fall take it as a life’s lesson.

And when you see it is all gone take it as a brand new start,
build up another reality improved by your past.
Enhancement through change: fuel for life.
After all it’s what life is about.

Don’t get stuck on your past, there’s much more to see,
don’t close any doors.

Your life, built up again from the pieces of the past.
That taste remains in your mouth and it’s what will make you rise.
Wounds are still open but will be healed by time.
If they don’t kill you, they’ll make you grow.
The fall wakes up your senses, now you know what it’s like.
Though it’s hard to remember when you start to rise.
Enjoy your stay while it lasts.
And when you fall take it as a life’s lesson.

And when you see it is all gone take it as a brand new start,
build up another reality improved by your past.
Enhancement through change: fuel for life.
After all it’s what life is about.

By Jordi Bolíbar

06 – A Way Out

I’m afraid of life, as I fear to die,
My surroundings make me mistrust everything.
This unbroken guilt in my head doesn’t leave me alone,
chases me wherever I go, it is a part of me.

Always stuck in the middle of nowhere.
Bittersweet feelings collide until they melt down the core
made of my flesh and thoughts.
I’m a ghost out of its shell yearning for a sign to know the time has come.
These days must come to an end.
Hope is my way out.
Hope is my way out, for now…

I base my life on this ethereal way of thinking
just to avoid the facts that portray my mediocrity.
I unleash my rage as an attempt to drive my life
but it finally turns into perpetual resignation.

Helpless in front of myself, the mirror shows today
that during years I’ve confused what is required to improve.

Always stuck in the middle of everything, drowned in my sea of thoughts.
My path has gone downwards and it’s coming to its end.
I’m a shell consumed by itself, devoured by the flame of uncertainty.
Nothing ties me to keep my pulse.
Death is my way out.

I’ve been waiting long time for this clarifying thought.
I feel free now, with joy and relief.
The only thing left to do is to disappear.

By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón

07 – Inside the Cave

Our mind is unchained inside a cave of ignorance;
the legacy of lies we must bear with.
We’re condemned to live with our limited thoughts,
always facing the wall.

We believe what we can see,
inside this cave shades are real.
Constant chaos, we can’t light up the way
towards the concepts that make us free.

‘One man overcame the pain of ties
and faced the light with his own eyes.’
Who is the one who has reached the never-before-seen world?

‘Seen as a mad prophet by those who were inside
once he returned to clear their minds:

— You have to believe,
that my words aren’t fibs!
The light of the sun I’ve seen.
If only a spark I could send you… — He said.’

We believe what we can see,
inside this cave shades are real.
Constant chaos, we can’t light up the way
towards the concepts that make us free.

‘Then, he was right and had reached the never-before-seen world’

‘Indeed! He left again this isolated place,
and with it we lost our chance.
We’ll remain inside the cave.’

By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón / Sergi Gracia

08 – Prelude

Instrumental

09 – Bird’s Exile

Lost in myself I felt it slip away.
For so long chasing what couldn’t be achieved.

Gone, in front of my eyes.
Silent, for my ears.
Missing to my hands.
Present… still in my mind.

Wasting tears just to believe it could ever be undone.
The sorrow is real as well as the loss.

If only it could be undone,
tears wouldn’t have been in vane.

It’s so hard to face up this disturbing inner fight.
I felt it slip away and the feelings lost their way.
And at this point is when the weakest of lights shines as a thousand suns.

Hesitations flew away,
roots grew on the ground,
the peace long awaited came with this exile.

Should I really set my mind free?
I got the chance, but I’m afraid to be deceived.
And when your fears are swept away you find the essence of a new day.

Hesitations flew away,
roots grew on the ground.
My mind was clear and so was my heart since my wings know no bounds.

By Jordi Bolíbar / Toni Gonzalez

10 – In a Sea of Mist

The view I see beyond this point
is shown as a solid stone,
but I am aware that despite its thickness
this mist is ephemeral, intangible, ethereal…

I am afraid to go into the cold sea,
afraid to break its subtile fragility.

I’m looking for myself inside this vast amount of quiet storm,
but there is just a huge wall of mist that blinds me.
A wall that obscures the panes enclosing my conscience,
a wall that catches with its landscape those who contemplate it.

And following the steps that have brought me up here
I dive into this sea that terrifies me.
Sooner or later I’ll find out the way home… My way home.

By Iban de Dios / Guillem Rejón