SOLDIER'S AWARD.
A grief-stricken meditation on helplessness and self-destruction set against political violence and fractured friends.
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lyrics.
Free Gaza, the war fugazi
(Yeah, yeah)
I ain’t never got used to living alone, could I
Go from this to building home, would I
trust myself, to keep it afloat, when the boat has only one sailor on, and it’s still sinking
Trail of drinking in the ocean, just a drop in
The pain of a collective, not the only but this brain it don’t accept it,
not the only but this brain it don’t accept it
Like my bank card on the rollie I elected
It was Presidential
(Yeah, yeah)
I’m sailing for the Netherlands, to drown my pain in hella meds and fall in the canal,
I’m Venice, on Xanax, I’m sober now, oh shit, my song banal…
I wanna paint a picture, with a shaking
Hand, scale it on the richter
The quake is on, Don Le Corleone,
My high school friends, they in a war, or in a war against they-selves
My high school friends, they in a war, or in a war against they-selves
My high school friends, they in a war, or in a war against they-selves
And that’s the soldier’s award
The soldier’s award
The soldier's award
The only
Soldier’s award
My high school friends, they in a war, or in a war against they-selves
My high school friends, they in a war, or in a war against they-selves
My high school friends, they in a war, or in a war against they-selves
And that’s the soldier’s award
The soldier’s award
The soldier's award
The only
Soldier’s award
the project.
"Eyes closed, mind full throttle" is a paradoxical EP that serves as an unflinching journey into the heart of a modern mental health crisis, showcasing the tension between deliberate emotional avoidance ("eyes closed") and an internal torrent of anxiety and self-doubt ("mind full throttle"). The four tracks—AMNESIA, MOMENT, SOLDIER'S AWARD, and TICKET—map a resonant narrative of being trapped in a mental "compound," using substance abuse as a coping mechanism for profound loneliness, and framing the fight against self-destruction as a personal, unrecognized "soldier's award".
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PIGS DON'T FLY
view this artist.PIGS DON'T FLY are a self-produced, Argentine-Italian music duo from Madrid. They make hip hop, house, and rnb with a common thread: rap. They met as kids at school, quickly grew to become good friends, and just as quickly lost each other when Nachi moved back to Argentina. Years later, when he came back to Spain and started publishing music, Don Le heard and got in touch claiming to be a rapper. The claim held up. From their surnames Moreno and Porchietto came "BROWN PIGS", which didn't survive being said out loud, but inspired the name that stuck. A raw, literal response to the idiom saying 'when pigs fly': "PIGS DON'T FLY". Their first EP, "Eyes closed, mind full throttle", comprises four tracks built on slow, introspective jazz-rap: deliberate avoidance, the noise it fails to quiet, loneliness, and self-medication. Next, and louder — house, club, and sample-driven; clean one bar and distorted the next. Six tracks on romance, substance abuse, and codependence folding into each other, moving fast enough never to heal: "'til DEATH do us PARTY".
credits.
Songwriting
- Composer
- Diego "CAYU" Cayuela Pomar
- Author
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
Production
- Producer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno at dreamsdemos.
Performances
- Primary Artist
- PIGS DON'T FLY
- Vocalist
- Alessandro "Don Le" Porchietto
- Performer
- Diego "CAYU" Cayuela Pomar
- Performer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno
Engineering
- Recording Engineer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno at dreamsdemos.
- Mix Engineer
- Ignacio Agustín "Nachi" Moreno at dreamsdemos.
- Mastering Engineer
- Luis Gonzalez Hernando at Mastering Mansion