The Braille of the Soul

by Braulio Cruz

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1.
I've been carrying the words of the clan All my life, the imprinted code Colors my world Fire that burns In all of the mothers and into the fathers They want manifestation They can't do without Your body's last shout So they push and they take They won't turn away Saving the body for one more day The wheels turn and there is no use Lighting a candle, building a fuse Give yourself to the weight of the fall Resistance is pointless to the ones that know all Society wants you to deny the plight That is locked in a room so high Cut off the head Deliver instead Mindless abandon There's no understanding They want manifestation They can't do without Your body's last shout So they push and they take They won't turn away Saving the body for one more day It's locked in time The body is mine The braille of the soul We're seeking revenge And that's the plan To bring you along to the very end
2.
Harbor 03:54
Welcomed me into your harbor Showered me with delight Fed me love and you clothed me Your words rocked me nice I relaxed in your presence Starred at me just like a dad I felt distant longing Never meant to be so bad I can't stand waiting for your command That takes so long to reach a lover's hand Wanted more but I couldn't force my way into a role Stable place but it wouldn't turn itself into a home I can't stand waiting for your command That takes so long to reach a lover's hand And I went your eyes Solidified Played with memories and stayed It wasn't mine I can't stand waiting for your command That takes so long to reach a lover's hand And I went your eyes Solidified Played with memories and stayed It wasn't mine And I went your eyes Solidified Played with memories and stayed It wasn't mine
3.
Nudist Glare 03:11
I feel you watching me I feel the evening breeze You love the way I touch Warms up all the distant parts of you Take your time Make it right Find your presence in the light On a warm sunshine Summer's day We are strays Tell the others that I'm here Young boy disappears Nudist glare Shirts that I wear I can't Keep making you happy Young boy You won't find joy Just by Working to make them happy so Take your time Make it right Find your presence in the light On a warm sunshine Summer's day We are strays Tell the others that I'm here Young boy disappears Take your time
4.
Down low Like the anchor that sets you In line with us I feel the calling of sweet emotion Rising up to meet the top Come down Like the waves that we would watch when We had nothing to do So quiet Nothing to say when I am next to you Feel now Unparalleled Love Flight Reach out Open your eyes and feel the rise I'm feeling alive Dancing in a trance with all the stars My mind is in a whirl nowhere to be But where we are Feelings Caught up inside me Begging for release Anger look at how we Drugged her into sleep Feel now Unparalleled Love Flight Reach out Open your eyes and feel the rise I'm feeling alive Dancing in a trance with all the stars My mind is in a whirl nowhere to be But where we are I wanna conquer the sea I wanna feel the love In your arms Down low Like the anchor that sets you In line with us I feel the calling of sweet emotion Rising up to meet the top
5.
Adeus, adeus Meu pandeiro do samba Tamborim de bamba Já é de madrugada Vou-me embora chorando Com meu coração sorrindo E vou deixar todo mundo Valorizando a batucada Adeus, adeus Meu pandeiro do samba Tamborim de bamba Já é de madrugada Vou-me embora chorando Com meu coração sorrindo E vou deixar todo mundo Valorizando a batucada Em criança com samba eu vivia sonhando Acordava e estava tristonha chorando Jóia que se perde no mar Só se encontra no fundo Samba mocidade Sambando se goza Nesse mundo E do meu grande amor Sempre eu me despedi sambando Mas da batucada agora me despeço chorando E guardo no lenço esta lágrima sentida Adeus batucada Adeus batucada querida
6.
Ventilador 02:48
Eu andei em todo lugar Eu deixei o tempo passar Eu sorri Liguei a TV Deitei me agora vou ver Mais do que eu sou Mas não me deixa No ventilador Voz que não mais respira Agora me diga Quando voltar Noite vem depois duma onda Eu andei numa calçada As figuras vem me olhando Procuram meu segredo Vi nosso amor Eles me deram O seu calor Nao temo A sua ferida Passei o dia No ventilador Mais do que eu sou Mas não me deixa No ventilador Voz que não mais respira Agora me diga Quando voltar
7.
I flirt with the outer edges of my life I see friends resting there Are they happy in their sanity We look down at the busy streets Not afraid to cry wrapped up in the darkness With your pink flower dress Not concerned by money, the small bedroom And your mother's old mattress You have suffered, you take that on You won't make apologies Seven eyed creature in the back yard She waits there for me Not afraid to cry wrapped up in the darkness With your pink flower dress Not concerned by money, the small bedroom And your mother's old mattress I didn't wanna be permanently stuck here But as time goes on, I belong More and more Not afraid to cry Not afraid to cry Staring at the eyes Not controlled by time No morality Outside society

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“I’ve been carrying the words of the clan, all my life, the imprinted code, colors my world, fire that burns, in all of the mothers and into the fathers” are the lyrics that open Braulio Cruz’s second LP, The Braille of the Soul. They originate from a claustrophobic thought: our parents etch their emotional traumas unto our psyches, predetermining our actions and behaviors. Is it possible to transcend this condition?

The front half of the album addresses complicated feelings of anger and grief, that leads the listener back to the land of Braulio's ancestors, Brazil. The album ends with two melancholic songs sung in Portuguese, and an oddly psychedelic number about feelings of suffering rendering one “outside society.”

Emotional integration, displacement, maternal/paternal

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released February 21, 2020

Written by Braulio Cruz, except Adeus Batucada, written by Synval Silva
Produced by Randy Bergida at Songwriter Factory in Greenpoint, NY
Mastered by Steve Berson at Total Sonic Media
Album Art by Chuck Hettinger

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Sensitive, driving synth-pop with 80s influences by Brazilian musician living in Queens.

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