"Return From Damascus" taken from the album "Echoes of the Shadhavar" out on autumn 2022.

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Directed by Oopart
Camera Operator Oopart and Elies Torruella
Edited by Joan García and Edgar Toro

“Echoes of the Shadhavar” was recorded at Estudi Nan Mercader and at our home studio between August and December 2021.
Produced by Oopart
Engineered by Greys Hernández, Nan Mercader and Oopart
Mixed by Nan Mercader and Greys Hernández
Mastered by Nan Mercader

Cover by Mireia Fernández
Layout by Edgar Toro
Logo designed by Mireia Fernández, Edgar Toro and Visual Defect

All music recorded by Oopart with the help of Nan Mercader in percussion:

Aleix Besolí - Vocals, Rhythm and Classical Guitars
Víctor Palacios - Lead Guitar and backing vocals
Edgar Toro - Bass, backing vocals, whistles and keyboard
Joan García - Drums and backing vocals

Nan Mercader - Congas and other percussion

Oopart would like to thank to: Xavi “Volldammus” Domingo, Víctor Domínguez, Andrea Girós, Pepe Molina, Ismael Palacios, Aida Toro, Elies Torruella and Irene Vernedas for their help.


Lyrics:

You want me to follow you straight to the abyss
with your torch lighting up the shadows it casts
Deformed images of your past, still stain your own walls
While I'm still wondering what’s the product you sell

You changed, you’re so proud
I see the same face
When you say illumination
Concussion is the name

So what?
You fell from the horse, fell from the horse
What else?
Illuminate me
And what?
Show me your point, just another point
Come on!
Get up and ride away

I know that while I'm going you're already on your way back
But the stones you fell on are still there for you
I pave my own path, and I don’t reject hands
But don’t torture me with crap that just expands your ego

These debates you feel overcome
Are just acts of faith

So what?
You fell from the horse, fell from the horse
What else?
Illuminate me
And what?
Show me your point, just another point
Come on!
Go back to the riding school


You say my mind is so closed, I beg to differ
Seeing your head scattered on the ground, still my favorite affair
You say I’m against progress, I plead innocent
we should move the fastest we can, red button is the aim

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