by Liquid Eye

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The more art rock oriented EP of the five. This experimental set of songs follows no rules and lives totally on its own. Following the concept of its predecessors, this EP features one more song that the last, making that three songs this time around. Hence the album title (oh, how I love writing that).

"Introvert" is based around a bass riff I wrote a while back. Pair that with a microwave and some serious spare time problems, and you end up with this. This song is also the only one so far to feature three drummers.

"The Future is Past, the Present is Now" is a short instrumental with two different sections; an ambient and noisy one and a straight 4/4 beat with synths. The future Liquid Eye will be more synth oriented, and more space.

"Time" is based on a poem I wrote while working on the EPs. It revolves around my thoughts and surroundings during the writing process. There is no singing on the song, just me reading the poem out loud over the music.


released March 3, 2017

Drums, bass, guitar, synth, ukulele, microwave, bouzouki and voice by Daniel Lunde.

Music and lyrics by the same guy, whom also recorded, mixed and mastered the darn thing.



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Liquid Eye Bergen, Norway

Space. That's what it's all about.

Space and beards, to be precise.

Yeah... Seems about right.

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Track Name: Introvert
Three, seven, five
Track Name: The Future Is Past, the Present Is Now
There are no lyrics. This is an instrumental.
Track Name: Time
Just like the sun rises in the east and settles in the west
The winds blow on and the tides are turning
Seasons come and seasons go
Rain, leaves, ice and snow

As the footsteps and voices echoes through the halls
The horns ring with noise of vehicles running
Hours come and hours go
Tick-tack, tick-tack

With an early grey morning where the birds are singing
The sounds of leaves rustling on the window
Days come and days go
Spring, summer, winter, fall

Like a rose it blooms with light and nurture
Growing steady with beauty unwinding fast
Relations come and relations go
One, two, three…

The night is hollow under a pale white moon
The silence, the ticking of the clock, the sound of typing
Hours come and days go by
Tick-tack, tick-tack