Sleeping At Last es un proyecto musical que evocó sus primeros sonidos a finales de los años 90 en Wheaton, Illinois, Estados Unidos. La voz y el alma detrás de esta creación es Ryan O'Neal, un músico autodidacta y apasionado que supo tejer una epopeya sonora que conecta íntimamente con sus oyentes.
Inicialmente, Sleeping At Last se formó como una banda en 1999, cuando O'Neal se unió a su hermano Dan O'Neal y a otro amigo, Chad O'Neal, para explorar juntos el vasto mundo de la música. Influenciados por bandas como Radiohead y U2, rápidamente ganaron notoriedad en la escena musical local, destacando por sus líricas profundas y su sonido distintivo que oscilaba entre rock alternativo y dream pop.
En 2003, lanzaron su primer álbum de estudio, “Ghosts”, bajo el sello Interscope Records. Este álbum marcó el verdadero inicio de su carrera, ya que canciones como "Say" y "Quicksand" no solo resonaron profundamente con sus fanáticos, sino que también mostraron el potencial lírico y musical del grupo. El álbum recibió críticas positivas y les permitió girar junto a bandas como Switchfoot y Copeland.
A medida que avanzaron los años, la dinámica del grupo experimentó cambios significativos. Para 2008, Ryan O'Neal asumió el control total del proyecto, convirtiendo a Sleeping At Last en una iniciativa solista. Aunque esta transición significó el fin de la formación original, también abrió una nueva era de creatividad
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Say what you really want to say
And the truest of forms will show
Finally you'll find your soul
They impose the endless fight
To always be perfect.
It seems they have been chosen
To be above the rest.
But the contradiction stands
Between these perfect lives
And the words that they've misread...
There was no reading.
Say all the things that you really want to say
The truest of forms will show,
Finally you'll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say
The truest of forms will show
And finally you'll find your soul.
The landscapes of being
Are endlessly competing, back and forth
For an answer to existence
That we can never find,
In all of the places that we've searched out,
In all of the pulses that we've taken...
There was no reading.
Say all the things that you really want to say
Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show
And finally you'll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say
Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show
And finally we'll find our souls.
Give us the answers
And the ability to hear
The landscapes of being
Are endlessly competing, back and forth
For an answer to existence
That we can understand.
Perhaps we're looking far too closely.
We can't see
All the evidence in its entirety...
The air in our lungs,
The complexity of our love.
Say all the things that you really want to say
Then you'll find, the truest of forms will show
And finally you'll find your soul.
Say all the things that you really want to say.
Say what you really want to say
And the truest of forms will show,
Finally you'll find your soul.