EP1

by Sarrasine

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06:12
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02:17
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05:31
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07:45

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released July 21, 2014

CASSETTES AVAILABLE AT:

hacktivismrecords.bandcamp.com/album/ep1


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Lautaro Albarenque - Music and lyrics, guitars, vocals, bass, keyboard
Amelie Gutierrez - Vocals
Nicolas Sarudiansky - Additional guitars and percussion

Produced by Nicolas Sarudiansky, Martin Musacchio, Lautaro Albarenque

Recorded and mixed in Woodbox Studio.

Artwork by Lucas Maino & Mir Fumaneri.

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Track Name: Juniper
Between walls made of cotton, you said you were waiting
Between walls made of cotton, I’d like to meet you there

Ask me to give you all my sins
Teach me to play
So we hide, and we seek
Watching how our time burn slowly

Where the birds never sing, you said you’ll be waiting
Where the birds never sing, I hope I’ll meet you there

Ask me to give you all my sins
Teach me to play
So we hide, and we seek
Watching how our time dies slowly
Track Name: Sunshine Never
Back in the days, where the pleasure was to hide myself in shades
Wasted charm, overwhelming gloom inside an empty room
But I don’t want any lights at all, and the sunshine will never be my friend
But you just stand still, staring at me, expecting words that I’ll never learn to speak
Track Name: Shame
Shameful play
With a desert crowd
In a dirty place
In a common lie

I don’t want to be seen
Not with you

Don’t turn the lights
No, they won’t help us
Hide yourself in the shame
Hide myself in the pain

I don’t want to be seen
Not with you
Track Name: Cloudy-Ah
Take pictures of rainy afternoons
When it’s so cold
Take pictures when life is not enough
It feels so cold

As i gaze into the clouds
They try to tell me something
As I gaze into the clouds
They try to tell me something
Track Name: I Rather
“If sadness tasted good, you’ll be eaten by tomorrow”
With your shallow teenager eyes, that’s what you said
I rather stay at home
I rather stay at home

In this dead town there’s no fun, for quite a long time ago
No Talking Heads, no Blondie, no Smiths
I rather dance at home
I don’t mind to dance at home

I rather dance by myself