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INDIAN SUMMER |
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01. Ditch 02. Song for a beautiful mass 03. Sound, we make sound 04. Ofelia (again) 05. Write the blood on your skin 06. God is a word 07. Judy (somewhere) 08. La última piedra de una novena 09. Portuguese migration song 10. Phoenix (one visible dark) |
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| DATA DE LANÇAMENTO: Novembro, 2008 EDITORA: Transporte TAVCD006 LETRAS E MÚSICAS: Filipe Miranda (excepto 5, letra: Filipe Miranda, Jorge Reis-Sá) PRODUÇÃO: Filipe Miranda, José Arantes, Bill Ennals GRAVAÇÃO: Portugal - Oops! / C-House / CasaGrande, Barcelos Austrália - Satellite Discs, Brisbane MASTERIZAÇÃO: Álvaro Ramos MÚSICOS: Filipe Miranda, Lisete Santos, Nuno Fernandes, José Arantes, Pedro Oliveira, Sérgio Mendes, Marta Falcão, Ricardo Falcão, Charity Carleton, Abel Hernández ARTE GRÁFICA: Filipe Miranda, Sment |
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© Filipe Miranda / SPA 2008
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DITCH
we don't always have the strength to stop keep on drowning all the way
I'm living hard like a ghost in time and the crowd left the evening play
a fake connection to our own people makes a mockery of us
the sad cave we're dancing in is for pilling corpses on the floor
it's so hard to carry on when we fall in love
and then our heart dies young
SONG FOR A BEAUTIFUL MASS
they dressed me in red, I changed it to black
they pierced me with gold, I traded it for silver
they tied me to an old bench, I ran for soul search
they darkened my dream, I made them a song
white on white (square), is it divine?
I can't believe... they're all so blind
clean up the house, leave no "yous"
a shelf for a sin, a box for an illusion
laughing again, they'll never stop mocking
but this is my song, I'll never die
and while I'm in here burning my time
oh, at least give me a sign
they dressed me in red, I changed it to black
they pierced me with gold, I traded it for silver
they tied me to a god's bench, I ran for soul search
they darkened my dreams, I made them a song
I made them a song... I made them a song
SOUND, WE MAKE SOUND
if you know the gods who made all the laws
ask them to sing a little bit more
the song of the corpse star sailors live on
a hungry machine with powerful steel
money can kill a great number of green
the trees that we are with nature so faraway
inside a dream the darkness comes hard
into the graveyard living the dim
locked inside, we the star sailors breed
turning the page facing a look
hanged by a hook the pig grows in age
the farmer hears the sound he makes
OFELIA (AGAIN)
we wander among the old stones, searching for highways and bones
stealing cigarette packs and wine and dreaming with the stars in our eyes
are you the thing they call open road? I'm waiting out here so alone
who else is trying to sleep to the sound of a gypsy black tune?
turn off the lights and please hide the moon
I saw an angel, she was the same
lonely young bone who drowned in the lake one morning
kiss my thighs and my womb while I say you're the only one
who can save me from death and the fate that I have
give me a proof of your love, surrender and drown in my blood
and come feel the divine dark blind passion that blooms
write me a song, I'll rise from my tomb
tell me your name
I have no name
but I'm here to free you from those water chains
I saw an angel, she was the same
lonely young bone who drowned in the lake one morning
WRITE THE BLOOD ON YOUR SKIN
write the blood on your skin
under a smooth grass the white lungs of frost
there's a childhood dreaming of the pavement height
all your memories alive for a second trip
let us stop and wonder
we have the rain and the thunder
but don't have a place
where bones are laid
come home you are now a man
lines drawn, oh the setting sun of your stone youth
the gate is closed the graveyard is a fact
two steps forward and a piece of black dirt
let us stop and wonder
bread at the entrance of the mouth
father is a sea word
defining love
GOD IS A WORD
god is a word that comes to your brain every time you feel alone
user abuser, you fake. believe me, the saints are not here
bright light, antichrist, tunnels of death and joy
are ghostly as your hollow prayers
in the end, you'll lose to a demon
god is the blood ridding your vein with a fear of turning into stone
ease the fever, you clay. believe me, the way is lost in here
fine climb. in your mind, images of pure white souls
are falsely bled by hollows prayers
in the end, you'll crawl like a demon
JUDY (SOMEWHERE)
Judy Garland... the sky is blue... no words coming through
backyard walls and honeybees... I walk among debris
and leave my clothes behind... the naked cross...
into oblivious fields of light were guardians watch our sleep
I see the face I can not taste
the name's the same and god bleeds
aeroplane... Sunday flu... my room is black and blue
tv's on... am I awake?... two states without a shape
we have no saying in dreams
and fever warmth comes like a ghost-clown
and starts to lick my tears
and slowly all my movements grow on intensity
and then I dive again... the naked cross...
into oblivious fields of light were guardians watch our sleep
I see the face my recent taste
the name's the same and god bleeds
LA ÚLTIMA PIEDRA DE UNA NOVENA
¿eres capaz de imaginar una raya de color en tu vestido negro?
¿será ese su destino… un destino de color, un rayo de luz que lo atraviesa en su textura…
el final, la última plegaria de un luto?
y yo te traigo flores, una vez más, para que su olor rompa el velo que esconde tus cabellos ásperos
que nunca se sueltan al sol.
¿puedes imaginar los labios de un hombre tocando los tuyos?
¿será ese su sabor… un sabor a barba y saliva y sal de las lágrimas que brotan de tus ojos…
las últimas lágrimas de un gran dolor?
y yo te traigo imágenes, una vez más, para que su vida limpie de tus ojos esa condición que es tuya…
unos ojos que no se secan jamás.
quiero para ti esa piedra.
la última piedra de una novena.
PORTUGUESE MIGRATION SONG
golden sun awaits underneath the twilight
getting closer by a finger on the road map
father knows the way, mother has a plan now
journey to the sun, heading for an eastern light
smiling tears
we don't have a coat warm enough to save us
we don't carry a suitcase the size to fit our dreams in
on our way to find Europe with classy hives and high tech
big wide open avenues, a coloured window, a coffee house
Germany and France, fairy tales of luck... and funny kids... and kino
journey to the sun heading for an eastern light
we're dancing on
PHOENIX (ONE VISIBLE DARK)
trying for some kind of life in the sun
the ancient bird dies in hurt again
there's always a little burn on the ground
and a great love inside the pain
you're carrying me home my dearest friend
you are a hole in a brick wall
we all go out and try to find our way
so our weak voices can be heard
if we're hoping to reach that same place
it's just because we are so near
and I'm glad to be home my dearest friend
you are the window of a dark room
the world is against you
the world is against you and your love
