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Tones and Shapes

by Cálido home

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beyond a fragile bridge in a slow dreamk takes place the last lightning bolt Roaming the earth, groaning in caves I wake to see the world go wild in a vision or in none air recalled temper the heat, save me from words flies above the certainty of death enjoy the feast, bugspray the guests, When it was rotten and ready to break? Neither fall, nor gold, nor red. You who haunted me in life, The healing wheel of the engine. In future rains I’ll sit by new fires Saints and consolations and the flame so kind. So whatever plan you have for me Only momma dears along the years
2.
For the shame of your responses about the past I’m getting real with you White moon, why don’t you try at least to move Flooded with reasons I intend to treason In this black bird fluttering tune It gets born, raised and charred Well that’s too cute She heard tones And he saw shapes And were all warm and fuzzy Munching both cheeks of you So you wanna make yourself more beautiful I’ll keep pride away Zoomed in an eerie owl quickened her pace Holding the questions for herself We’re too poor to be too late A pulse against the light Who dares to spoil the only child She heard tones And he saw shapes And were all warm and fuzzy Munching both cheeks of you White moon, why don’t you try at least to move
3.
Brother could you tell me What should I do I’m a little prick Drop a pebble, reach the water Little by little does the trick Those capital trends no long make sense, we're on the ground pecking all tense as gulls in city depredates, out in the fields eagles await. Brother could you tell me What should I do I’m a little prick. Oh am I the answer on time? Punish your mom won't make you strong, in every twinge our future is gone, you'll be on your knees begging hype me, ooshie gushie cold turkey. Brother could you tell me What should I do I’m a little prick He said I don’t know! And suddently here comes the snap, on top of that the skies are black, don't really think we'll make it through and bottom line I do miss you.
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The flood 02:36
Burning the midnight oil in boil, mull it all over And it’s a long way for the flood to splash on your shoulders. Set the greenhouse on fire burn out the old patience It’s just a temporary tick, oh my dear we cannot operate on Would you lover go If you find me empty when everything collide? And no more wooden lullabies will give you shelter You know me better, the way that I’m not You love me better, the way that I hate Set the greenhouse on fire burn out the old patience It’s just a temporary tick, oh my dear we cannot operate on Would you lover go If you find me empty when everything collide? And no more wooden lullabies will give you shelter Remember no one will reward you, not a crack No more softly singing sparrows, on your lap And no more wooden lullabies will give you shelter
5.
I found your love unexpectedly. your hand gently on my back By night consoles, By day congratulates. sweet lady remain what you are And we spend the days Spotting what is past or passing or to come With the wild eye of a stranger Foolish beyond The fever of gold Controlled, delivered and sold. Lay down on a tide till the anchor holds On those upon which we rely And in your sleep found the mourn for every loss Sweet lady remain what you are And we spend the days Spotting what is past or passing or to come With the wild eye of a stranger Foolish beyond The fever of gold Controlled, delivered and sold.
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You walk in and check who’s home Pretty sure you’re gonna wing this though You let’em in, You let ‘em grow Pacing up and down the room Chasing doves, slightly nice dressed groom I’ll grab this you kiss goodbye Grinding teeth, red faced, teary eyed Drowned on sunday coffee pots Then you go and give a fuck And time is good spent on being young men until doomsday. This ride is right i time, Guarantee you wouldn't miss it, Try to scape is so much easier. Permission to be a stone My darling understands it all How good it is, How good he is Snuggling into each others arms As sugar turns to alcohol Tastes pretty decent Though we know the world won’t listen Fastened to a dying animal in this blurry day I won’t need a horizon Boy, gotta hold on to yourself Gotta take it all back, take the test Punch the chest caress the rest I’ll blow the sand and own the land Be the one you can’t
7.
Dear kiddo 02:45
Dear kiddo I know I failed you I was so deeply scared, and you know I’m no hero But I’ll build my butt and keep my trousers up Been dreamin’ about family, fools and friends All of them schmoopy picking wild herbs From the back of the scariest creature you put down on the ground How I’m supposed to help you? Dear kiddo you can be mean Boomed out in this trap you’ve caught in I’ll stand for the ball Thank you naivety for pimpin’ me out Weeping trinkets go on jingle-jangle Casting shadows in your wise wise blood And in a bit they’ll shackle tight, your claws open wide at self-imploding empires And honestly, we’re all gonna be fine Excuses and excuses, boiling salty water How I’m supposed to help you? Dear kiddo you can be mean Boomed out in this trap you’ve caught in I’ll stand for the ball Thank you naivety for pimpin’ me out Your eyes move so fast And all of your fingers are so long And I’ll step on their trail craving for your weight How I’m supposed to help myself? Dear kiddo I can be mean Boomed out in this trap I’ve caught in Who'll stand for the ball? Thank you naivety for pimpin’ me out
8.
Underneath cold stones and soft moses Your heart is pumping franticly. Thirsty crows on a telephone wire sharp the borders of themselves, waiting for the murder's hour Bitter cries in tree top hiding. Dirty job and no fame, they don't sing all the same Nature wisely made the law. hawk and owl in tree top hiding Cooing sweet nothings we will take one thing at the time, that's why new plants were green when breezes begin Crash over me! you've got to take the edge off it They look, and danced, and moved and glanced beholding each instant flies what soon is over. The burrow you wanted badly to keep warm is icing your bones, let the dream grow cold Bitter cries in tree top hiding. Thirsty crows on a telephone wire sharp the borders of themselves, waiting for the murder's hour hawk and owl in tree top hiding Cooing sweet nothings we will take one thing at the time, that's why new plants are green where breezes begin Crash over me! you've got to take the edge off it
9.
I curse profane and holy The earth and all its cracks Twinkling fake blue lights from the blinking of an eye You’re the prettiest side of a helpless youth As the ivy on wall, I’m the moss on you We’re down with good intentions, sustained tender chords But shall we procrastinate 'em due to mercy of breaking dawn You’re the prettiest side of a helpless youth As the ivy on wall I’m the moss on you
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What happens between how it looks from the hindsight., sweet brittle, to lean on, down by law. Pondered, weak and weary despite considerable effort, despite you, sweet brittle. Black bird over black rain burns Keep, keepin' on heart beating. What took you that far to glance up? Now I'm glad you made it. I was about to repay you, sweet brittle. So breathe full of wonder. Black bird over black rain burns Keep, keepin' on heart beating

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El dúo barcelonés formado por Anna Andreu y Eduard Pagès presenta diez canciones, cantadas en inglés, que despliegan un tapiz de folk intenso y emocional que conecta con grandes diosas malditas como Karen Dalton y otras folksingers que huyeron de lo previsible de la etiqueta “folk”.

Grabado en el estudio de Joan Pons (El Petit de Cal Eril) en Guissona (Lleida), “Tones And Shapes” es la confirmación definitiva de un proyecto firme que se balancea entre la fragilidad y el onirismo, la tradición y la falta de complejos.

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released September 8, 2016

Agraïments: A les nostres famílies i amics. Al Joan Pons, a la Montse Vilaró i a la família de Bcore.

Totes les cançons escrites i interpretades per Eduard Pagès i Anna Andreu.
Enregistrat i mesclat per Joan Pons al Teatre de cal Eril entre març i abril de 2016.

Produït per Joan Pons, Eduar Pagès i Anna Andreu.
Masteritzat per Víctor García a Ultramarinos Costa Brava.

Il·lustracions per Eduard Pagès.
Disseny per El Señor Gómez & Srta. Swallow.
Tipografia per Anna Andreu.

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