Slow

by Sport

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1.
Deadfilm 03:54
When everything is over Your body lifeless and destroyed What kind of magic Made the thing that was “you” ? Could it be some kind of random talks Of cells in the brain ? Or is there something like a soul ? Like formless emotions ? That made you the only one I guess it’s like a movie The projector’s broken It’s a dead film Lost pictures in a coffin Maybe it’s just like some kind of great ideas Someday they come, someday they disappear.
2.
Rébuffat 03:38
Rise early The giants in front of me My feet move upon where I once laid my eyes Triangle shaped, ancestral The ridge is right on top Cold and tired, decided to go, This fortress turns me on Landscapes that keep repeating They keep evolving in different patterns, high up Witnessing the birth of a new day As we climb to meet the sun So far from the crowd So close to what we are Move upward with the clouds At this time of mystery and hope We know the rope is holding our friendship Our friendship is our rope, high up
3.
Nod 04:30
Salt and pepper Already five years older Now you allow me to remain silent sometimes We kept fighting I guess we liked it, oh we did We got that some words need to stay unspoken, untold And I nod, I nod all the time Have we become grown ups ? Or two kids in grown up bodies ? I don’t need your words to see right through you. There’re always voices keeping talking : talkers taking things too seriously I do like questions, do I like answers ? So I nod, I nod in silence So it’s either it’s not the right time or you thought of it too many times so it comes out wrong. And it feels OK, I don’t need no word cause I just like to see you nod, when I’m nodding. It speaks in silence
4.
Full House 03:20
Short pants, tight shoes, “not coming home tonight” Wheatfields horizon, weak legs to walk the land To crushing mountains, great peaks I’ll learn to love And you dear sister, you feeling the same way ? Lonesome misgivings of growing old alone Life long grieving, life long reconstruction Same face, same talks, and our restrained bond We shared a full house, full of people, full of pain A fork crossroad : is it the only place to be ? Once I found a full house down in Michigan It gave me something, I had never had before : The quiet of some people I could trust Same face, same talks, same will to runaway We’ve been shattered by affective insecurity Can’t say I love you, you can’t either, can you ? Thirty something, you made me the best gift you could do
5.
Leaves 02:37
Winter sun’s silently warming The fallen leaves turning to soil Strange life for the one who finds the great truth of solitude. Keep my head close to the ground Sweet enjoyment of my city.
6.
Muscles 03:09
A couple dots and a line Shape a better smile Than 38 muscles on my face For you to come home, I’d take a swim at the north pole The waters can’t be colder than my hands Good night sweet memory It was good to have you here all warm with me Just give me a pencil So I start drawing Some weird plans that can make me smile again. Good night sweet memory It was good to have you here all warm with me
7.
Trompe l’ennui, passent les heures qu’on empêche de filer Trime la nuit, pas d’escale pour soulager l’esprit Les yeux s'animent aux mensonges des vitrines Et creusent l'abîme pour pas prendre la poussière Trompe la mort, mais la faux vient te gratter les pieds Crèvent les gens de ne pas laisser la vie se rider Des idées noires pour le deuil des vingt ans Où est le mal à vouloir prendre le temps ?
8.
Word95 02:00
Checking in every night For some gibberish conversations There’s a voice in his eyes And some confused explanations Soaking wet to the bone, he’s a cure For my lack of inspiration He catches those words that don’t really make sense Uprooted plant from his homeland Or just a willing guy among the living dead, rookie rookie He catches those words that don’t really make sense I like those words cause they really make sense
9.
.. 04:39

credits

released May 13, 2016

Recorded by Nico Eschalier in october 2015 at Magic Studio, Saint Péray
Vocals in april 2016 in Villeurbanne
Mixed by Nico Eschalier in april 2016
Mastering by Ryan Schwabe in may 2016 at Maniac Mansion, Philadelphia
Front picture by Hugo Janody
Artwork design by Julien Paget
Drums : Clément Meynier
Guitar : Flo Pons
Bass : Nak Gz
Guitar : Nico Mollin
Vibraphone : Renaud Cholewa
Trumpet : Steven Whiteley
Vocals : Nak, Nico, Flo

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