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Cassette Cintas Juan
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Cession by @lasttimeyoullseeme (Indonesia)
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JAPANESE EDITION BY LONG LEGS LONG ARMS RECORDS
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lyrics
Unha bolboreta salta dunha flor a outra, danzando contra o vento;
así como nos agarramos ás copas, exhalando o suave polen da primavera. Só ás veces hai silencio: un tesouro dourado que hai que gardar profundo nun presente que é lume, onde temos a mesma fame.
UN CORAZÓN NON SE OXIDA NO BAILE
UNHA ORACIÓN FAISE GRANDE NO XESTO
Somos eu e son todos, brazos e estrelas entrelazados nunha orxía cuántica. Un arjé que palpita detrás do peito, e brilla en pingas de suor. Delicada cuestión do sexo alén do corpo: a última fronteira.
NON HAI CONFÍNS NO VENTRE DA NAI.
Pisamos o ser se pisamos a sombra?
Risible medir o brillo de mil soles...
Asinamos o armisticio nunha caída de pestanas.
Unha marca de morte en forma de engurra (fai que queiramos) arrincarmos a pel e a usala de alfombra onde limpar os nosos pes.
Non hai volta á rutina despois do desexo absoluto, onde os quefaceres deixan de ter sentido. Non hai volta á rutina despois do desexo absoluto, soan notas prateadas dun comezo que sempre estivo.
[ENG]
A butterfly jumps from a flower to another, dancing against the wind;
just as we cling to the trees, exhaling the soft pollen of spring.
Only sometimes there is silence: a golden treasure to be kept deep within
in a present that is fire, where we are equally hungry.
THE HEART DOES NOT RUST WHEN DANCING
A PRAYER BECOMES BIG IN GESTURE
It's me and it's everything, arms and stars intertwined in a quantum orgy.
An arjé that beats behind the chest and glistens in beads of sweat.
Sensitive subject of sex beyond the body: the last border.
THERE ARE NO LIMITS IN A MOTHER'S WOMB.
Do we step on the self if we step on the shadow?
It's ridiculous to measure the brightness of a thousand suns…
We signed the armistice in the blink of an eye.
A death mark in the form of a wrinkle.
(make us want to) tear the skin off and use it
as a carpet on which to wipe our feet.
There's no going back to routine after absolute desire,
where chores cease to make sense.
There's no going back to routine after absolute desire,
silver notes sound of a beginning that was always there.
[CAST]
Una mariposa salta de una flor a otra, danzando contra el viento;
Así como nos agarramos a las copas, exhalando el suave polen de la primavera. Solo a veces hay silencio: un tesoro dorado que hay que guardar profundo. En un presente que es fuego, donde tenemos el mismo hambre.
Un corazón no se oxida en el baile.
Una oración se hace grande en el gesto.
Somos yo y son todxs, brazos y estrellas entrelazados en una orgía cuántica. Un arjé que palpita detrás del pecho, y brilla en gotas de sudor. Delicada cuestión del sexo más allá del cuerpo: la última frontera.
No hay confines en el vientre de la madre.
Pisamos el ser se pisamos la sombra?
Risible medir el brillo de mil soles...
Firmamos el armisticio en una caída de pestañas.
Una marca de muerte en forma de arruga
(hace que queramos)
Arrancarnos la piel y a usarla de alfombra
donde limpiar nuestros pes.
No hay vuelta a la rutina después del deseo absoluto,
Donde los quehaceres dejan de tener sentido
No hay vuelta a la rutina después del deseo absoluto,
Suenan notas plateadas de un comienzo que siempre estuvo.
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising. Bandcamp New & Notable Jan 6, 2021
A menagerie of death metal stylizations with strong progressive tendencies. Absolutely insane that this is a one man unsigned project. I think I prefer this one to their 2018 release ‘Grievous’ but it’s close. Also the deep cut Porcupine Tree cover is a true chef’s kiss moment. 8/10 RJ
