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1.
Fur 03:50
Outside, It’s dark and warm From here, nowhere to go Those bright eyes protect the alley Gloom Under charts and tables, It goes on and on and on, Between shifts of magic My expensive coats torn, Damn those thursdays and the moon, Oh how I hate mondays Outside, it’s cold and silent Dressed up, safe and smiley Waiting, for the 22 Downtown
2.
Slit 03:56
What if I wake with a rumble Shall I dive in-to my cloak Just another cold-feet morning Breeze from the highway Sliding through The slit, just above my window What if I hit, the road Poetry Left out, dimming as the sun shines
3.
Automatic 03:33
Late-night shelter Roof-top pool light Shoe, cross canvas of glass and tenfold Worn-out rugs And wooden faces Blue vest let down among the traces In this drag, where I roam New, feels like home Watch it all from 21 st floor, As a flash goes cross the sky And I, walk out the threshold, Rising through This white empty ghostly room It’s just another start In this trail, where I roam New, feels like home
4.
Cut 04:56
Harry is a killer Molly is passing by Higheels over cracking leaves Close up in her eyes Rain is pouring, wind is blowing, Lights are fading one by one, now Hard smoke on the set Penny is a kisser Henry is lonely Steps drumming the sidewalk Close up in her lips Rain is pouring, wind is blowing, Lights are fading one by one, now Fake smoke on the set, cut
5.
Nighthawks 05:46
Monday night Swinging on a ledge She enters, quick on the trigger, On the edge of the counter, Her eyes are lost, looking like... ...Those strange man on table seven Asking for trouble Seen through this broken mirror In the sun, Shadowplays are telling me stories Anyone, in fake leather Dyed in true colors The kids are allright Dancing on secrets Been wandering all night If I should call, to send you best wishes But it’s to late And I still have some dishes to do
6.
Turnover 02:57
Holding still Turning around Waiting, heedful It’s a rat’s faded track Could be, just a dancer in the dark Holding back Moving around Cut and run Just a trouper on the frame Is it just a glance, From one of million faces Oh, this is just my cool Coming, going, coming, going Holding down Turning around Slowly Just a trouper on the frame Is it just a glance, From one of million faces
7.
From this place where I am standing I watch the planes, softly landing There ain’t much to say about it All in all it’s just that, well, Nevermind now From this place where I am standing A thousand cars in peerless lining After all it’s just that it feels quiet Lying down, With feet sat on the ground I can’t see but you From this place where I am standing I count the trains, such gentle giants Oh wait! Who’s that gorgeous stranger passing?
8.
View 04:10
Is this town the place to be Around your house no thrust you see The lights are out Is this town where I should live Between the murk and certainty The lights are withering In this thin windowpane My eyes reflect the view
9.
The world is all about Seemingly happy People like me I want to hold hands With the first person ever

credits

released October 27, 2017

ANDRÉ SIMÃO electric bass · electric guitar on tracks 1, 5, 6, 7, 9 · keyboards on track 3 · piano on tracks 2, 5 · vocals
GRACIELA COELHO keyboards · vocals
PEDRO OLIVEIRA drums · percussion
RICARDO CIBRÃO electric guitar

FERNANDO RAMOS alto saxophone
ROMEU COSTA alto and baritone saxophone on tracks 1, 2, 4, 6, 7,
ALEXANDRINA SARAMAGO, ANA SOFIA VINTENA, JOSÉ FERNANDO VALE, NUNO AREIA and RITA FERNANDES vocals on tracks 1, 2, 4, 8, 9

All tracks written by ANDRÉ SIMÃO, GRACIELA COELHO, PEDRO OLIVEIRA and RICARDO CIBRÃO
Saxophone arrangements written by ANDRÉ SIMÃO
Vocal ensemble arrangements written by NUNO AREIA
Lyrics by ANDRÉ SIMÃO

Recorded, mixed and produced by NELSON CARVALHO at Estúdios Valentim de Carvalho · Paço de Arcos, PT
Mastered by ANDY VANDETTE at Andy Vandette Mastering · New York, USA
Saxophone and choir recordings by JOSÉ ARANTES at our rehearsal room

Photography by ANDRÉ TENTUGAL
Styling by CARLA PONTES
Design by GRACIELA COELHO

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