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1.
03:50
2.
03:56
3.
03:33
4.
04:56
5.
05:46
6.
02:57
7.
8.
04:10
9.

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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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Track Name: Fur
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
Track Name: Slit
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
Track Name: Automatic
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
Track Name: Cut
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
Track Name: Nighthawks
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
Track Name: Turnover
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
Track Name: From this place where I am standing
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?
Track Name: View
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
Track Name: The first person ever
The world is all about
Seemingly happy
People like me
I want to hold hands
With the first person ever

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