Color Bleed, I

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Blue light shining from their window panes
Keeps them quiet, keeps them sane
Meanwhile moonshine guides me on my way
To my own alienation game

    Projected light
    A moment shared
    A different life across the square
    'Cause in every frame, it's always there
    'Cause in every frame, it's always there
    What a way to end a day

Fading memories hanging on my wall
Better times that I can't recall
I move on but they keep standing there
That smiling face, I wish I knew, I swear

    The captured light
    A moment spared
    Inverted view inside the square
    'Cause in every frame, it's always there
    'Cause in every frame, it's always there
    What a way to save a day

    'Cause in every frame, it's always there
    What a way to end a day

        Be aware, my friend
        It may scare, but it's not the intent
        People change like colors bleed
        In the mean time
        We proceed
Hisham: vocals; electric guitar; organ; keys
Chico Pereira: acoustic guitar
Roberto Coutinho: piano
Jean Schmith: bass guitar
Intro at train station recorded by Chico Pereira
Electronic drums programmed by Hisham, Roberto Coutinho
Exit soundscape recorded by freesound.org user KarlSalamander,
licensed under a Creative Commons Sampling Plus 1.0 License.




"The last known speaker of Akkala Sami died on December 29, 2003,
and it is now extinct."

— Wikipedia page on the Akkala Sami language

The Last Speaker

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Well, it must be a silent life
to hear her sigh only in your mind
He said "lately, a certain kind
of beyondness has taken over my life"
And it left me wondering why,
and what it meant, and what it must be like

    When no one knows your accent
    And no one knows your slang
    When no one gets the reference
    And no one feels the same

        If no one remembers, did it really happen?
        If no one can see it, is it really there?
        Last remaining speaker of this dying language,
        How to say these words that I have never heard you say?

And whenever I need to hide
I put on those glasses and then I'm free to cry
And I'll always hear inside your words of advice
'Cause now I know what's like

    When no one knows your accent
    And no one knows your slang
    When no one gets the reference
    And no one feels the same

        If no one remembers, did it really happen?
        If no one can see it, is it really there?
        Last remaining speaker of this dying language,
        How to say these words that I have never heard you say?
Dooyrt Ballooilley rish: "Vel ny partanyn snaue, Joe?" "Cha nel monney, cha nel monney," dooyrt Joe. "T'ad feer ghoan."Ned Maddrell, the last native speaker of the Manx language
When nobody knows your accent When nobody knows your slang When nobody gets the reference When nobody feels the same If no one remembers, did it really happen? If no one can see it, is it really there? If nothing can help it, does it even matter? If there's no tomorrow, then why not today? And if there's no answer, then is it a question? And if you can't hear me, then why do I sing? Last remaining speaker of this dying language How to say I love you in your language, anyway?
Hisham: vocals; electric guitar; synthesizer
Chico Pereira: electric guitar
Luciano Skizo: bass guitar
Roberto Coutinho: organ
Gustavo Moreira: drums
Super-8 projector sample recorded by freesound.org user Paracelsus,
licensed under a Creative Commons Sampling Plus 1.0 License.
Recording of Edward "Ned" Maddrell by Brian Stowell,
used under permission of the Manx Heritage Foundation.

Untrue

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I could be untrue to you
To anyone, to everyone if I had to
I could run through all the pages
And go straight to see how it ends
Would it tear you apart?
I could be you
But everytime you walked away
I'd never have the heart to hear you say
I do

I could wait for you tonight
I might, still
We could leave it all behind
I will
But only if we give ourselves the chance
If you lower the defense
I could reach so high
But every word in every song
Keeps breaking you into my home

    Reaching for the light, no more second-guesses
    Searching for a rhyme for unspoken tensions
    Waiting for a time nothing's left unanswered
    Hoping for a sign, nothing else is left at all
    But we're waiting for the call
    Something that will tell which way to ride
    As we are learning to get by

    Nothing else is left at all
    But we're waiting for the call
    Something that will tell which way to ride
    As we are learning to get by
Hisham: vocals; acoustic and electric guitar; viola caipira; drums and percussion
Jean Schmith: bass guitar
Chico Pereira: backing vocals
Coin recorded by Roberto Coutinho

Keeping a Secret

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It's all right if you don't love me
but it's not right if you do and won't tell me so
Because it's crystal clear that you still think of me
In this case then what am I supposed to do

    That's not right
    Will our beloved illusion ever shine?
    A secret that we share, that we hide
    from each other, from ourselves

I told you I could not hold it anymore
And now you wonder if I'm going for the truth
For long I've been fine with living in my dreams
But it's easy to see that I am losing you

    That's not right
    Will our beloved illusion ever shine?
    A secret that we share, that we hide
    from each other, from ourselves

    solo: Chico Pereira

    That's not right
    Will our beloved illusion ever shine?
    A secret that we (used to) share, that we hide
    from each other, from ourselves

Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves
Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves
Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves
Keeping a secret from, a secret from ourselves
Keeping
Hisham: vocals; electric guitar; synthesizer
Chico Pereira: electric guitar
Roberto Coutinho: synthesizer
Jean Schmith: bass guitar
Gustavo Moreira: drums




"Absence in love is like water upon fire;
a little quickens, but much extinguishes it."

— Hannah More

Color Bleed, II

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Like castles made of sand,
Like shapes in clouds
Like water upon fire
Pouring down

Like breaking an old pact
Like falling out
Like falling in ----
...a trap that you've made sleepwalking
You're just tricking yourself

    Be aware, my friend,
    It may scare, but it's not the intent
    People change like colors bleed
    As I sense a shade of you in me

    solo: Hisham

Like getting along well
Like doing fine
Then suddenly breaking
(Suddenly breaking)
Suddenly breaking — just in time

Like meanings we give to words
Misread, misheard
Like failing to see the point in the song
But still sing along

    Be aware, my friend,
    it may scare, ain't that the sole intent?
    People change like colors bleed
    As I sense
    a shade
    of you
    in me
Hisham: vocals; piano; acoustic, electric and bass guitar; percussion
Chico Pereira: backing vocals
Gustavo Moreira: drums; backing vocals
Intro soundscape recorded by freesound.org user Vedas,
licensed under a Creative Commons Sampling Plus 1.0 License.
<i>"Tomorrow we mourn / all the beauty that evades / our senses today" — Howard Hall

Blood, Sweat and Tears

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On blood and sweat and tears we fought our fight
Not for one moment we put faith aside
We sailed across the seas of words and tried
to bring those of our own, to make it through the line

    When the shadows intended to fall over us
    Then we managed to hold to the things that we trust
    When the shadows intended to fall over all that we feared
    We stood strong and persevered

On blood and sweat and tears we lived our days
Our aims were not too clear as we braved the haze
For days and months and years we stood our stride
You thought you rode the wave, you were dragged by the tide

    When the shadows intended to fall over us
    Then we managed to hold to the things that we trust
    When the shadows intended to fall over all that we feared
    We stood strong and persevered

(Blood and sweat and tears)
We lived our days on blood
(Blood and sweat and tears)
We lived our days on sweat
(Blood and sweat and tears)
We lived our days on tears that we won't regret, no more
Hisham: vocals; viola caipira
Emilio Bemvenuti: backing vocals; acoustic guitar
Luciano Skizo: acoustic bass guitar
Gustavo Moreira: backing vocals; cajón

Crossfire

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Been chosen, cannot resign
Accept with consternation
Your future is well defined
Days lost in preparation
But you are not sure

You lost her, now go find
Look for her everywhere you go
You don't know which way to find
Just don't step past the fields or else it will...

Been chosen, cannot resign
Carry on your ancestry
You're born with a past behind
But you're afraid you don't believe
You are not sure of what is to come

    You don't know exactly what she meant by saying all those words
    and you sincerely hope it doesn't mean she's gonna go away
    Every time you turn around and walk away somehow you get the
    feeling that you'll never ever gonna get to see her again
    See her again
        But you could never face the fire
        And so you fight against desire
        It makes you feel just like a liar
        Just like walking down the wire
        But you cannot live in denial
        There is nowhere left to hide, no
        You know you have to defy it
        But you are standing in crossfire
    When you decide
    you will find
    you cannot
    walk on
    When you decide
    you will find
    you cannot
    let go
You never got to decide
If that's what you wanted to be
They've chosen which is your side
In a war you don't even see
You are not sure of what is to come

    You don't know exactly what she meant by saying all those words
    and you sincerely hope it doesn't mean she's gonna go away
    Every time you turn around and walk away somehow you get the
    feeling that you'll never ever gonna get to see her again
    To see her again
        But you could never face the fire
        And so you fight against desire
        It makes you feel just like a liar
        Just like walking down the wire
        But you cannot live in denial
        There is nowhere left to hide, no
        You know you have to defy it
        But you are standing in crossfire
    When you decide
    you will find
    you cannot
    walk on
    When you decide
    you will find
    you cannot
    let go
            When you're there you get the feeling that
            no other feeling will ever replace her in your heart
            When you're back you feel your spirit back
            into the prison, back into the chains, into the dark

            When you're there you get the feeling that
            no other feeling will ever replace her in your heart
            When you're there you get the feeling that
            no other feeling will ever take you higher
            But you are standing in crossfire
            
            solo: Chico Pereira, Jean Schmith, Hisham
Hisham: vocals; acoustic guitar; electric guitar; bowed bass
Chico Pereira: electric guitar; backing vocals
Jean Schmith: lap steel guitar
Roberto Coutinho: bass guitar
Gustavo Moreira: vocals; drums

Color Bleed, III

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The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window

The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
And sights keep sliding away
And thoughts look for a place to go

The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
And sights keep sliding away
And thoughts look for a place to go
Sometimes they just don't get along
Very well, I can tell, yes I know

The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
And sights keep sliding away
And thoughts look for a place to go
Sometimes they just don't get along
Very well, I can tell, yes I know
Even when we could not get along
We would keep on holding on
What for? What for? What for?
What for? What for? What for?

solo: Hisham
solo: Chico Pereira

The pencil stares at the page
The eyes, they stare past the window
My heart keeps running away
And thoughts look for a place to go
Sometimes they just don't get along
Very well
I can tell
Yes I know
Hisham: vocals; electric guitar; bass guitar
Chico Pereira: electric guitar; backing vocals
Gustavo Moreira: drums; backing vocals
Intro at train station recorded by Hisham




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Creative Commons Attribution - NonCommercial - ShareAlike 2.0 license.

Words and music by Hisham.
Recorded by Roberto Coutinho, assisted by Chico Pereira and Jean Schmith;
except "Color Bleed, III", recorded by Chico Pereira.
Mixed and mastered by Roberto Coutinho.
Recorded at AmpliStudio, São Leopoldo, RS, Brazil,
except "Keeping a Secret", recorded at AmpliStudio and
Coutinho's apartment, Porto Alegre, RS, Brazil.

Page design and coding by Hisham.
Uses the Cabin font by Pablo Impallari, licensed under the SIL Open Font License, 1.1
"then and now" by Howard Hall is licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC-SA 2.0.
"Post-it sticky note" by Peter B. is licensed under Creative Commons BY-NC 2.0.

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