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Winter Songs

Fecha de publicación:
4 abril 2002

Formato:
EP (funda de cartón)

Discográfica:
Dusty Roses Records

  1. Here She Comes
  2. Just Like Yesterday
  3. Paris
  4. Take Me (* de Rainy Days and Broken Hearts)

Grabado en directo el 19 de enero de 2002 en Bunker Estudios por Alberto Rionda.

Mezclado y masterizado el 20 y el 27 de enero de 2002 por Alberto Rionda y Jorge Otero.

Fotografía y diseño por Carlos Garna.

Producido por Jorge Otero y Alberto Rionda.

La banda

Jorge Otero, Marco Álvarez, Mario Fueyo, Dani Menéndez, Borja Brañanova

Nuestro primer EP

Siempre hemos proclamado nuestro amor por el formato (Extended Play), y éste fue el primero que editamos. Las canciones pedían un aire de grabación en directo en el estudio, así que eso es exactamente lo que hicimos. El EP tiene algo de contenido multimedia (que probablemente no funciona en ningún ordenador actual) que incluía el vídeo de «Take Me».

Letras

"Winter Songs" - letras (click para abrir)

Here She Comes

“Come to me, be my dream
Take me where I want to be
I promise, I won’t change anything

Nothing’s real, all we see
Is just characters and scenes
Tomorrow we’ll figure out what it means”

And here she comes
I can’t stay away
Desire flows along my veins
And there she goes
She won’t fade away
She’s just another ghost
Inside my head

Tried to run, tried to hide
Tried to build a fence with scars
But nothing could keep her out of sight

And I think of all the places I should’ve gone
While I’m rowing in my lonesome rock’n’roll boat
With no friends, no lovers, no luggage
But my songs

And here she comes
I can’t stay away
Desire flows along my veins
And there she goes
She won’t fade away
She’s just another ghost
Inside my head

And I’m dying to burn
My fingers with her flesh
I’m still trying to keep
Her pictures in my head

And here she comes
I can’t stay away
Desire flows along my veins
And there she goes
She won’t fade away
She’s just another ghost
Inside my head

Just Like Yesterday

Cold rain falls over my face as I walk by
A pretty little girl talking on her cell phone
The sidewalk’s too slippery for my cowboy boots
And I forgot my umbrella at some ex-girlfriend’s home

And the evening sky is gray
And the rain keeps slowly falling down
Just like yesterday

I pass a small café, I see the same small crowd
Talking the same small-talk about the same small town
I want to hit the road, I need to see the sunshine
Get lost inside my head and try to find my new song

And the evening turns to night
See the raindrops on the streetlights
Sha la la la la

And tomorrow’s sky’ll be gray
And the rain’ll keep slowly falling down
Just like yesterday

I walk on, watching people live their winter lives
I walk on, searching for my winter song again
Just like yesterday

Paris

We finally made it to Paris
It was our last chance
To explore the ruins
Of what had been our love
And watch them fall apart
As we crashed into each other
In that small room
In rue Beauregard

Now look at me
Alone at this bar
With half a beer
Half-drunk, I feel my sadness
Turns to fear
It’s getting harder to face
Harder to face that you’re not here

The soft breeze of the summer
The colors on the streets
Walking along the Seine
With the doubt creeping in
You disappeared again
You moved out of my world
A lonely night with you
Nothing could be worse

Tonight I walk the streets
Stare for hours at your window
Half in tears
I finally get home before my madness
Feels too real
It’s getting harder to face
Harder to face that you’re not here

And then I wake up
And it’s Sunday
And it’s raining once again…
And you’re not here

Créditos

Letra y música: Jorge Otero

Discografía

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