Postcards2.38 тыс
Опубликовано 7 сентября 2017, 7:13
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The first single off our album 'I'll be here in the morning', out January 26th, 2018 via Ruptured (Lebanon) and T3 Records (Germany).
Video filmed and edited by Camille Cabbabe.
Special thanks to Tania Ingea, Fadi Tabbal, and Nessim Stevenson.
Song composed, arranged and performed by Postcards (Rany Bechara, Julia Sabra, Pascal Semerdjian and Marwan Tohme). Words by Julia Sabra.
Mixed, recorded and engineered by Fadi Tabbal at Tunefork Studios, Lebanon. Mastered by Lopazz at Mixmastering, Germany.
Produced by Postcards and Fadi Tabbal.
Lyrics:
White chalk melting into the ground where we stood, and felt the dust turn in our eyes
The sun strips this city bare, stars pale here, and there’s the tallest building in the world
We’re just passing through this place, all our punches go to waste
Watch the hours go down the drain
Twenty floors we’re up in space, the speeding cars keep me awake
but they don’t seem to trouble you
Bolt down the doors
Close the shutters hold me close
All the bright lights left me cold
As the night turns into day, everything falls into place, yet I dream of nothing new
Looking out it’s all the same, cities hung on swinging cranes, I watch them float away
Bolt down the doors,
Close the shutters hold me close
All the bright lights left me cold
iTunes: goo.gl/uTPvoh
Spotify: goo.gl/smgkxH
Vinyl/CD: goo.gl/8utJu1
The first single off our album 'I'll be here in the morning', out January 26th, 2018 via Ruptured (Lebanon) and T3 Records (Germany).
Video filmed and edited by Camille Cabbabe.
Special thanks to Tania Ingea, Fadi Tabbal, and Nessim Stevenson.
Song composed, arranged and performed by Postcards (Rany Bechara, Julia Sabra, Pascal Semerdjian and Marwan Tohme). Words by Julia Sabra.
Mixed, recorded and engineered by Fadi Tabbal at Tunefork Studios, Lebanon. Mastered by Lopazz at Mixmastering, Germany.
Produced by Postcards and Fadi Tabbal.
Lyrics:
White chalk melting into the ground where we stood, and felt the dust turn in our eyes
The sun strips this city bare, stars pale here, and there’s the tallest building in the world
We’re just passing through this place, all our punches go to waste
Watch the hours go down the drain
Twenty floors we’re up in space, the speeding cars keep me awake
but they don’t seem to trouble you
Bolt down the doors
Close the shutters hold me close
All the bright lights left me cold
As the night turns into day, everything falls into place, yet I dream of nothing new
Looking out it’s all the same, cities hung on swinging cranes, I watch them float away
Bolt down the doors,
Close the shutters hold me close
All the bright lights left me cold
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