Postcards - Flowers in Your Hair (Official video)

Опубликовано 8 мая 2022, 21:00

From our album After the Fire, Before the End, out 15/10/21 on t3 records (Berlin).
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Edited by Rachel Tabet: "Whenever I have some time on my hands, I like to browse audiovisual archival collections online. One of my favorite resources is Archive.org, which is a non-profit library with an expansive collection of historical and home videos. As someone who works with archival collections, watching footage of random people is a coping mechanism. It’s a reminder that others too, have made it through disasters."

References
From the Prelinger Archives
[Texas City, Texas Explosion]
archive.org/details/0381_Texas...

[Home Movies: Mahoning Valley Collection, Roll 23: Western Travels]
archive.org/details/0371_HM_Ma...

Home movie: 001210: 1930s California family camping
archive.org/details/001210_202...

Home Movie: 10815: Family Scenes
archive.org/details/10815_brt4...

Home movie: 000587: 1950s winter wedding and pet budgie
archive.org/details/000587_202...

[Home Screen Topics, No. 1 -27]
archive.org/details/2150_Home_...

Home Movie: 97120: Unidentified
archive.org/details/97120_hm_u...

From the Stock Footage collection
British Hydrogen Bomb Explosion
archive.org/details/CEP140

Hydrogen Bomb Test
archive.org/details/CEP_00_032

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Music composed and performed by Postcards.
Words by Julia Sabra.
Recorded, mixed, and co-produced by Fadi Tabbal at Tunefork Studios, Beirut.
Mastered by Heba Kadry, NYC.

Lyrics:
I saw you there
with your black boyish hair
you were told it would save on water in the war
but it was to avoid the stares of curious boys
You didn’t have a choice
it was better than having your tongue turn to ashes

Five little girls
born and raised on holy words
surrounded by those who could not see
they played hide and seek
while it rained metal on concrete
Where could they hide?

Five little girls
seldom seen and rarely heard
walk out into the world
Where could they hide?

I saw you there
with flowers in your hair
and your tongue had turned to ashes