Physical Cd with previously unreleased photographs plus 2 bonus tracks. Including notes y Fernando Garcin, short stories, photos and drawings. Credits and bio.
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DIABLO QUE ESPERA. (Spanish & English story)
Ya ni te acordarás pero escribí este poema para no olvidarte. O me inspiraste este poema para que me recordaras. Una especie de no te olvides que no me acuerdo. Desde els Ullals a Torrefiel. El traje del Diablo que sienta bien cuando ya oscurece. El País de la Primera Vez. Aires de chanson, por supuesto, pero yo quería una guitarra eléctrica sucia e intensa, y Jared lo entendió a la primera. Luego escribí una estrofa adicional para que la cantara mi voz favorita, Raquel G. Fas y ella completó esa réplica femenina adaptándose maravillosamente a un reto difícil. Oh, Jared se dio cuenta de mi alusión a Proust (a quien los dos amamos) y me preguntó qué me parecía Vysotski. Ah fiero Владимир…
You won’t remember this but I wrote this song so I won’t forget you. Or else you inspired me these words so you will remember me. Kind of: don’t forget I can’t remember. From Els Ullals to Torrefiel. The devil’s dress that suits me when is getting dark. The Land of The Very First Time. Sounds and chords of French chanson, yes, but I wanted a dirty intense electric guitar and Jared Estes understood this pretty well and made a great work. Then I wrote an additional verse to be sung by one of my favorite female voices, my dear Raquel G. Fas, who recorded her part prodigiously. Oh, he, Jared, noticed my reference to Proust (we both love him) and he also talked to me about Vysotski. Ah fiero Владимир…
Fernando Garcin, 2019.
lyrics
DIABLO QUE ESPERA
Desde tus ojos de azotea
cae todo en pendiente
de muchos grados y de frente
No dejamos nada para el día siguiente
Cómo llegar vivo en bicicleta
desde els Ullals a Torrefiel
Y hay días que me quedo mirando
a la pared que sangra y tiene sed
y guardo al santo en la nevera
y el diablo me espera
en el país de la primera vez
Creo que el mundo sale de tu ombligo
cuando sueltas en carrera el estribo
Oyes lo que no digo
sientes lo que no escribo
Traes la paz y la locura
dos venenos que no tienen cura
Y hay días que me quedo mirando
a la pared que sangra y tiene sed
y guardo al santo en la nevera
y el diablo me espera
en el país de la primera vez (bis)
Estrofa voz femenina:
He tomado la bastilla
para luego dejarla sola
Mi puerta no es de nadie
No puedes atrapar mi ola
Llego pronto y río contigo
y me voy con mi osamenta
Ten calma y vive con alma
Yo soy el frío y el abrigo
que te inventan en el país
de la primera vez
Has dejado suelta la revuelta
Te has llevado la llave de la puerta
En el reloj no hay manecillas
Las arrancas de una pieza
Para tu pelo tengo dos horquillas
Para perder tengo la cabeza
Camino libre y sin patria
por la memora de Balbec
Y guardo el santo en la nevera
y llevo el traje del diablo
que te espera en el país
de la primera vez
(c) Fernando Garcin. Copyrighted.
THE DEVIL THAT WAITS
From your flat roof eyes
nothing is planned
everything slopes down
steeply and ahead
Nothing is left for the next day
Like getting alive riding the bike
from Els Ullals to Torrefiel *
And there are days I stay looking at
the bleeding and thirsty wall
And I keep the saint in the fridge
and the devil waits for me
in the land of the very first time
I think the world spots out from your navel
when you let the stirrup out while running
You hear what I don’t say
feel what I don’t write
Bring peace and madness
Two poisons without a cure
And there are days I stay looking at
the bleeding and thirsty wall
And I keep the saint in the fridge
and the devil waits for me
in the land of the very first time
Female Singer verse:
I've taken the Bastille
to then leave her alone
My door is not from anyone
You cannot catch my wave
I arrive soon and I laugh with you
then I'm leaving with my bones
Be calm and live with soul
I am the cold and the coat
that you invent in the land
of the very first time
You have let the revolt go loose
and have taken the key away
This clock has no hands
You tear them once and for all
I’ve got two forks for your hair
and have my head to be lost
walking free without a homeland
for the memories of Balbec**
And there are days I stay looking at
the bleeding and thirsty wall
And I keep the saint in the fridge
and the devil waits for me…
* (working class neighborhoods in Valencia)
**(Village from Proust’s books when he met Albertine)
(c) Fernando Garcin
credits
from DAYS OF THE FALL (Sin Detenerse),
released May 5, 2019
Music & Lyrics by Fernando Garcin:
Fernando Garcin: vocals.
Raquel G. Fas: vocals
Jared Estes: electric guitar
Mixed and produced by Freddy Garson and Daniel Fernández
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