1. |
Patio
04:09
|
|||
|
Take me to the patio like right now. Take me to the story and back. Forget all the stairs and the lines you've showed. But now it's been seven years since you've been home. Yeah you know what went down. When tensions surfaced over you? At a house you rarely went to? No? Like, once in a while. I want to set this right. You'll be my only dad. You listened all the same things too many times. Your parents collection of stamps. Yeah you were proud about all the vintage shirts, collectibales and distinctual memorabilia. Yeah you were right. Proud. All this moments. You asked me about how things were and usual presentations. All this silence before we both got it. You were proud 'pa. You are proud. Don’t be shy. You've set it right no need to show. A parent. A present. Tarantula. They were kids and you. Seven of you. We all know how it looks. We know we don't need show. They too should have had your love. You were the eldest. Salvation memories. So should love be a right? I watch it on TV and I’m reminded by and feels right. It's your home and those were the pictures that they took of you. So now that was your only home and that was the last picture that they took.
|
||||
2. |
Hum House
03:36
|
|||
|
Lay it down, turn it down, in slow motion... tell. Don't watch your tone. You'll be already lovely. Into the internet or into the sand… I walk slow. To take some time out of it all. All over. All of it. Oh… (Estás como sin pensar ni estar) Oh can you spare some change? Take me into my bed, carelessly and put me to sleep in a second. Lying again on our bed. And Death was like a Visionary. You'll be down too. You're all lovely. I'm down like a spear. At your grandma's house with the TV on I was not much of a boar. But not once said so on my cellphone…
|
||||
3. |
||||
|
I won’t write it so, bread use. As worse as I can for you. You lost your will to live again. Like a landfall. Open up all your hills, there’s no one to be ashamed of. You don’t want to be the scar that changes lanes all the time. It lost your will. You lost your will. Again. Like God's second afterthoughts now it remains all clear. Like all the faces that I am... they’re... I am... all silly. For me this life means I lost my will to love your voice inside. Like a voice inside that pulls inside and tries inside and everyway just to live here agaaaaaaaaaaain. So long, to living…
|
||||
4. |
Soy Dichoso
03:19
|
|||
|
Soy dichoso cuando me tiro un rato con la televisión. Que lastima que no hay nada. Te deja mal. Pero sí. En un infomercial encontré el amor. Sí. No witness. No one to see. I want no one to see. Solo y sin más. Solo en el sillón.
|
||||
5. |
Flame #2
05:02
|
|||
|
Hold on. Hold on. Hold on. Now. No say! No fairy tale! No toll. Gotta but won’t. Of course I have a Faith. Angelical road. Right here. If I can let go you know I won’t? If I get to know I won’t show up? It’s good. Sail alone. Swim away. Alone. For One. And you are the if I get to know, really I won’t? Oh really man? Didn't get the memo? Oh really? Oh really? Like a tic toe, like a walk around the park. Why die? All you see is flawless! When would I have known? All you see is flawless! All this is his presence! All this is his call alone. Colides with none. This life’s far out. Can you see? Tries only what you can hadle and won’t choke you and won't leave you alone. We are all in it.
|
||||
6. |
||||
|
When I lost my home, well, I didin't have to wait for long. Inspired by you. For you. Inspired, inspired again. Butit will take too long, but of course I'll try. But it's the only dream I have and it's inspired by you. By you. I won't. I don't even have to try to wait for it. I'll wait. By the colors of the road I know I am heading home. By the looks of it I know I'll restart. I'll continue. By you. It's all inspired by you.
|
||||
7. |
El Lodo
04:36
|
|||
|
No pude apagar la lampara. Es un hecho. No hay algún ungüento... no hay sustento. No hay razón. Me es imposible ver cuanto hay. Y el lodo. Algo malo en mí. Algo hay malo en mí. Algo amago en mí. El lodo.
|
||||
8. |
El Tren
06:04
|
|||
|
Refringir un lugar de más. Nada más. Entrar, solo vas. En tu tos en la mañana y sobre mi cara la noche no se acaba. Unas veces veo el aire en tu rostro de un sola comida. Temprano, de locos. Con tu suerte me peleé. Una mente corriente. Un escape en tren. Temprano es tan de locos. Tu suerte como un solo pie. Una mente corriente atrofiada. Una mente corriente entruncada. Una asfixia va a ser a posible. Una asfixia que asfixie el corazón. Que asfixia! . En tu tos de la mañana y sobre mi cara la noche no se acaba.
|
||||
9. |
Away From Time
02:50
|
|||
|
Always away from time. Look all those things that needed so much time. Always around it opens your eyes. Away from time and La Cena. One I couldn't eat anymore. Take my car and look, punch the tire before I go. It's all so innocent looking. A pretty drive. Oh no! - the road went nowhere. Oh no the wheel couldn't trace the right line. Oh man there's go my esposo. It's now all inside of me. All the metal plates. Tell em it wasn't a accident... or else... or something. Keep it natural. By the looks of it you are terrific at this. Away from time. This could happen anywhere. Metal plates.
|
||||
10. |
||||
|
I've been to quietly Describe. Almost nothing to hide you'd be surprised. Attempting to look indiside. Looks nice. I'll try to take y'all home. I rarely wear this sweater. Inside the warm seems warmer. Like it was just worn by your line. You are really special. You are undoubtfuly full of air and warmth. A home within. It's the dream, the middle of the dream where I describe things.
|
||||
11. |
||||
|
Call me it’s been too long you’ve been saying it would be soon. I want to live for tomorrow. So close of a friend. I never, ever see you. 2005 we met. Like a moment you thought in the wrong order. Like a moment that started just alrigt. I will always love you. Go away but don’t cockblock my life. Ready to go. I’m ready to join the Work Force. Ready to join the phone mombo jumbo. Take my word. It really brings great sadness. Like I could first visit the space and then hang with you like we used to. Like a waterfall. It’s part of being ugly and old. Take it with a pinch of salt. How it goes? This song? I can’t even sing.
|
||||
12. |
Sobre Como Nos Trataron
03:05
|
|||
|
Sobre como nos trataron. Sobre como nos tratamos. Sobre como lo logramos. Sobre todo los sueños. Sobre todas las cosas. Una magnitud... una solicitud... que magnitud, que magnitud de problema, magnitud de gratificación... de protesta. Que magnitud de solución, la mente en tu cara. En tu mente, en tu cara. Que gran problema. Cielos, que gran problema.
|
||||
13. |
||||
|
Here's the thing we started out friends. It was cool, but it was all pretend. Since you been gone. You're dedicated, you took the time. Wasn't long till I called you mine. And all you'd ever hear me say. Is how I picture me with you. That's all you'd ever hear me say. But since you been gone I can breathe for the first time.
I'm so moving on! Thanks to you now I get what I want! How can I put it? You put me on. I even fell for that stupid love song
How come I've never heard you say I just want to be with you?
Guess you never felt that way!
|
||||
14. |
||||
|
No es por pedir una más, perdón, a los ojos, pedirles a los ojos. Y pude verlo. Como soñando no puedes evitar ver el valor... Y Usted cómo sueña, como un vibrador que ocurre a diario?. Ocurre a diario. No puedes averiguar el valor para ver si existe una colución al problema. Una necesidad o un sueño. Una raza mutilada. Lo encontré abierto... es como un calendario que ocurre a diario. Lo encontré ebrio y cansado, deshidratado. Mi rostro parece alumbrar. Hay viene alguien más…
|
||||
15. |
Ghost Town @ 4 A.M
03:26
|
|||
|
I'm living. I'll live down... Down, here. I love to sing. How to talk though? I love your sight. How? In the middle of the night. How could you've been so right? How? In the middle of the night? Bye. I am telling you. Bye. Tell me how. When it goes into rock-mode I'll co-live my hands, my nouns. You would know. How do you find all these petty lines? Leo! you were fake as fuck. (So right so vile) In my head and then it goes away. Well I can call you- I could write. Speak and tell yet but no reasons why. They won’t show up. I came and stared into the mirror: it's like a ghost town. I'd just like you to have a good time.
|
||||
16. |
Flame #3
04:02
|
|||
Manuel Armidas Yellowknife, Northwest Territories
Est. 2011. A song diary by Manu Armida. Music for friends and family.
Currently based
in Yellowknife (Dene Nation), Northwest Territories / Kanada.
Los Manuel Armidas - Full "band"
Manuel Armida-Honner - Audio Documentary
Manuel Armidas - the OG flavour.
For more sounds:
linktr.ee/manuarmida
... more
If you like Manuel Armidas, you may also like:
Stirring Americana set to acoustic arrangements and topped by the legendary Alice Gerrard’s lovely, world-wise voice.
go to album
Mbavaira
by Ephat Mujuru & the Spirit of the People
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 29, 2021
go to album
Sweet Moments of Confusion
by Sweet Moments of Confusion
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jun 11, 2013
go to album
Sorry I'm So Sensitive
by Bea Stewart
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed.
go to album
The Room
by Fabiano do Nascimento & Sam Gendel
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 9, 2024
go to album
Michelle Stodart’s folk music captures hope in melancholy, addressing the transformational aspects of the most challenging times.
go to album
Veneer (20th Anniversary Deluxe Edition)
by José González
featured on Bandcamp Radio Aug 29, 2023
go to album
