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No night country
03:01
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Once upon a time,
a country without night.
The sad moon escaped with fireflies.
The stars are wandering
in search of darkness.
There are no candles in the sky
Once upon a time,
a country without night.
The sun is tired but it has to shine.
It dreams of having a small
and quiet eclipse.
A lonesome torch, up in the sky
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2. |
The flavour of you
05:34
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THE FLAVOUR OF YOU
Blue instants
And moonshine
The flavour of you
So simple,
Sweet words and kisses
The flavour of you
Looks of desire, tongues’ contact
Slow fingers, gentle hands
Inside of you, cover me.
We both together go the way,
we close our eyes only today
Inside of you forever and ever.
The flavour of you
Dreams at the seashore
And stars. Hot night.
The flavour of you
Moon, water...
We touch the sky
The flavour of you
Looks of desire, tongues’ contact
Slow fingers, gentle hands
Inside of you, cover me.
We both together go the way,
we close our eyes only today
Inside of you forever and ever.
The flavour of you
Forever and ever
the flavour of you
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SMALL STEPS FOR BIG ROADS
That was the day when I guessed that everything
you want to achieve
is so far from here.
I was convinced that luck would accompany me,
that would open the doors
and build my destiny.
I want to be nursed in the arms of my mother
forever.
I wish the road was flat
and shady.
Walking, walking to get there.
I get up very early and I prepare my backpack.
The cool breeze in the morning
spurred me.
I let my steps lead me to unknown paths
I let the rain
wash my face.
Any way is good if at last you find peace
and beauty.
I must be the one
Who gets there.
Walking, walking to get there.
Small steps for big roads.
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4. |
Olor de terra endins
05:24
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OLOR DE TERRA ENDINS
Olor de terra endins,
de terra mullada
i de bosc de pins.
Olor de terra treballada
entre els camins.
Color de barca, xarxa i cel,
de pell cremada,
de peix i de gel.
Color de mar encoratjada,
color blau de l’anhel.
Tu somrius i crides fort.
Ets com l’amor que neix del cor,
presonera del desconsol.
Ets un ocell que emprèn el vol.
Soroll de cop de mall,
soroll d’enclusa,
abans que canti el gall.
Remor dolça en la nit difusa.
Tacons que van al ball.
Gust de forn i de tupí,
de mel daurada,
de got de vi.
Gust de pell enamorada,
gust amarg del destí.
La teva veu és el fusell
que abat les portes del castell.
Ets el vent que mou el penell,
la força que pot vèncer aquest món vell.
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AppleSmellColour La Canonja, Spain
Prog Rock band from Tarragona.
- Lluís Barceló (guitar)
- Àngel Arroyo
'Loti' (bass)
- Marc Claramunt (drums)
- Pep Espasa (guitar, saxo and flute)
- Mo Espasa (piano, keyboards)
- Uri Mas (voice and guitar)
Our name is inspired by a poem written by Gabriel Ferrater.
"Without yearning, / the light is dying on us / that was honey-colored, and that now / has the apple smell colour"
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