Evripidis and his Tragedies – Bedrooms
Escuchar “Futile Games In Space And Time” es como leer un libro lleno de historias y sentimientos. No se ttrata de un trabajo convencional, sin embargo es un álbum brillante y lo mejor que he escuchado este año.
El álbum fue grabado entre Barcelona, Nueva York, y Atenas, mezclado por Charles Newman en Cottage Studios (Brooklyn), y masterizado por Philip Granqvist. Este álbum se ha publicado el 14 de marzo de 2016 vía Snap! Clap! + Canada Editorial + Inner Ear + Jigsaw.
La canción cuenta con la colaboración de Marisol Simó. Vídeo de Nicholas Prakas.
Letra:
A single ray of light
Creeps into the bedroom
It is far too late
Even by my standards
I refuse to open the shuts
And face the day
And I don´t care if the world
Has moved from it´s axis today
I have a long-distance call
From a heartbroken friend
Sounds familiar?
She´s spent the whole night crying
I do my best to cheer her up
Then I fall asleep again, I dream of you
Naked in my arms, It´s pure bliss
The phone rings again oh shit
Tt´s you, this joke is sick
Now I´m a bag of nerves
The part of my bed you used to occupy
Has turned into a no-man´s land
A parking lot for fags, books, magazines
And lonely dreams
Soon it will be dark
And I´ll feel brave enough to go outside
And join that other kind of people
Those who don´t live in their bedrooms
We all feel better after dusk
It´s easy to hide our fears
Ain´t o failures nor upsets
That can´t get drowned in a couple of beers
And for a while we are strong!
The part of my bed you used to occupy (used to occupy)
Has turned into a cheap motel room (just a motel room)
Random lovers spend the night
But breakfast isn´t included
There is nothing I´d wish more
Than sharing bedrooms again
To fall asleep while wrapping my arms
Around your slender frame
Wish I could get some sleep again
It ´already six a.m
Another slow day is dawning
This is not gonna last, I tell myself
Soon I´ll reach the bottom
And then the only way is up
I won´t be a train wreck any more
And from some kind of heaven
I´ll look down upon my bedroom days
My nights in the bars and you and I´ll laugh
But ´till then I can´t help from hiding (I can´t help from hiding)
Procrastinating endlessly (endlessly)
From staring at the walls of my bedroom
(There is nothing I´d wish more than sharing bedrooms again)
(There is nothing I´d wish more than sharing bedrooms again)
(There is nothing I´d wish more than sharing bedrooms again)
(There is nothing I´d wish more than sharing bedrooms again)
