
Credits:

João Gonçalves - Bass, guitars, spoken word and finger snaps 
Eka Sanjaya - Lead guitar
Tomé Palla and Alyssa Placência- Vocals 
Mario Venditti - Drums

Lyrics :

Conflicting harmonies 
Distopyan present 
I ve seen this city go through changes 
Dangerous arrangements 
The conundrum of
An organic design 

Its fucking endless 

A little bit of this and a little bit of that 
Born into the last  European  century 
Fascists,  maoists 
Suitcases of history 
I Love fucking history 

Its not about what, who, which but how many
How many listen 
To the state killing god
To people becoming People 

We overthrowed religion 

Old habits die hard they are rooted
Deluded 
21st century 
Empires still moving 
Digital slavery 
Its confusing 
Just keep on moving 
To the beat 
Real slow
To the beat

It's funny how the past sometimes comes to haunt you and sometimes it comes to save you

In a heartbeat 
In a heartbeat 

We're movin'

Power rearrangements 
2022 by now everyone is famous 
Colective dance moves 
Seducing the beat 
To the click, to the bip , to the IG 

Streaming semiotic power semantics 
Faceless nations
Weapons of emancipation turning back at you 
Nothing is real and nothing is permitted  
I'm starting to talk just like the ancients 

We're  movin'

Murdering history It's a form of madness 
As the coffin awaits us 
on the screen looking into the sadness

This game is fixed 
I got no time
We're movin'

It's fucking endless
I'm restless 

This game is fixed 
I got no time
We're movin'

It's all about the sugar 

I fought long 
To be where I am
I fought long to be your man 
No matter how hard its is 
its the truth that sets you free
Come on everybody 
Let's end this misery 

...

Recorded @ H.S.Studios Macau 
Mixed and mastered @ H.S.Studios Lisbon

Dangerous Arrangements

Organic, Relaxing and meditative track filled with organic sounds of Nature.

Stormy Night

A track from a little-known group, from the TV channel "Gameland TV" heading "annealing" from the game "Alone in the dark" 

whynotme-happymeal

One More Time Before The Sun Eats The Earth

Bald For Bald

I reach the shore 
No one around
I see birds there
There must be more
I remember that 
I opened the door
I was pulled by the tide 
The others died
This is the war

When I was young 
My dad told me
Study at school
Practice rugby
Find a good girl 
And get married
You will have kids

But God only knows 
Why the hell I chose 
To join the navy 
And do my duty
It's you Debbie, 
At least, maybe, 
Who pushed me so hard 
To run far from thee.

I build a shelter 
With floated wood
I'm so tired 
But I can't sleep for good
The first night is hard
I miss my dad.
I'm so lost here

When I was young 
My dad told me
Study at school
Practice rugby
Find a good girl 
And get married
You will have kids

But God only knows 
Why the hell I chose 
To join the navy 
And do my duty
It's you Debbie, 
At least, maybe, 
Who pushed me so hard 
To run far from thee.

The Island

im feeling like prince Caspian on sea
dawn treading it with glee

seven deadly sins on the wind
greed for the need to see it bleed
gluttony for the insatiable hunger to breed
sloth cause i like it chilled and frothed
envy for the heavenly on high crofts
lust for Lara tomb raiding womb scraping
pride full to bursting balls high and drying
wrath of the reaper inhaling straight ether
a fanatical preacher elitist defeater
you best believe id be here eeking it out
just flouncing about holding it stout
bitches bouncing about the clout i can tout
overflowing out the spout, encroaching the grout
at the top of the mount, higher then you can count
you elementary tarrying lounging like larry
real lizardly walking across the water no hes not jerry
its just a jesus lizard moving quick at quite the clip
his toes even dip? thuggin through the ferns hes outta bounds
past the cocaine jungle camps and shipping himself out the amazon
i know you piss bottle collectors like to bang, turn up in the warehouse
so your house where? i flip the script i double chip on each shoulder
cool it with ya ranch ass flavor im sweet and spicy to savor
were all slaves here in America, we sell the lie of being free
were the entertainment fee. the convenience see, no lack of fast food
on every corner till the corner comes clotted arteries son.
impulsive doesn't even describe it. nicotine sugar in a stick
making you sick
so you collapse for a grand and here the we wooos taking you to the vip store
where its 300 at the entrance and 800 more if the salesman in the white coat
tickles your scrote and tells you all about how lucky your are to be alive

 patch you up
so you can pay off your debt to the white power wait i meant tower the church the holy hospital
cant you see the bedfellows? fancy car ornaments that preach at the podium geriatric msnbc
tell you of how their profits be doing and you can buy in.
 if you wanna risk it go ahead and pay 
for their illicit game you'll forever stay.
guess reality was just a name. sold to a vr company thats gonna rearrange the frame.
it cant be that lame. to be tamed domesticated and docilzed our fossilized form despised
so much potential squandered wandered and laundered and iron pressed looking fresh.
this is just my specialty leaving your mind with a fatality.
just illuminate it with you cant see
you just have to feel when its real.

White Tower (Prod. District Lost)

An excursion into mystical hills with ethereal voices and (slightly) dramatic drumming.

Moonlit Vale

Thousand Times

This track is from the Beats Working album Electroman and is available for purchase online.

Arranged and produced by John Hardman

Vocals guitars and keys JH.

(c)(p) Swamp Music UK & Swamp Records UK for all territories.

Here in the City by Beats Working (John Hardman)

This track is from the album Exaggerate and is available online. Song and production by John Hardman.
JH - vocals and guitars.
(c)(p) Swamp Music Uk & Swamp Records Uk for all territories.

Thousand Times

Sonva

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