Voz - Luiza Sales
Vibrafone - Lourenço Vasconcelos
Guitarra- Gustavo Pereira
Baixo - Marcelo Saboya
Bateria - Tiago de Souza 
Arranjo: Luiza Sales
Produção : Vinicius Castro

www.luizasales.com.br 

A Frio 

O que o coração pressente
A mente não vê
E a gente quando olha
Não se deixa enxergar

Nesse espelho não confio
Nem quero tentar
Me vejo de verdade
Se eu te vejo me olhar

A frio 
A seco
Agora
Sem desviar
Horas a fio

07 A Frio (Luiza Sales e Pedro Carneiro)

Gravado ao vivo por Matias Zibecchi
Mixagem por Vinicius Castro

A segunda temporada do Meninas do Brasil é uma co-produção Do Rio Filmes e Solares Produções com o apoio do Itaú Cultural através do edital Rumos.

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Heaven

It will be the past 
and we'll live there together.

Not as it was to live 
but as it is remembered.

It will be the past. 
We’ll all go back together.

Everyone we ever loved, 
and lost, and must remember.

It will be the past. 
And it will last forever.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Vocals: Maya Solovéy

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Heaven (feat. Maya Solovéy)

Falling

The truth is 
that I fall in love

so easily because 
it’s easy. It happens

a dozen times some days. 
I've lived whole lives,

had children, 
grown old, and died

in the arms of other women 
in no more time

than it takes the 2-train 
to get from City Hall

to Brooklyn, 
which always brings me

back to you: 
the only one

I fall in love with 
at least once every day—

not because 
there are no other

lovely women in the world, 
but because each time,

dying in their arms, 
I call your name.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Accordion: Vitor Gonçalves
Bass: Ryan Dugre
Drums: Jordan Rose
Vocals: Aaron David Gleason

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Falling (feat. Aaron David Gleason)

Everything
This is for everything left out in the rain. 
For all that rusts in the dew.

For the light of the long-extinct star and the hole 
in everything, everywhere it shines through.

This is for the splint and the chock and the shim 
always offering their wings, their faint prayer.

For the bucket of limbs at Shiloh. For the boy 
clutching a wound in the air.

This is for whatever, foredoomed and forsaken, 
makes and then fails to make do.

For my child’s stick-figure-filled-heaven. 
For the heavens we believed in once too.

This is for everything, everywhere turning to nothing. 
For the sun, and for me, and for you.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Accordion: Vitor Gonçalves
Bass: Ryan Dugre
Drums: Jordan Rose
Vocals: Kyla Quinn

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Everything (feat. Kyla Quinn)

Piano

Touched by your goodness, I am like 
that grand piano we found one night on Willoughby 
that someone had smashed and somehow 
heaved through an open window.

And you might think by this I mean I’m broken 
or abandoned, or unloved. Truth is, I don’t 
know exactly what I am, any more 
than the wreckage in the alley knows 
it’s a piano, filling with trash and yellow leaves.

Maybe I’m all that’s left of what I was. 
But touching me, I know, you are the good 
breeze blowing across its rusted strings.

What would you call that feeling when the wood, 
even with its cracked harp, starts to sing?

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements: Vinicius Castro
Wurlitzer: Devon Yesberger
Vocals: Krithi Rao

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Piano (feat. Krithi Rao)

Elegy After Midnight

Let the leftovers rot.
Let the last candle burn.

Let the clocks think
whatever they want.

This is the night,
says the night, you were given.

The hour, each hour,
you’ve lost.

So lean into me, love.
Kiss the blue children.

Come cast our brief
shadows together.

Let the wet branches lash
the black windows like death.

Let me lie down
beside you forever.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements, Electric Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Bass: Ian Wexelbaum
Drums: Jordan Rose
Tabla: Jonathan Singer
Vocals: Katie Louchheim

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Elegy After Midnight (feat. Katie Louchheim)

The Guitar

It came with those scratches
from all their belt buckles,

palm-dark with their sweat
like the stock of a gun:

an arc of pickmarks cut
clear through the lacquer

where all the players before me
once strummed—once

thumbed these same latches
where it sleeps in green velvet.

Once sang, as I sing, the old songs.
There’s no end, there’s no end

to this world, everlasting.
We crumble to dust in its arms.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Viola: Pedro Vizzarro Vallejos
Violin: Delaney Stöckli
Violin: Francesca Dardani
Violoncello: Caleigh Drane
Vocals: Benji Kaplan

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

The Guitar (feat. Benji Kaplan)

Old Song

Praised be friends. Praise enemies.
Praise the dark above.
Praise hangovers. Praise cigarettes.
The vulture and the dove.

Praise all music. Praise the harp.
And the amplifier’s buzz.
Praise the days we’d live forever.
And loneliness. And love.

Praise even death. Or at least the dying,
who teach us how to live.
Praise you, living, reading this.
Praise light. Praise the wind.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Trumpet: Alex Nguyen
Upright Bass: Eduardo Belo
Vocals: Julie Hill

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Old Song (feat. Julie Hill)

The Singing

I can hear her through
the thin wall, singing,
up before the sun:
two notes, a kind
of hushed half-breathing,
each time the baby 
makes that little moan-

can hear her trying 
not to sing, then singing
anyway, a thing so old
it might as well 
be Hittite or Minoan,

and so soft no one
would ever guess
that I myself once
sang that very song:

back when my son
and then his brother
used to cry all night
or half morning,
though nothing in all
the world was wrong.

And now how strange:
to be the man from next door,
listening, as the baby cries
then quiets, cries and quiets
each time she sings 
their secret song,

that would sound the same ten thousand years ago,
and has no 
meaning but to calm.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Bass: Ian Wexelbaum
Drums: Jordan Rose
Wurlitzer: Devon Yesberger
Vocals:  Ian Wexelbaum

The Singing (feat. Ian Wexelbaum)

Spell Against Gods

Let them be vain.
Let them be jealous.

Let them, on their own earth,
await their own heaven.

Let them know they will die.
And all those they love.

Let them, wherever
they are, be alone.

And when they call out
in prayers, in the terrible dark,

let us be present, and watching,
and silent as stars.

--

Poem by Patrick Phillips - http://patrickphillipsbooks.com
Music by Vinicius Castro - http://www.viniciuscastro.com.br/eng/index.html

Recorded by Vinicius Castro on location in several apartments across Brooklyn and Queens
Mixed by Vinicius Castro in his bedroom in Astoria, Queens
Mastered by Luiz Tornaghi at Batmastersom Studios, a.k.a. his attic, in Rio De Janeiro, Brasil
Design by Fabiano Araruna

Arrangements, Acoustic Guitar: Vinicius Castro
Bass: Ryan Dugre
Drums: Jordan Rose
Electric Guitar: Justin Mayfield
Hammond: Eric Finland
Vocals: Lucia Stavros

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