Ensaio gravado no estúdio Áudio Porco (Cidade Baixa - POA)

como eu paro essa constante sensação de ser trocado, substituído por qualquer pessoa
como eu faço pra sentir algo que me faz feliz se tudo é tão fraco e sem nenhuma cor

preciso ir embora, nada mais disso importa, você pode até dizer que eu já fui algo pra você mas eu nunca vou
acreditar
em nada que você fala
eu sempre fui o nada
agarrado na ideia
que eu podia ser amado por alguém 
que eu podia ser amado por alguém

minha mente é uma tormenta
minha vida anda frágil 
e não tem nada que eu esteja por pensar

a saudade é soterrante
meu amor é tão bonito
eu fico puto só de olhar vc sorrir

acordando de ressaca
minha vida não enguiça
só faz um dia e eu sinto mais
mesma cidade outro bairro outra esquina
talvez em outra vida eu seja capaz
de te fazer sorrir
e ver o teu sorriso pela última vez

nada cai tão bem
quanto essa noite clara
a nós dois, também 
que estamos sós no céu
que estamos a sós no céu

eu sempre fui o nada (como eu paro essa constante)
agarrado na ideia (sensação de ser trocado)
que eu podia ser amado por alguém (e substituído por qualquer pessoa)

o nada

gleemer (guided by voices)

our steps may be careful 
but all love is harmful
our lives are meaningless
and all pain is so selfish

our lungs are broken
disaster's all we've chosen
acceptance is solace
but no one said that it's harmless

before we die alone
our lives, they could be better
we could build us a home
and we'd suffer together

we all want attention 
we all want affection
we all want to be held
we all want to feel like we belong and we are needed here

our eyes are tired
our innocence expired
our wills hung by thin wires
are on fire (they're fucking burning) 

leaving is an option
once the ashes hit rock bottom
but once we meet those who chose to stay
why should we just run away?

(if I have to forget your grace I will refuse to leave this place) 

before we die alone
our lives, they will be better
we will build us a home
and we will suffer together

we all want attention 
we all want affection
we all want to be held
we all want to feel like we belong and we are needed here

when I look up at the stars as I breathe in the lively air
as I think how it'd be great to leave this life and live up there
I can see the stars face me and tell me my life is worth living
we'll die small but live at large caring and giving milk and honey

milk and honey

Not a "Greatest Hit" per se, but easily my favorite (early) Mac song, edited across multiple versions & fidelities to play somewhat seamlessly for over 2 hours, with the mix slowly being eroded by a cavernous echo that is being gated by the dynamics of the dry signal.

EDIT, 06/17/18. I was taken aback by Danny Kirwan's passing a few days after I originally posted this. One of my all-time favorites, esp. within the context of both this lineup of Mac & this particular song; the original studio session which starts off the proceedings here was his first recorded appearance with the band! 

I've taken the original premise & fleshed it out a bit further, so that it can be put it to rest; this revised version uses the following versions of "Albatross" in a program that loops three times; almost entirely dry, then slowly fading in the reverb signal, finally slowly fading out the dry signal:

UK Mono 7"
Stereo from "Pious Bird" 
1968-11-05
1968-11-17
1969-02-28
1969-09-24
1969-11-06
1969-11-11
1970-01-02 (Radio)
1970-01-02 (Bootleg)
1970-01-31
1970-03-18
Stereo from "English Rose"

gleemer (guided by voices)

the breakup suite

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