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Celebrate It All

by Big City

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1.
you happen to come across your own picnic at your feet concealing both hands, you grumble “this is sick” everybody longs for home, but me you curl up then stretch out with eyes like Klimt’s Girl In White you cry in the van now who’s gonna set you free, prisoner? keep me everyday this way up break me in ‘til you break down blowing in to blow up spaced out, in his couch who’s gonna set you free now? when we said goodbye down a stranger’s hallway books were piled up to the ceiling but I only like records I’m envious of and too independent or too much in love we were too tired to say nothing nothing but so long keep me everyday this way up break me in ‘til you break down blowing in to blow up spaced out, in his couch who’s gonna set you free now? I know I’ll get sad when the cycle ends backwards from the shore, returning to the sea now, who’s gonna set me free? mirrorgaze at yourself wave goodbye to strangers in trains mirrorgaze at yourself wave goodbye to strangers in trains keep me everyday this way up break me in ‘til you break down mirrorgaze at yourself wave goodbye to strangers in trains mirrorgaze at yourself wave goodbye to strangers in trains wave goodbye wave goodbye
2.
The Smiths 03:39
there you are, smiling there you sit I came for you, never a living part of anything you praise your shit life nearly invincible, like distant mountains that shred the skyline while you get older in yer sleep are you again willing to appear this upcoming new year new year new year in my dreams? tryin’ to love none not to lose time fit for duty on the safe side so it goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes there’s a meandering white line between grey and green you’ll never see, dressed up in letters your long-standing loneliness defies anything like a thousand liters breaking against the wall like foam maps merging, expanding and catching and holding on are you again willing to appear this upcoming new year new year new year in my dreams? tryin’ to love none not to lose time fit for duty on the safe side so it goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes are you again willing to appear this upcoming new year new year new year in my dreams? tryin’ to love none not to lose time looming silent on the safe side so it goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes, goes
3.
a cloth hurled at the sun and we were afraid for a while like babes beaten to a pulp she knew a rockers place, a short walk with all your postcards swimming backstroke deep down I love feeling so small with soft hands like wet clay and a travel guide for every place stop the car the view behind the wheel I don’t want to go home, back, or forth for this may be our last year a short story of almost everything
4.
Ghostbusters 03:56
Jews on a plane and the portable fridges on their heads were sipping Hungarian coke, now I want to do it all again Jews on a plane a thousand of them and no room for my legs she’d been smiling for hours and hours, just poor stewardess god I miss the sea in your room hats and cats, your flowery broom future ex-nothings wandering thru the woods gas stations bursting with corn Radio Us, it kept it up god I miss the sea in your room hats and cats, your flowery broom herds all over the place but I can’t pinch your arm let’s kidnap every cell on Earth, take a stroll on the roof watch them slapping each other’s face and how I did remember you god I miss the sea in your room online, offline, your flowery broom tug-of-war, it’s gliding thru a hole in the wall once again with all the national hits tug-of-war, it’s gliding thru a hole in the wall once again with all the national hits tug-of-war, it’s gliding thru a hole in the wall
5.
Car Music 05:45
we’ve cut the mountains in half put highways in the gaps and snow on the sides sprinkled sugar on the brows so you won’t get lost my own personal Mike Love so why did you give in? a lack of heart known by heart yea choosing between your worn-out voice and the rest is like porn jazz against car music, music music we got telephones to write what we won’t say the colour you get when yellow’s white and round is plain, feast your eyes on this for fuck’s sake quit taking pics when did you spoil it all? a lack of heart known by heart yea choosing between your worn-out voice and the rest is like porn jazz against car music, music music
6.
I thought they had turned on the turnpike lights that my trousers were done done up trespassing the clouds you can choose the bun, the sauce, the meat, the dressing and the filling I want, I wanna hire safe drivers hideaway from the assorted shades of blue, white and gray I’m not a rock, I am an island it’s Interstate eighty, it’s 18-wheelers and 70 miles per hour car speed limit, limit I thought I hadn’t trickled down the seat, down the sea AM 1280 just oldies, just oldies VS25 I need 20 people a million cat’s eyes golf fields with measles, yes, with measles I’m tired of waiting for you to decipher my codes I have to speed up with my right foot’s big toe the last line of trees is an overexposed photograph, each bridge asks for silence index to its mouth, meanwhile, staring at the mirror, we wait for revolution to come but we should buckle up ‘cause it’s the law
7.
Finland (free) 04:46
when I said you spoke too loud, I really meant it, I meant it Finland: this is serious why are your records full of tears? still I cannot remember, your birthday babe, your birthday there is nothing left to endorse all the cameras are gone sold out the amber sold out the greens ticket inspectors multiplied, you kept trying but it was already enough I am made of puff pastry, wash my face in the 3-o’clock rain I don’t see the things you see weird license plates I dig, plates I dig plates I dig, plates I dig plates... I choose Scotland you choose England you choose Sweden I choose Finland and now the workers wave their hands when I pass by, I pass by Finland: this is serious I just don’t make do with this sideshow you tried too hard, tried too hard, how hard is softly? or softer? all the way we’re on our way to left you stranded in a virgin mess sold out the amber sold out the greens ticket inspectors multiplied, you kept trying but it was already enough I am made of puff pastry, wash my face in the 3-o’clock rain I don’t see the things you see weird license plates I dig, plates I dig plates I dig, plates I dig plates I dig
8.
Poland 05:38
would you credit? they took the credit you really helped a lot who took away all your planets from my telescope sorry to steepen all your slopes dampening your zeal spoil your spirits, give you fear I wonder how it is in Poland I love it here how? how’s it in Poland? how? a little clearer? I love it here all they left was a zillion plastic glasses at your door queuing headaches red legs redheads waiting in the loft the swimming pool bugs discussed loads ‘bout your ancient feel drunk my spirits, disguised my fears a feeble sun, a little clearer I love it here how? how’s it in Poland? how? how’s it in Poland? a little clearer I love it here
9.
the slippers on the heater the rumour of the highway and distant cars the scent of breakfast on the stove it’s this image I became a 7-beach walk by the sea with you why do we create things why do we create things whiter and whiter, you stroke the roof with the hem of your endless white skirt, you watch the fields, you watch it all, and keep an eye on everyone and watch it all, and celebrate it all you celebrate it all me on the limits of the parking lot, me on the verge of saying nothing you don’t know it’s this song I became the undertow of sunflowers in my head why do we create things, why do we create things look how the trails, car after car, wash the snowy route look at me now, sat in the back I write things at dusk, you keep an eye on everyone and watch it all, and celebrate it all you celebrate it all and celebrate it all you celebrate it all

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Released on trigipak and gatefold vinyl on
I+D MUSIC records / PIAS Spain, 2010
www.imasdemusic.com

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released April 29, 2010

música y letra: javi vicente

grabado por borja lasala y big city en zaragoza entre febrero ’09 y mayo ’09, y por javier ortiz en estudio brazil, rivas vaciamadrid, en junio ’09. visita www.estudiobrazil.com

masterizado en agosto ’09 por j.j. golden en golden mastering, ventura, ca. visita www.goldenmastering.com

diseño: rafafans. visita menaje.blogspot.com

muchas gracias a la lata de bombillas, tachenko, bronski, 3mellizas, the secret society, lonna kelley, huracán ramírez, bordeaux rock, faraday, kitsch crew, miriam, juan, david, irene, iván, rafa angulo, luis, marcos, javier ortiz, jorge de bautista, rafafans, jordi, vizcaíno, genzor, jesús legua, esti, roberto, malela, belinda, moe, sergio, mer, pilar, ana, rafa, jorge, jemaine, ángel, dani, raúl, mayte, isra, susana, inés, carmen, pat, y nuestras familias



celebrate it all está dedicado a mª pilar gutiérrez

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