Celebrate It All

by Big City

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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



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Track Name: Who's Gonna Set You Free Now, Prisoner?
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
Track Name: The Smiths
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
Track Name: The Split End
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
Track Name: Ghostbusters
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
Track Name: Car Music
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
Track Name: On Voulait La Révolution
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
Track Name: Finland
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
Track Name: Poland
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
Track Name: A Song For You And Me And The Undertow
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