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Radio On (Single Version)

Sample track from forthcoming album, featuring the band’s new singer Eleni Tzavara (aka Etten).

Free download on Bandcamp and Soundcloud from Tuesday 16/6 onwards.


 


Arranged & performed by Mechanimal:

Eleni Tzavara: Vocals
Tassos Nikogiannis: Guitars
Kostas Matiatos: Guitars
Giannis Papaioannou: Electronics & beats

Written & produced by Giannis Papaioannou.

Cover photograph by Angelica Vrettou.
Design by Manos Daskalakis.

Recorded at Dreamland Studio, Athens during spring 2015.
Mastering by Christoph Kardek.
https://www.facebook.com/djchristophk…

Radio On

With the radio on
I woke up in a black spring
And summer seemed away
From the feast of love
Like a letter found one day
In the first blue moments
Of a twisted play
On a breaking up bed
With the radio on.

I’m walking down the street
This means nothing to me
It could be any street
Dressed with beautuful walls
Dressed with broken words
For people drifting alone
In the city
With the radio on.

We hanged down the stars
Spilled their golden dust
And now we’re drifting alone
With the radio on
With the radio on.

In broken weather
We’re broken toys
Tripping wildly
With a broken radio.

With the radio on
With the radio on.

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SONG TO THE SIRENS


Song To The Sirens

Now that clubbing days are over
And all your friends are lost
You’re praying to the sirens
Save you at any cost

I’m sorry you’re in pain now
I’m sorry it was me
That left you in a nightmare
Of purple ecstasy

Time is the fourth dimension
That will ignore our needs
A mess of blood and sorrow
We are all on our knees

Nothing is happening here
The schools are empty now
Once, how this was a kingdom
Now it’s a broken home
Nothing is happening here
It’s getting pretty late…

I’m praying to the sirens
I’m seeing through your eyes
Look at your glorious lifestyle
Oh, how it falls apart!

Lyrics & music: Giannis Papaioannou

© Inner Ear Records, 2014

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Ode To Europe


Ode To Europe 

Memories designed to fade
Ears dripping sounds of grey
Some more real than desire
Echo will set us all on fire

As the night is full of screams
Words like moths beat on the screens
All men born with wings that sing
Mother Europe trapped in dreams

Charming stories, open wounds
The muted light of sacred woods
One thousand years lost in a glance
Midnight drifters of the boulevards

Pulsing fragments, inner life
Trading time for a smile
Silent paths to healing scars
Love will die amongst the brightest stars

Tiny worlds of memories
Whispers hanged on violins
Some more real than desire
Echo will set us all on fire

Sing my verses of youthful crimes
On breaking dawns with bitter suns
In hidden places such as this
Every rebel deserve a kiss

So, keep your love for a rainy day
When all the flowers will be thirsty again…

Lyrics & music: Giannis Papaioannou

© Inner Ear Records, 2014

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THE DEN


The Den 

Aerial lineage
Parading shapes
The flag of the den flies
As we all realise

Sun / rise and fall / each day

We’re eternal children
Of a fractal sky
Betrayed by socialism
And hangover insight

Sun / rise and fall / each day

If many yesterdays
Were dark and heavy
Today is drifting rays
Keeping the grief away

Sun / rise and fall / each day

Lyrics & music: Giannis Papaioannou

© Inner Ear Records, 2014

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We Come Alive


We Come Alive

We come alive

As the strong light of the day
We come alive
Like a neon halo

We come alive
Fodder to your beast
We come alive
Like the heathen rainbow

We come alive
Like a deathwish ride to you
We come alive
Like the change of seasons

We come alive
Like a massive dose of dreams
We come alive
But you’re holding scissors

Lyrics & music: Giannis Papaioannou

© Inner Ear Records, 2014

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Cut Communications


Cut Communications

Now that everything fades
In loves and desires
Life is a dream
In between other dreams

But no one is near now
No one is here
And I still hear your voice
So I open my eyes

I’m still in this dream
Burned dot on a screen
Excessive example
Of human greed

Perhaps we should rest
How wrong can we be?
Trespassing mind properties
Exploring our needs

Of bitter punishment
On open wounds
On scars of intention
Of an amazing youth

Killing all idols
With magic and pins
Defending minorities
When adrenaline kicks

No noise cancellation
Applied on cut
Communications
With my inner God

And I stand here exposed
And it feels like I need you
But my landline is dead
By your fantasy bed

Lyrics & music: Giannis Papaioannou

© Inner Ear Records, 2014

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