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Arranged & performed by Mechanimal:

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

Written & produced by Giannis Papaioannou.

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Cover photograph by Angelica Vrettou.
Design by Manos Daskalakis.

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

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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.

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

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

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

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

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

Sehnsucht

The setting sun lights the sky
In tides of purple / seasons dry

Heartbeat rhythm
Blinking eyes
Always waking
Waking up

Lost horizon / Megacity 5
Pagan sacrifice

Heartbeat rhythm
Blinking eyes
Always waking
Waking up

Little further close to you
Ride on, tired, sleepless, too

Heartbeat rhythm
Blinking eyes
Always waking
Waking up

Kids are building castles in the sand
Taking over some more land

Heartbeat rhythm
Blinking eyes
Always waking
Waking up

Rich man / suit and tie
Poor man / homeless
Both dream / both wake up
All crave / always

Always, always, always waking up
Always, always, always waking up

Lyrics & music: Giannis Papaioannou

© Inner Ear Records, 2014

Will you accept me throwing up?

Words of anger in somber accent

Stealing away gladness from your face

Take you where survival sickness reigns

And desire to live lays

On anxiety skin marks

Language, diverse, of every other fate

When

Maybe one day I’ll pay you back with happiness

And maybe that day somebody blows my mind

So after that day you’ll build an awkward distance

With the place that holds your undetermined love

No fame or likes, will ever save your soul

When you lie scared upon the dismal shore

So learn to discover

Simple truths like

The light of the setting sun

Bouncing back in your eyes

Let the rain in your face

Rinse your false desires

Brutally widened by consumption gods.

So if you buy now and that means I’m yours

Then I am you and we are one

But we have nothing in common

Except funny illusions of chemical stuff…

So, go powder your nose and fix me a sandwich

But don’t forget to spread some common sense on the bread

Cause, your absence gives me something to fight against

I can’t explain, so I don’t complain

How this always ends up in a fucking migraine

And now it feels strange to fit words in my mouth

Mathematical problems of spoken words

Because of these, my spoken faults

I am left alone, dressed in silence

In a city, rocking back and forth,

And the setting sun shining in my eyes_

Drinking and sharing terror,

Over a nation fed on leftovers

Until the next day returns

Communication problems

Processing images

Familiar hangovers

(Caused by) the noise of authority

While young data readers

And pilgrims of the middle class

Matching key tags

About land rescue operation

A slow process tribulation

Or undergraduate misdirection

With a million hits, alert from another source

Things incomplete, the readers spot

Mental space limits in minor chords

Parabolic surveillance, superimposed

The same problem, I always was

But, none of them

Resonant names or free press jerks

Fraternizing another dynastic civil war

Sensitivity lost, tongue and heart, synchronicity lost

Restrained appetite, insanity reigns

On a pulp landscape; we cum as one

The walls close in; we can’t escape

On a rotten landscape; we die as one

Remember: things don’t bleed, only harmony seeds

Playful affairs like fast repetition on silent waves

Or like a sudden glimpse gone beyond the clouds

We observe the signs, the colors, the lines

And there we draw the picture

Linked, but not near

In grey morning shades

Across places of our beloved low land_