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Guitar: Joan Cashimira, modelo 145, spruce top w/ cocobolo sides and back, Gata de Gorgos (Alicante), 2015
Fender Jazz Bass
Percussion created with SampleTank and AmpliTube
Guitars recorded with an Apogee MiC
Cover image photo taken at Olafur Eliasson exhibition, Tate Modern
lyrics
The illness progresses
The cure is to accept it and move on
What used to be molasses
Turning my capillaries to stone
No amount of cough drops
Will fix how choked up
I am over you
My heart is sore
You push for more
I'm barely pulling through
Inmóvil me quedo quieto y me pudro
Ya que tiene mas sentido que esperar un milagro
The cavities and ulcers decorate my body
Inside out, my temples throbbing with persistent ache
You know too damn well from you there is no remedy
I wilt away and leave the sorrows in my wake
Inmóvil me quedo quieto y me pudro
Ya que tiene mas sentido que esperar un milagro
The illness progresses
Pathology suggests it's there to stay
I wear no rosy glasses
But still I'm thankful for another day
No amount of cough drops
Will fix how choked up
I am over you
My heart is sore
Tears hit the floor
I'm barely pulling through
Inmóvil me quedo quieto y me pudro
Ya que tiene mas sentido que esperar un milagro
Inmóvil me quedo quieto y me pudro
Ya que tiene mas sentido que esperar un milagro
credits
released December 24, 2020
Music, lyrics and vocals by Irina
Music, arrangement and all instruments by Dan van den Berg
Cover image photo edit by Irina