Origen

by Cora Sayers

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released November 3, 2014

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Cora Sayers Madrid, Spain

Cora Sayers (Pontevedra, 1991) es el álter ego de la actriz Cora Velasco.

Tras grabar en 2014 su primer EP "Origen", en septiembre de 2015 graba y mezcla su LP "I'm Home" en los Estudios Montealto (A Coruña) masterizándolo en Mystery Room Mastering (Wisconsin)

En directo la acompañan a la batería Nico Lysergic, con las guitarras G.Isanda y Laura Solla y al bajo Pedro García.
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Track Name: Charlie
Charlie, you always know what to say
Charlie, you always know how to smile
But you have a problem, Charlie…
...with your after having-a-screw amnesia

A blue gin tonic in my hand,
a cigarette blowing away
A black tight skirt is my VIP pass,
I’m sure it’s gonna take me by your side

When I see you walking right to me through the crowd, I start moving as if I were possessed.
When I feel your breath caressing my lips, I know who your next target is
Track Name: Red shoes
I’ve been living with an entity for a year.
It always appears when I promise myself, not to call you again.
It reminds me how good times were.
How you used to smile when I waited for you at the train station.

Covered with an invisible coat, I try to rip it and show you that I was still alive... and breathing.

I tried to forget the summer festivals.
I tried to forget those eyes that won’t stare at me as they used to.
But I could just forget how your kisses were.

Covered with an invisible coat, I try to rip it, to show you that I was still alive and breathing.
But when I force you to look at me, I just can meet your eyes trying to explain something you can’t say with words.

Lights on, smoke around, beer glasses pouring my red, red shoes. Those that you had held for my birthday
Track Name: Cebada y cigarrillo
El contacto de la vez primera y cómo nos atraemos como imanes entre dos columnas que pronto se empezarán a desmoronar,
ante la maravillosa atracción que aún ejercen las primeras miradas tímidas en ambiente de litio, cebada y cigarrillo.

El contacto de la vez primera y cómo nos atraemos como imanes entre dos columnas que pronto se empezarán a desmoronar.
Track Name: Daily war
Everyday we die a little bit. At night when we fall asleep, there is an apocalypse inside and out, out and inside.
The sky burns, clouds and rain are fire. No matter where you run to, how, with whom.

I prefer to remain hidden, embracing myself and singing, while the nightime death battle appears throught the window and the storm riders whisper to me to go out. There's something for you in here, they say, lending me their hands like ice...claws.

In the end the grey sky burst in flames. Buildings are raising in destruction and fire.
It's so much big my admiration that I can't remember myself, I'm just another...ghost.

That's why I'm not afraid of death, because it doesn't happen.
That's why I'm afraid of falling asleep, because there everything is so real.
Track Name: Distortion
Trying to imagine that her perception is the real one. Some days mountains appear when they had been perfectly hidden.
It's the undisputable and perfect truth. It's people's fault they don't stare at me well.
Suddenly she hates everything. Herself and all that surrounds her.

She, the siamese one, representative of that eternal dream.
Them, the nest owners, constantly indignant at that failure.
Them, the adventure fellows, accomplices of that distortion. Perfect henchmen of that distortion.

Sometimes it looks she's gonna make it. You are gonna make it...
Everyone has a reason to be hated. In this case it's because of the boredom.
But in the end she comes back to the same, to that spiral without a start nor an ending.
From which she doesn't know how to scape and where she doesn't know how she came.

She, the siamese one, representative of that eternal dream.
Them, the nest owners, constantly indignant at that failure.
Them, the adventure fellows, accomplices of that distortion. Perfect henchmen of that distortion.