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You're Spitting In My Hand

from It's Only The Apocalypse, But I Like It by Atlantean Sparrows

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As the thread of the past pains to come undone. And the web where I rest turns me inside again. Stony hands mark the line that I reach one day, But your face pales and fades on the other side, right. I hang low, low, low Hanging low, reaching out for your timid hands. Fairytales, candy rocks, sheltered by the old sea. No control, no comfort in a future tense. Not a word, not a dash that would reconcile us. I would show you the life we’ve always had, but I can’t recall. We are the children that never came back. We are the nice lies that everyone likes. We are the distance ever so large. We are the same. And the lights, are always on... I gotta see you again…

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from It's Only The Apocalypse, But I Like It, released August 1, 2010
Music & lyrics: Martin Misenta

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Atlantean Sparrows Argentina

Atlantean Sparrows was a band created in 2005 in Buenos Aires. Their records would emerge from free form jam sessions carried out at Martin Misenta's home. They would then add on further arrangements and vocals to the original recordings.
They very seldom would play live shows and although they kept jamming on till their brake up their records show a gradual shift towards a more polished sound
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