Larga sombra

by Khmer

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releases June 1, 2017

Upcoming Album - Spring / Summer 2017

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12"LP released by:

WOOAAARGH (Germany)
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LONG LEGS LONG ARMS (Japan)
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IN MY HEART EMPIRE (Spain)
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HALO OF FLIES (USA)
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CD released by:

VIOLENCE IN THE VEINS (Spain)
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Cassette released by:

CATMOUTH RECORDS (Malaysia)
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VIOLENCE IN THE VEINS (Spain)
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Entirely done by Iván Ferro at Kollapse Studio (Lugo, Spain) in January, 2017.
Artwork by Mario C. Vaises.
English translations by Yolanda Tarancón.

Michel Vigo - drums
Olaia Cankillyou - bass
Mario C. Vaises - vocals
Iván Ferro - guitars

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Track Name: Soledad
Ah la soledad, qué hay más real que la soledad. No quiero creer lo que el temor me dice de ti. Y si esto va a ser así, hasta el final un largo estertor, prefiero dormir y no despertar, prefiero subir yo mismo al altar y dejarte aquí todo este dolor. A quién le va importar si me marcho hoy al fondo del mar… No, no quiero ver cómo me voy desprendiendo de ti, igual que una piel que ya no usas más, un nombre que no volverás a probar. Si morimos solos, tal vez sea el momento; hoy que estoy vacío, que me lleve el viento. Tendido en el suelo, mirando sin ver, creo que estoy llorando, aunque no sé bien por qué. Hundido en el suelo, oyendo caer el largo silencio de la soledad.

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Loneliness

Oh loneliness, is there anything more real than loneliness? I don’t want to believe what fear tells me about you. And if it’s going to be like this, a long death rattle until the end, I prefer to sleep and not to wake up, I prefer to get on the altar on my own and leave you all this pain here. Who will care if I leave today for the bottom of the sea? No, I don’t want to see how I get peeled off from you, like the skin you stopped using, a name you won’t taste anymore. If we die alone, maybe this is the time; I am empty today, so let the wind take me away. Lying on the floor, looking without seeing, I think I’m crying, but I don’t quite know why. Sunk into the floor, listening to the long silence of loneliness.