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Flores - Colores

by Sanfeliu

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muschiosauro A one-of-a-kind mix between chamber pop and electronic krautrock, constantly oscillating between absurdist serenity and esoteric longing, with vocals that sound at once super-warm and super-detached, and lyrics that merge the witty and the naive, conveying a sort of airy deepness. I can't really describe this music, but somewhere, here, lays genius. Favorite track: Sound and Vision.
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pleathertreasure__ yaaaaaay I ♡♡♡♡♡ Flores Colores
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michael bouwman I think I hear a mellifluous Kraftwerklich / Stereolabby vibe, but I wouldn't want to pigeonhole Sanfeliu's album too much. It has a lot of little electro treats tucked in it, and good humour, Sanfeliu's voice is easy listening in the nicest way. If I can figure how to play it in my old car, it'd make a nice beginning to a road trip. Favorite track: Morno Yoga.
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1.
ESO ES TODO Eso es todo: horas que se escaparán y tú con ellas, sin saber adónde van; tu corazón es como un reloj de cuerda: se cansa pero va tirando, y eso ya es bastante. Y total, me podría enamorar de una cara de esas cualquiera en el tren por una eternidad o hasta la próxima parada. Como una hoja que va con la lluvia, al trabajo con la misma gabardina; buscas respuestas en tu walkman o quizás algo más provisional. 
Y total... Esas cosas no se saben: sólo pasan o no pasan, eso es todo; luego duran o no duran; luego duelen o no duelen, y se olvidan, o se aprende a olvidar... y eso ya es bastante. Eso es todo: no importa. Vivirás. Quizá incluso vuelvas a por más. Esperando otra partida, ya no queda nada que no hayas perdido: el sueño del joven artista, el sueño de ese niño que imagina ser adulto. No sabe que le espera el sueño del amor.
2.
SEPTEMBER I tip-toe like a kitten, my heart is smitten with all the things we did today and slowly my feet over the carpet, red as wine, in the cover of dark gently approach, then I stop and one hand slides... under the covers, making a narrow burrow for my very weary bones if the night is high and all so still, september's here and with it so very many things to do and plan and get on with. And the light lingers longer for now.
3.
ONE LONG WINTER Get up and fix breakfast. Coffee and toast. Wash up. Outside's still dark outside, as you dress up. Go downstairs. Check mail-box. Buy bread, milk, something to eat. Back home, read a little and write. Listen to some record. Peel carrots, cream them and make soup. Warm up some left over coffee. Snack on a biscuit. Wash dishes and do write. Potter around the house. TV on. Eat something. TV off. Tidy up. Wash up. Feed your pipe and have a smoke... mmm, that’s nice! Then put your feet up. Feeling inspired you write something. It's such a brilliant thought, and you let it hang. as you snuggle up on the sofa and you drift off, you drift off in sleep as you wait for that call that will bring you your lucky break. You just need your ONE call to make your DREAM come true. Is it ringing at ALL? Is it ringing just NOW? Is it ringing for me? Is it ringing for you? Wake up in the sofa, freezing and feeling flat, look out the window: it's so dark. Stare at the ceiling, and try to gather in those thoughts and ideas that you had. Get up and change the album: on the turntable, Marc Almond. It's all too late to go anywhere, it's cold outside, and you try calling a friend but they're not home, they don't pick it's too late anyhow, and there's nowhere to go and you no longer expect naught, and so, nothing happens. One more day has gone by in this longer winter of yours as you wait for that call that never arrives, or it's never for you, oh that call! there's no knock on the door and you no longer know whether is it ringing for me? is it ringing for you? is it ringing at all? is it ringing just now? is it ringing for them? is it ringing for me? is it ringing for you?
4.
SONG AND VISION Once upon a time I looked at myself in a mirror. I didn't like what I saw, so I wrote a new persona that I could wear with pride, with love, with music, and laughter, and then I looked again: it was alright (it wasn't great), it was alright: I was then ready to share my vision. 

I read the books, I listened to the words that mattered, I watched the films, I lived hand to mouth: I didn't like it, but then I had the experience, the songs, the stories; they were just waiting for the right beats, for the rights sounds: they came along, and then perhaps a melody. I took good note of all those things. Just an idea, just an emotion: a phrase, a turn of phrase, a clear devotion, a story that you heard on the cue of the supermarket - or you just made it up - who knows?, or 50/50. It doesn't matter. 

Automatic writing. Automatic silence. A bit of this, a bit of that. A pinch of salt, an antidote to so much crap. One never wins or loses: one only keeps a record of daily events, and then you sing them to yourself and live and love, and keep on singing, and put together your song: electro-acoustica, vernacular. Chanson electroacoustique vernaculaire. Canción electroacústica vernácula. Sing your life: others have done it before you but no one at all will do it for you. Why don't you? Why don't you? You don't know what you're singing, but you know that no one can ever do it like only you can. You just don't hear those words at school or at the office, at college or at the workshop. You just don't hear those words on the telly or on your gizmo feeds, and so you sing them out: you chance it, you fuck it, but then you sing it, and then you chance it, again, and then you fuck it, again, and then you chance it, and love it: before you know it, you got the words, there is no stopping: it only takes two words, one rhyme, and that's it, that's it, this is your song: electro-acoustica, vernacular. Chanson electroacoustique vernaculaire. Canción electroacústica vernácula. Let there be sound, and let there be vision. Let there be change, and revolution in your song.
5.
MORNO YOGA move the world around with your breath and then... go, launch, dive, breath out, come to stand like a mountain, open the soles of your feet to the earth and your crown to the sky, inhale and sweep your arms overhead, as your fingertips touch and you exhale down your palms into namasté... 
 Oh oh oh oh Oh oh oh oh move the world around in your head, move you mind around with your breath, the arms are now an extension of your heart as they sweep wide, and you exhale back into the heart space, you inhale and exhale: first inhale, then exhale again into namasté and you bow to the earth and fold stepping back into warrior launch, 
and stepping back - and down - you breath the palms up to the sky. and bow to the earth, as you open the heart and embrace the day... Oh oh - Oh oh Oh oh - Oh oh 

6.
MELANCHOLY LOVERS I met you by the harbour when the sun begins to face. We're like the kookaburra but we sing like the nightingale. And then we read the inscriptions in the tombstones late a night. They're like a premonition of what was, and will come to pass cause we are melancholy lovers, melancholy friends. We studied all the science: we have only ten years to go. If Bowie was the prophet our garden is an Eden of glow. We plant and feed the flowers for desire that blooms and flows. Let's go and have a party and love, love before we burn cause we are melancholy lovers, melancholy friends, melancholy lovers and rowers, and writers wearing very big pullovers. Melancholy lovers, melancholy friends.
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PURSUIT Com la queixa d'un amant, com la mà d'algú tot sol al carrer que recull monedes. Com el tren sobre la via, com la falç sobre l'espiga, el martell al clau, o la pinta als cabells cada dia. Com la fletxa sobre l'aire, com l'esponja tota xopa d'aigua bruta a la pica, seguiré cada passa, desvetllaré totes les ombres: t'he de trobar a tu.
8.
GREATER BEAUTY Open your eyes. Listen to different folks. Put your hands at play if you feel like work. Listen closely with an open soul, and lend your ear to stories that were seldom told. Be here and now with those around you for they are with you too. Give voice to their tales so they keep you company in your solitude. Open your eyes. 
Listen to different folks. Put your hands at play with love and with joy.

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A song, like a flower, can come in all shapes, colours, and scents.
Sanfeliu 's debut album F l o r e s - C o l o r e s brings you a bouquet of eight such sonic flowers, for your pleasure and delight. Grown in the rich soil of Sanfeliu 's melodic invention and sung in English, Catalan and Spanish, these songs merge the confessional and the testimonial, the intimate and the collective, the personal and the political, and translate their intimate story-telling into richly textured vocals, piano, and analog electronics.

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released March 21, 2021

Written and performed by Sanfeliu
w / Alison St Ledger - vocals on Sound & Vision
/ Matthew Malone - drums on Eso es todo, congas on Sound & Vision

Recorded and mixed at Chaos Magick Studios 2020
Mastered at Helios Mastering 2021

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Sanfeliu Brisbane, Australia

Sanfeliu plays keys and sings sweet melodies that draw on pop, classical and electronic sounds, as well as from their Catalan heritage and passion for literature.

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