A Race of Sevens

by CFT&CM

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  • High-quality download of the "A Race of Sevens" EP, with the possibility of choosing the file format you prefer. Downloading the entire EP also includes a pdf booklet with photos, lyrics, liner notes and a bonus track: the remaster of the classic CFT&CM song "Ride on Trance Drums".

     

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released 18 November 2010

Vocals: Manuel Robim; Electronics: Diogo Correia.

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Track Name: Tardigrade
Twelve days have passed
Each circuit in time
And I am under
Under
I am under
Range, evolving through brightness
Broad range, destruction's over pricing
My race of sevens, divine
These waveforms, sublime

"You're mine, we're broken
Incondite, the right time is over
My matter, it matters
Degrading reaction, I'm hopeless
Transcending the standard
We were then a memory, a dreamwreck
The final decision came after
Your haptic incision"

"My race of sevens
These waveforms, a new taste or context
Was no more than silence
Was no more than mistaken violence
Now twelve days are over
Ambiguous meaning you're older"

"And tardigrade
I'm under range
Broad range"
Track Name: Eagre
Come on closer, choke my dreams
Take a look at what it seems
To be the guardian of our sights,
Emotional delights!

Everyone's lacking of
Motional acting, off
With this spinal deranging
Of my mind, resign!

As the eagre of this soul
Became rapidly my goal
Those dreams of rage stood by my side
Ferocious tide!

Everyone's lacking of
Motional acting, off
With this spinal deranging
Of my mind, resign!

Everyone's lacking of
Motional acting, off
With this spinal deranging
Of my mind, resign!
Track Name: Clover
We saw the bright horizon
But then the seasons came
It's for fools to understand the changes yet to come

That's why I kept you, then

I picked a thousand clovers from the grove
Everything was right at the time
Took a single dead clover from your hand
Screaming go, go away, go away

We walked in obvious ways
And the distance that seemed to haunt me
It was getting closer, closer

It doesn't matter, it doesn't
'Cause every little step makes me think about every little inch
And now it's all gone, all gone, all gone

That's why I kept you, then

I picked a thousand clovers from the grove
Everything was right at the time
Took a single dead clover from your hand
Screaming go, go away, go away

I picked a thousand clovers from the grove
Everything was right at the time
Took a single dead clover from your hand
Screaming go, go away, go away
Track Name: Golden
No way, I'll ever be alone again
No way, I'll ever need to call for love
A brief moment, and a silent movement
Close to me,
Her golden heart,
Her golden arms
Around my chest
Around my chest

Hand in hand
Never be alone again

Hard to let go, a brief moment
Hard to let go, a silent movement
Hard to let go
Close to me
Stay close to me
Close to me

No way, I'll ever be alone again
No way, I'll ever need to call for love
A brief moment, and a silent movement
Close to me,
Her golden heart,
Her golden arms
Around my chest
Around my chest
Track Name: Harvest
Made to measure, trimmed with fur
My overcoat was looking good
Paid no attention to details
Was not first-rated, yet sustained.

Sometimes driven, overlooked
The rotten way of myself crept
Knocking down, drawing back
One's agravating sense of taste.

Disrupted charts
Ending parts
You are there to harvest.

Hewing on thin grass, overfed
You looked right up, I was there
Went debasing to the back
Hoping not to braize the seas.

Oh, silly fortune, no-one knew
That a forefinger could be seen
Now hold my hand and look away
We are the ones who grew this rate.

Disrupted charts
Ending parts
You are there to harvest.

Across the fire
Sacred wire
You are there to harvest.

Disrupted charts
Ending parts
You are there to harvest.
Track Name: Rovers
Roving through the sound of thunders
The coruscation crossing by
Gigantic sea of dark whales
On this road the quintessence
Could be just like an overpass
Regarding ourselves backwards
To the beat of the crankshaft
Motion angled, we reset
The ullage made the grey night
Corrupt, yet infrangible
Could sunday dreamers be the drivers
The rovers, often roving through
The sound of thunders
The coruscation crossing by
Gigantic sea of dark whales
On this road the quintessence
Could be just like an overpass
Regarding ourselves backwards
To the beat of the crankshaft
Motion angled, we reset
The ullage made the grey night
Corrupt, yet infrangible
Could sunday dreamers be the drivers
The rovers, often roving

Roving through the sound of thunders
The coruscation crossing by
Gigantic sea of dark whales
On this road the quintessence
Could be just like an overpass
Regarding ourselves backwards
To the beat of the crankshaft
Motion angled, we reset
The ullage made the grey night
Corrupt, yet infrangible
Could sunday dreamers be the drivers
The rovers, often roving through
The sound of thunders
Track Name: Your Chest
Stuck on a dead september race
Sleeping along the moaning tracks
And I was hoping you'd give up
You said "stick to what you know"

Talking slowly in fiery overtones
Thunderous grudge in a sentence boxed
Would you take my faith as honest?
Because nothing means everything now

I'll stick this knife through your chest.

Stuck on a dead september race
Sleeping along the moaning tracks
And I was hoping you'd give up
You said "stick to what you know"

Talking slowly in fiery overtones
Thunderous grudge in a sentence boxed
Would you take my faith as honest?
Because nothing means everything now

I'll stick this knife through your chest.