Handmade Pieces

by Badlands

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1.
Trobadour 02:41
I am to tell you An old time tale Two little sisters A little man Raised in a country Of a western land They forged a life with What they had in hand The child built castles Up in the air The older sister Got a story to tell Some bedtime stories Of ancient times The little listened And sang aloud The roots they carry Late whereabouts The own misfortunes The faiths and doubts They forged a life with What they had in hand So now you listen I’ve got a story to tell
2.
The Goldrush 03:16
The Holy landscape In the morning calls The sun reflecting On the metal walls Far from home, Digging for gold. We’re crossing over The old wooden lane Every day we meet and Do the same Far from home, Digging for gold. Far from home, Digging for gold. Blissful music Laid beyond the plains We’re swinging with the whistle Of the trains Far from home, Digging for gold. Every treasure We can get ahold It is a secret Never to be told Far from home, Digging for gold. Far from home, Digging for gold. Found the rhythm That she searched for long With all the pieces We can play a song Far from home, Digging for gold. Far from home, Digging for gold. Falling the evening And the sound of chains We are the pieces So the song remains Far from home, Digging for gold. Far from home, Days of gold.
3.
We’re on a journey Through a never ending line And we retrace our steps Forever in time I raised your head And made you look into the sky The childhood left behind The flight of birds align We’re on a journey And we travel on our feet Walk on the ground That was the chest of our beliefs I felt the vanished walls The almost naked trees The hole that cemetery Left inside of me We’ll walk on pavement Not on sand We pick the last good of this land The ceaseless chant of our band Will sound in past We’re on a journey With the course of mourning doves And from above It is a place of orphan stones We used to bring to life The piles of broken bones Now they are gone So we are gone in silent moans We’ll walk on pavement Not on sand We pick the last good of this land The ceaseless chant of our band Will sound in past We’ll walk on pavement Not on sand We pick the last good of this land The ceaseless chant of our band Will sound in past
4.
What do you see Through the land and the sea From the wild of your heart Through your eyes…? Oh, I have seen Going over the years That you’re back as a kid And we last What do you see Through the pain and the grief Written under the bridge Through your eyes…? Oh, I have seen That beyond Echo’s hill We will build from the trees Our landfill. We will build once again From the trees Our land We will build from the trees Our land.
5.
He walked with the face of survival She held in a bucket of leaves He emptied it petal to petal And someone said soon it’ll be spring Bring them back home Bring them back home Bring them back home Bring them back home For the end The pieces she’s made of are fading I know they will gently dispel So as her last wish I recall you To bring them back home for the end Bring them back home Bring them back home Bring them back home Bring them back home For the end
6.
Landfill 02:35
7.
We look for someone She’s yet to come We track the streets Down in this town You’ve lost your patience But I’m still around We’ll hit the road Down in this town The days of mourning The years of ache I feel they’re coming To an end… We packed our bags And we sang farewell It’s you and me And somebody else… We had no Godship No wedding gown We’ll hit the road Down in this town We chose to name her As her old passed aunt We made the streets ours In this town We look for someone She’s yet to come We’ll hit the road down in this town ------------------------------------- Everybody looks at me and Everybody talks and frowns But every once in a while I like this town Everybody looked at me and Well I couldn’t hush the crowd But every once in a while I like this town I miss my days I feel they’re coming To an end… I miss my place It’s you and me And somebody else… Everybody looks at me and Everybody talks and frowns But every once in a while I like this town Everybody looked at me and Well I couldn’t hush the crowd But every once in a while I like this town We look for someone She’s yet to come We’ll hit the road Down in this town
8.
Echo 03:04
Cold wind that comes through my window Scratches of time in her face Soothing all pain and discomfort Stroking the curls of my hair She goes along with her singing Yet there is no one awake I felt a sound that alarmed me Wood cracking under her steps Oh, oh, oh, oh... Into the night I melt darling Under the sheets of his bed He cooled me down in the morning Stroking the curls of my hair He stares at me while I’m sleeping Holding me into his hands I look relieved still I’m aching Wood cracking under his steps Oh, oh, oh, oh... Cold wind that comes through my window The passing of time made us fade He used to soothe my discomfort Stroking the curls of my hair
9.
She went away A part of ourselves Went with her That day in March She left her soul And we kept it warm Until it was time To give it a form And then it gets rough She went away And all of the words That were never said Echo in time Oh in her day We watch as she grows But watch it our way And then it gets rough And I sit by the fire And watch you go I’d stay on the night That we chose us both I feel that the right times They can come back… She came to stay And every year We lighted her way Straight with the wind Here at the front The brighter the light The brighter the love The signs that we see But then it gets rough And I sit by the fire And watch you go I’d stay on the night That we chose us both I feel that the right times They can come back I just hope you remember Every once in a while I sit by the fire And watch you go I’d stay on the night That we chose us both I feel that the right times They can come back…
10.
Storytellers 02:15
On the bar where they had lived Were left a father and his kid Then he saw his planted seed Was the girl in which he’d dreamed Oh, she stopped the way back home Mama looked through her open soul She stared upon the golden skies Birds fly again across her eyes I've got a story, a story to tell.

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There was a child went forth every day;
And the first object he look’d upon, that object he became;
And that object became part of him for the day,
Or a certain part of the day,
Or for many years,
Or stretching cycles of years.

Leaves of grass, Autumn Rivulets.
There was a Child went forth. Walt Whitman.

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released October 15, 2016

May Ibáñez · Voz, armónica.
Rafa Adrián · Violín, hammond, piano, voces.
Mike Fernández · Guitarras, voces.
Raúl Pruñonosa · Banjo, guitarras, voces.
Pau García-Serra · Batería, percusión, voces.
Andrés Marco · Contrabajo, bajo.

Colaboran:
Carles Chiner: Dobro en Every Once in a While y Storytellers.
Pedro Bueno: Lapsteel en A Cheap Piece, Sometimes a Great Piece.
Andreu Ferrer: Violoncello en Echo y Hadrianne Bridge.

Grabado y mezclado en RPM Estudios
por Roger García (Abril 2016)
Masterizado en Triay NW Mastering.
Todas las canciones compuestas por Badlands.
Letras por May Ibáñez.
Ilustración portada y contraportada por Pablo Izquierdo.

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Badlands Valencia, Spain

"If it was never new, and it never gets old, then it's a folk song". Bajo esta premisa nace Badlands, un proyecto que, como reza este antiguo adagio, es viejo y nuevo a la vez. En activo desde Mayo del 2014, es una formación joven en espíritu pero anclada a las raíces más profundas del country y del bluegrass. ... more

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