Frothy Songs

by The Rosquettes

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THE ROSQUETES
Juanpe Varo: guitarras, teclado y voces
Juan Antonio López: batería, percusiones y voces
Alí Quílez: bajo y voces

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Jorge Explosión gritó con Rosquettes “and where the figs!” e inventó una percusión cabalgante en ‘moles, fruits and vegetables’, tocó las maracas en ‘the questions’ y contribuyó a detener el tiempo en ‘frothy’ reproduciendo a velocidad lenta un plato grabado en un magnetofón Telefunken m5.

Grabado en los Estudios Circo Perrotti (Gijón, Asturias) entre el 27 de Febrero y el 2 de Marzo de 2014. Producido por Jorge Muñoz Cobo.

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released October 15, 2014

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Track Name: Moles, fruits and vegetables
(are you calling to me? wait there, I'm going...)

I lost myself this fog strayed me while returning
I’ll find the way if it get vanished in the morning
I don’t find the way but is the plain who finds me there
it says “why don’t we drink some beers until tomorrow?”

can you see the days go by?
while the mountains become higher
while the rivers barrow deeper than the moles

hey, Mrs. Farmer! take your onions and your lettuce
as you’ll see, I’m peeling potatoes – still here
hey, Mrs. Farmer! I forgot where is the grove,
where the apples, where the plums, and where the figs

(...)

is that the plain? the wind smells like holidays
I say “why don’t we fly the kites until tomorrow?”

(...)
Track Name: The Weather is Fine
good, so good! – you feel so good
and the weather is fine – yes, the weather is fine
I’ll meet you in the corner,
I feel something great will happen here tonight

there are a lot of reasons to begin with something raw
like ‘you know, it is the season of the cramp’
there are a lot of reasons to end with something smart
like ‘walk me to the cave’ or even smarter...

(...)

the wind blows on your back
there is no cloud over your shoulders
a rainbow is in the sky
the blackbirds sing a song and you reply them with a whistle
Track Name: You Run Faster Than a Cow
I saw you on the moon surrounded by some cactus
what a fool! c’mon, jump the fence!
unzip your coat! close your mouth!
you run faster than a cow!
where you see the night I see the light
where you see remains I see a pie
let me try to show that you’re blind

I saw you on a pool in the middle of an island
what a fool! c’mon, jump the fence!
unzip your coat! close your mouth!
you run faster than a cow!
where you see the night I see the light
where you see remains I see a pie
let me try to show that you’re blind

because a cow is quiet and slow
because your mind is moving faster and faster
where you see the night I see the light
where you see the night I see the light
let me try to show that you’re blind
Track Name: The Shore
put your feet on the shore in the evening time
you’ll see known colours in a different style
the red looks like a fire, the blue seems to be glue
and when the foam wraps you
everything is gonna move up.
yeah, when the foam wraps you
you’ll take a walk outside the loop

hear, the gulls are laughing
see the crabs dancing ‘surf’
the clams say ‘yeah!’
a squid jumps high and the starfish shines for you

your trail is cleared by the waves
your memories too
(...)
Track Name: The Questions
is my nose a tripper in the bike lane?
what you mean when you say ‘bumblebee’?
have they seen the cover?
how are you?
where is the key?
is there a house on that hill?
what is that black sticky thing?

how did you realize there was a beach there?
what is the true colour of your green?
is there any question?
is about where are the seeds?
is about rain in the plain?
where is the branch of the tree?

is true?
do we belong?
is that a ‘no’?

(...)
Track Name: Frothy
frothy... as the mouse runs through the hall
frothy... as a sunbeam meets the floor,
it seems you’re dreaming
cut off your eyelids
frothy...

frothy... when our eyes crossed for first time
frothy... when we danced Song of the Swamp
it seems you’re dreaming
cut off your eyelids
frothy...

a record-player in the kitchen
eel for lunch
so don’t you think it could be spiced
with the music of New Orleans
it seems you’re dreaming
cut off your eyelids
frothy...