Luan Bates - vocals, programmed drums, electric and acoustic guitars
Jefferson Soares - programmed drums
João Victor Moura - bass guitar
Bass recorded at João's house
Vocals, drums and guitars recorded at Sonoro studio by Jefferson Soares
Produced by Jefferson Soares and Luan Bates
Mixed and mastered by Gustavo Coutinho at Abra Sounds studio
Nightbird Records, 2016.
Someone said “be strange, then you’ll live like a man in modern age”
I think I’m just lost in the time
Certain things you shouldn’t heal
It’s hard to block what you feel
When you’re almost losing your mind
When can I leave this town?
Can I count the days?
‘Cause outside home, there won’t be hope
At least it’s better than waiting in vain
Waiting for a cure to the blues
Of the one with the pencil in his hand
So that’s the question, right?
‘Cause my mind has chased answers
And it can’t find out why
I blame the night
‘Cause in my thoughts there’s a litany
Desire and misery
Things might not be what you want
A dreamer, a cunt