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quarta-feira, 10 de fevereiro de 2016

Far From Alaska lança single com música inédita, 'Chills', de autoria do grupo

Na rota de turnê que aporta nos Estados Unidos em março de 2016, a banda potiguar Far From Alaska lança single com música inédita neste mês de fevereiro de 2016. Chills é rock composto em inglês, sendo assinado por Emmily Barreto, Cris Botarelli, Rafael Brasil, Eduardo Filgueira e Lauro Kirsch. Produzida pelo próprio quinteto surgido em Natal (RN) em 2012, a gravação foi feita no estúdio da gravadora Deck, Tambor, na cidade do Rio de Janeiro (RJ). Chris Hanzsek masterizou a gravação mixada por Pedro Garcia. Eis a letra de Chills, o rock da lavra do grupo Far From Alaska:

Chills
(Emmily Barreto, Cris Botarelli, Rafael Brasil, Eduardo Filgueira e Lauro Kirsch)

I'm telling myself that I still hate ya
'Cause you screwed up, for all I'll blame ya
You make love like you're craving for days

I'm wondering how the hell you found me
'Cause nothing was left, damn, you surprised me
You make love like you're craving for days

You showed up yesterday... Why?
I was pretty close to forgetting your face
You make love like you're craving for days

You only think of yourself... Why?
I can't stand the fact that my body wants yours
We make love...

Oh, she speaks in lights of thunderbolts
How can I forget her?
I'm sucking up my pride, never mind, never mind

She speaks about the nights we had
How can I forget her?
Dancing in the rain, oh my God, oh my God

I told you not to go (told you not to go)
How could you, poor you, could you be so slow? (could you be so slow)
Everybody's singing "Why"?

I wanted you so much (wanted you so much)
How could you, poor you, could you be so cold? (could you be so cold)
Everybody's singing "Why"?

Nana nanana nanana nana nana
(You're getting closer, I say no. I'm thinking... hey, hey)
Nana nanana nanana nana nana
(You threw your clothes, you say you're mine. I'm thinking... hey, hey)

I can't fake it when you're naked
I really gotta go, but there's no control

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Mauro Ferreira disse...

♪ Na rota de turnê que aporta nos Estados Unidos em março de 2016, a banda potiguar Far From Alaska lança single com música inédita neste mês de fevereiro de 2016. Chills é rock composto em inglês, sendo assinado por Emmily Barreto, Cris Botarelli, Rafael Brasil, Eduardo Filgueira e Lauro Kirsch. Produzida pelo próprio quinteto surgido em Natal (RN) em 2012, a gravação foi feita no estúdio da gravadora Deck, Tambor, na cidade do Rio de Janeiro (RJ). Chris Hanzsek masterizou a gravação mixada por Pedro Garcia. Eis a letra de Chills, o rock da lavra do grupo Far From Alaska:

Chills
(Emmily Barreto, Cris Botarelli, Rafael Brasil, Eduardo Filgueira e Lauro Kirsch)

I'm telling myself that I still hate ya
'Cause you screwed up, for all I'll blame ya
You make love like you're craving for days

I'm wondering how the hell you found me
'Cause nothing was left, damn, you surprised me
You make love like you're craving for days

You showed up yesterday... Why?
I was pretty close to forgetting your face
You make love like you're craving for days

You only think of yourself... Why?
I can't stand the fact that my body wants yours
We make love...

Oh, she speaks in lights of thunderbolts
How can I forget her?
I'm sucking up my pride, never mind, never mind

She speaks about the nights we had
How can I forget her?
Dancing in the rain, oh my God, oh my God

I told you not to go (told you not to go)
How could you, poor you, could you be so slow? (could you be so slow)
Everybody's singing "Why"?

I wanted you so much (wanted you so much)
How could you, poor you, could you be so cold? (could you be so cold)
Everybody's singing "Why"?

Nana nanana nanana nana nana
(You're getting closer, I say no. I'm thinking... hey, hey)
Nana nanana nanana nana nana
(You threw your clothes, you say you're mine. I'm thinking... hey, hey)

I can't fake it when you're naked
I really gotta go, but there's no control