Biografía:
Squalloscope is a project by Anna Kohlweis from Vienna, Austria. Her debut album Soft Invasions was released on Vienna-based label Seayou Records in March 2012.
The official website is www.squalloscope.com/.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Capo 2
Dm Am Dm Am
Dm
there’s a certain concentration of freedom between stations
Am
or what i consider freedom in these fenced-in glass walls.
Dm
what we learned from the movies when we were in our pre-teens
Am
turned out to be just the echo of an imprint of a call
C
and i meant to read two novels on my way out to the west
Dm
but i only read the essays with the note on the first page
C
and all i wanted to write about quickly left the scene
Dm
after finding a hole big enough in the air conditioning.
C Dm C Dm
oh…be my home. i forget when i’m on the road.
Dm
and i woke up every morning not knowing where i was
Am
and if the white outside was snow or salt or painted on the glass.
Dm
i feed off simple stories and your memories about wars
Am
and i was staring at the scenery not remembering what cities are for.
C
when i got out of the train at midnight in the middle of it all,
Dm
i felt the cold in my feet and the smoke in my lungs
C
and i ran up and down the platform measuring the train
Dm
like a weirdly lined-up village doomed to be always travelling.
C A# Dm C A# Dm
z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.
Dm
cut the darkness with a plastic fork, it will swallow us whole.
Am
there are no cars in the distance and no voices on the phone.
Dm
everybody’s conquered the prairie just like ma & pa
Am
and i’ve had one too many conversations about america.
C
i remember the nothing shrinking down in size
Dm
and seeing not more than if i hadn’t opened my eyes
C
and having dreams about tidal waves and all of us in tiny boats.
Dm
i remember sitting in a hotel room thinking my head was about to explode.
C A# Dm C A# Dm
z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.
Dm Am Dm Am
Dm
there’s a certain concentration of freedom between stations
Am
or what i consider freedom in these fenced-in glass walls.
Dm
what we learned from the movies when we were in our pre-teens
Am
turned out to be just the echo of an imprint of a call
C
and i meant to read two novels on my way out to the west
Dm
but i only read the essays with the note on the first page
C
and all i wanted to write about quickly left the scene
Dm
after finding a hole big enough in the air conditioning.
C Dm C Dm
oh…be my home. i forget when i’m on the road.
Dm
and i woke up every morning not knowing where i was
Am
and if the white outside was snow or salt or painted on the glass.
Dm
i feed off simple stories and your memories about wars
Am
and i was staring at the scenery not remembering what cities are for.
C
when i got out of the train at midnight in the middle of it all,
Dm
i felt the cold in my feet and the smoke in my lungs
C
and i ran up and down the platform measuring the train
Dm
like a weirdly lined-up village doomed to be always travelling.
C A# Dm C A# Dm
z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.
Dm
cut the darkness with a plastic fork, it will swallow us whole.
Am
there are no cars in the distance and no voices on the phone.
Dm
everybody’s conquered the prairie just like ma & pa
Am
and i’ve had one too many conversations about america.
C
i remember the nothing shrinking down in size
Dm
and seeing not more than if i hadn’t opened my eyes
C
and having dreams about tidal waves and all of us in tiny boats.
Dm
i remember sitting in a hotel room thinking my head was about to explode.
C A# Dm C A# Dm
z-e-p-h-y-r be my home. i forget my one true love when i’m on the road.
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