This Is Not Here

by ATLAST

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This Is Not Here EP. All songs and lyrics by ATLAST. Recorded and mixed entirely to analog tape in July 2012 at Estúdios Sá da Bandeira, Porto, Portugal. Mastered in July 2012 by Miguel Marques at Bender Mastering Studio.

Produced by João Brandão and ATLAST
Recorded and mixed by João Brandão
Assistant engineers: Cláudio Tavares and José Pereira
Design by Pyramid Studio

ATLAST, 2012

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released October 15, 2012

All songs and lyrics by ATLAST (André Tavares, André Nunes and Cláudio Tavares).

#1 So Many Things, So Little Time
André Tavares: vocals
André Nunes: guitars, back vocals, percussion
Cláudio Tavares: drums, back vocals, guitar, keyboard
Guilherme Lapa: bass, back vocals

#2 True Colours
André Tavares: vocals
André Nunes: guitars, back vocals
Cláudio Tavares: drums, back vocals, guitar, glockenspiel
Guilherme Lapa: bass
Pedro Maia: classic guitar

ATLAST, 2012.

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ATLAST Portugal

ATLAST is born out of the long-time desire of André Nunes, Cláudio Tavares and André Tavares to make music together, in Porto, Portugal, in 2012.

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Track Name: So Many Things, So Little Time
It's insane how the amount of things you have to do always exceeds overwhelmingly the amount of things you have ever done.

We can roll on our backs, make any move we want.

I don't mean anything,
leak out a dirty story,
speak out anything.
Glory doesn't mean a thing or anything,
We can not make sense and noone will even mind.

We can roll on our backs, make any move we want.
Track Name: True Colours
She’s all over you,
while she’s confessing her blues,
Show the facts, hide the cracks
from the books in the stacks.

Red sky as your canvas:
Use shades from your black protocol
to colour your green streets
with some fake yellow silence.

Your memory’s clouded
Like the grey water from your source,
You should drain your doubts
Because white lies overshadow the real
we don’t have to sing sad songs.
In the morning true colours reflect
the beggining of a daylight saga
that leads you to the night dew.

She’s all over me,
While I’m trying to see
Through the curtain of our shame,
Is this love or is it lust?

But sky is your canvas
Use shades from your black protocol.
Your memory is clouded
like the grey water from your source.
We should write this down
Because our lies overshadow the real me,
Now I hate to sing this song.
Time slips away between our fingers.