Well, it's true

by April fool's day

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Well, it’s true, (autoedición, 2012):

El nuevo disco está concebido y desarrollado en todas sus facetas por el propio grupo, junto con la colaboración de amigos y conocidos que han colaborado con sus aportaciones. El resultado, una edición especial de 300 copias con un pack exclusivo hecho a mano por el grupo y que contiene una postal específica para cada canción. Un minucioso trabajo artístico que engloba música, letras, diseño, fotografía y artesanía.

“Well it’s true” se puede adquirir a partir del 1 de abril de 2012 en www.aprilfoolsdayband.com y su descarga en mp3 será gratuita para todo el mundo.

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released 01 April 2012
Grabado en los Estudios Sequentialee (Andújar) de la mano de Pedro Cantudo (Limousine, Jubilee, Whitechapel, Tarik y la fabrica de colores, Universal Circus, Howe Gelb, etc.).

April fool's day son:

Imar Sanmartí - Guitarras/mini-moog
David Garitonandia - Guitarras/voz
Marc Espasa- Bajos/voces
Nacho Garrido - Bateria

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tags: pop april barcelona day dream pop fool shoegazer Barcelona

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Track Name: Zelig
Well, it’s true, I borrowed your tic, I like it.
Underline a tense that make you stop.
Fold a corner.
Maybe I’ll forget it, but I keep doing it anyway.

Yes, it’s true, I borrowed your tic, I like it.
Tear maps away, let’s see where chance take us.
If we never got lost together, let’s do it once again.

Well, it’s true, I borrow your tic, I like it.
Switch on the alarm clock at saturday night
to throw it against the wall on sunday.

* I tried to get something in common,
it would be the best way, to don’t forget you,
no matter what I said.
I can’t think of a better way to get it.

** Don’t forget the books I’ve lent you.
I like your new heavy metal clock.

Yes, it’s true, I borrowed that tic, I like it.
I don’t deny I might just become a fake
made by cuttings.
Maybe I do wrong, but i keep doing it anyway.

** Don’t forget the books I’ve lent you.
I like your new heavy metal clock.

* I tried to get something in common,
it would be the best way, to don’t forget you,
no matter what I said.
I can’t think of a better way to get it.
Track Name: Sand Mountains
You've been collecting beach buckets
during last years.
There’s more than enough
for the tallest castle ever built anywhere.

It was really nice when
we were just kids, so much easy
to bury and forget;
just not so much the last time.

*You wish to put it under the biggest mountain...
No matter how much sand you get,
ain’t that enough.

Maybe it’s somehow
to reach some fleeting answer,
an ephemeral happiness
to dug up whenever you want.

*You wished to put it under the biggest mountain...
No matter how much sand you got,
ain’t that enough.

**You come back here some day soon
to bury and forget
with the tallest castle ever built.

*You wished to put it under the biggest mountain...
No matter how much sand you got,
ain’t that enough.
Track Name: A brief escape
A blow around your face freeze you up.
She grabs you by the arm and stops your worries
with a laugh.
Leave some broken glass behind you.
Don't care. Start to run, it's your brief escape.
*She knows the perfect place to hide,
and blow your worries for a while. It's enough.

**Nothing is going to destroy anything.
Searching for the keys of your car
you’re too young now.
It’s just a feeling you’re gonna keep forever,
all you need is right there.

*She knows the perfect place to hide,
where everything is far enough.
It’s your brief scape, to forget it all.
You can't help laughing. Behind a slit.
Where the light can’t see.
She covers your mouth in the best way. All is gone.

**It’s just a feeling you’re gonna keep forever,
but all you need now is right there.
She’ll cover your mouth in the best way, then everything will disappear.

*You know the perfect place to hide (now)
to forget it all, for a while. It’s your brief escape.
Track Name: Grey hat
I thought I never would have a grey hat,
no matter how many times I comb my hair
the mirror never told me
and I start getting older tonight (again).

Why on earth...
I thought I never would waste so much time.
I thought I never...

Little by little we spend the days,
we’ll just remember what pictures say.

As chance would have it, I’m there now.
Distance has no way of making it easier.
If it’s not too late to understand,
nothing got started, nothing else at the start;
if that’s the point for fear of breakin’ things down... I never set it off.
But I thought I never would have a grey hat.

**Little by little, words flaying away, wasted time.
From what I see, I should be a graybeard,
(but) I can’t see other thing that a last step under my feet. If coincidences ride together, they have led me here.
If that’s the point for fear of breakin’ things down, I never set it off
Track Name: Parasol
She tries to tuck one's legs in,
to not touch the cold ground,
explains that while she likes the summer...
The swinging from her spoon wakes me up

I try to regain her words and waves,
while I see how...

She tries to remove the clouds
with a broad grin, it makes me smile.
She‘ll miss the sun with after-lunch words,
while I’m thinkin’ I’ll miss her freckles.

Trying to regain her words and waves,
while I see how...

...they're riding by her back.
Track Name: Diary orange tree
That tree morning by morning
for a rest lying on the grass.
I spoke and spoke, quiet, lookin’ at its navels.

Words, fallin' down one by one.
Some diary leaves wind up into
an orange juice with pulp.

*I would like to bring back just the better ones.
What if I make a juice?
One of these days, to let go a piece of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
I would like to bring back the better ones for a while, to let go a part of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.

Under a flickering shadow
I’ll choose two or three, no more.
Another time and place,
another stranger ending.

*I would like to bring back just the better ones.
What if I make a juice?
One of these days, to let go a piece of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
I would like to bring back the better ones for a while, to let go a part of me,
at least that’s better than nothing.
Track Name: Being P. Connors
I didn’t realize. I can tell by that sign.
Each light is turning around in long silhouettes.

Time starts to run slowly.
It must have been the red (one).
I know that, that sign.

It can not be the end of the world,
if it was last time.
But what was that red one? I press it again.
I recognize that. That sign.

Time starts to run slowly.
It must have been the red (one).
I know that, that sign.
But it could be the end of the world,
is this it? That sign...
Track Name: Calypso island
Usually he’s asking himself,
may I reach it if I propose?
If he could stay not for a while.

*There’s no room for doubt.
Connecting the dots,
he saw too much.
It’s our worst story tale,

It’s the kind of island is in his thoughts.
Look up for some star pointing north.
There’s no such thing, unfortunately.

*There’s no room for doubt.
Connecting the dots,
he saw too much,
our favorite regret.

He'd rather try bringing the moon here
than let it spinning.
It’s our favorite regret.

*Connecting the dots,
he saw too much,
it’s our worst story tale.

*Connecting the dots,
he saw too much,
it’s our favorite regret.
Track Name: No thread could bring that kites back
*They get away by the warm wind
They get away by the cold wind
Do they know how to come back?
When you wake up you realize
there’s no thread that could bring them back.

Before we go to sleep, at night, they grow up,
they rise up like kites.
Sleeping blow them away beyond
the airplane lights.
Next morning you repeat:
Perhaps, they come back.

*They get away by the warm wind
They get away by the cold wind
Do they know how to come back?
When you wake up you realize
there’s no thread that could bring them back.

Tonight, back to the start,
there’s a chance to hold it on tight.

*Then we get away by the warm wind
we get away by the cold wind
just like kites
We get away by the cold wind
We get away by the warm wind
just like kites
Track Name: March
Each year starts too late,
it’s getting too cold to find a way up.
I couldn’t do much more than
listen to the clock.
This month has been the longest one,
but March is comming up, is right on the doorstep.
I wanted to fix everything at once,
I had no time. I had no time.

Waitin' my own preaching from
somebody’s mouth, to hear it again?
Just words and words, if it wasn’t true.

“I had no time, I had no time.”
If our only difference is that,
where do I start?
I wish it were that easy,
wearing a coat inside out,
This year will start on March 1
but it’s ok, it’s gonna start...

This year starts on March 1
but it’s ok, it starts...
This year starts on April 1
but it’s ok, it starts...
This year starts on May 1
but it’s ok, it starts...
This year starts on June 1
but it’s ok, it starts...