Horizons of Expectation EP

by Holophrase

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released 13 April 2012
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Produced by Ikey Owens

Recorded at Sundayhouse Studio, Bastrop, TX
Engineered by Stephen Ceresia
Mixed by J.P Bendzinski and Ikey Owens
Mastered at Morningwood Studios, Fort Collins, CO

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"The music of Holophrase is an alchemical mixture of shifting rhythms, angular melodies and dark, sultry undertones that ... more give each song a tinge of old world decadence. To the musical cognoscenti, the group struck an immediate chord with fans of Magazine and Chrome for its indefinably otherworldly yet organic and subtly visceral sound." less

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Track Name: Alligatron
(by Malgorzata Stacha and Luis Etscheid)

Shall I start
So..
Sad struck me and I fell
Don't give me all my life to spare
Instead i'll take you out of here
so why not?

Little lives locked in brittle moments
Sound or word from far away

Gently rushed by fears glow
strangers eat from your table
quietly raise from glass to lips
politely poison borrowed sips

Drive into silhouettes
Where am I?
When did I suddenly care
When do I?

Ocean scent
Nostrils Ice - kissed
Static spark of a dust-lit beam
boundless serene light, call to wake
insipid sinking anyway

Thank you my dear Europa for a place for life
Sound or word from far away, sound or word.
Track Name: The Ninth Circle
PIELGRZYM (by Cyprian Norwid)
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Nad stanami jest i s t a n ó w - s t a n.
Jako wieża nad płaskie domy
Stercząca, w chmury…

2

Wy myślicie, że i ja nie Pan,
Dlatego że dom mój ruchomy
Z wielbłądziej skóry…

3

Przecież ja --- aż w nieba łonie trwam,
Gdy ono duszę mą porywa,
Jak piramidę!

4

Przecież i ja --- z i e m i t y l e m a m,
I l e j e j s t o p a m a p o k r y w a,
D o p o k ą d i d ę!
Track Name: Hair Gardens
(by Malgorzata Stacha)

Hours in trains on an orchid tongue.
Cheering to the present that's future…
Swift-foot ways of dreams weave away.
Streetcar brew. My anger fits nowhere
Syren voices, owls' hooking… where is everyone?

In the infirmary waiting for my kochani
Wet twig scratches on glass.
Still confused, I fall asleep into open waters.