Sparse Prism

by Dawnshape

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  • Gorgeous hand-numbered digisleeve with poster. Limited to 500 copies.

    Also includes immediate download of 6-track album in your choice of 320k mp3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.
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    edition of 500 

     €6 EUR

     

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06:19

credits

released November 8, 2010

Antoine Ollivier - electric guitar, vocals
Sebastien Hurtel - bass guitar
Gregory Hoepffner - drums, recording, mixing & mastering

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Dawnshape Paris, France

Dawnshape is a French entity ran by Antoine Ollivier in long time partnership with bassist Sébastien Hurtel. Their music is a constant tension between pop efficiency and thirst for experimentation, led by Antoine’s simple and sensible vocal melodies through unusual song structures and odd harmonies. ... more

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Track Name: Several Inputs
I should try, I need to start
I need to start with simple ideas
This is vast, we've been doing our thing
we've been doing our thing
for so long already

This is a mess to decrypt

Searching for doors across glitching walls

As always, me trying hard
me trying hard to get appart from life
I can't get what's all around,
what's all around
whispered to my eyes

This is a mess to decrypt

Searching for doors across glitching walls
Track Name: Is It Boiling?
An opaque shroud isn't walking out loud
above your flickering streets.
Reclaim your rewards, it doesn't quite retards
the manner daylight keeps fleeting.

Can't you hear the marching drum
growing louder?
I think I heard it although it was only a murmur.
In the temples, in the temples, is it boiling?
In between the jaws, is it sour?

See you had it all vanished, what you'd not dare to reach, that wasn't there and you could'n name it : happy now?
It scratches all the varnish, you keep on chewing your speech.

Horizon's low, weighing on your eyebrows,
above the repeating houses.
Track Name: Border
You sure warned me about what's laying over there
Such imposing of consequences I just can't stare at it

Now I can walk aside

You told me what's waiting, nestled among the ferns
Felt asleep again, groping along the fence

I can't observe the slightest move, for I built my shelter way to close from the border

The woods you came back from, I have my own to cross
Here is the yard where I vainly rejoice