Good Morning, Rocinha E​.​P

by The Birthday Letters

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released August 6, 2016

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Track Name: The Future is History
Dreams again
Circling round my head
We pretend
The future we live in is

Underneath
Every instinct
Noise in the trees
Off in the distance

Dream of a mystery
Tell me a joke
The future is history
Its getting old
We grow older every year

In Jacob's dream
The ladder of angels sing
From keyholes spring
The songs of our infancy

I can't just leave
Abandon the promise
I can't believe
The fire in the forest
Track Name: Boxers of Havana
Where the life
In other places
Im in love with
Those kinds of strangers

Who could teach you
Ignorance
Is a slight of hand?
And to be more
Elegant
In the dreams you have?

Do I want you?
Are you there?
I thought I heard a voice from somewhere
Ropes are turning
In the yard
A bell is ringing
For Havana

In a cartoon
The moon shines blue
And it smiles too
When I want to
Be more
Dangerous
And confuse us
The whole world
Catches up
But it won't catch us

Hope you care
See you in the morning
My chemistry
Is safer in this knowledge

Ropes are turning
In the yard
A bell is ringing
For Havana
Do I want you?
Are you there?
I thought I heard a voice rom somewhere
Track Name: Güeros
I have waited a long, long time
Will you be here when I die?
Times are changing around my ears
Can I please just disappear?

If I'm lonely
I can't help it

Please change everything I'm not
And the creeps will no doubt stop
Raining apples on my brain
Continental reference chain

It sounds crazy
But thats how it feels

Be like the one who
Who wasn't there
Who scanned the barcode?
Who cut my hair?
Track Name: Good Morning, Rocinha
Is it easier to say?
We got lost along the way
In the gardens of our eyes
We are hidden and disguised

I want to
But I don't understand
My good fortune
In being where I am

From the cradle to the grave
I watched your lifetime in a day
In the city of the soil
Wrapped in aluminium foil

These memories
Further down the track
I told you
They're never coming back