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This is a song based on snippets from a conversation I'd had with a man in Cali on 10 Dec this year.
The following night I woke at 4am in a small room in the Hotel Des Delphines in Buenaventura, Colombia; it's on the Pacific coast; the tropical rain there falls constantly. The buildings are black with mould; the whole town feels like it's rotting. I was tired. The huge military presence in the town and the relentless talk of violence, detentions and disappareances makes for strange dreams.
The noise of rain and car horns outside the hotel woke me. I had these lines from the conversation I'd had still bugging me, going round in my head. So I made up this track.
Because I didn't have any instruments with me it was made initially entirely with software synths which is a new venture for me and Rebsie. My vocal is sung into the pinhole; you can hear the thick rain, the car horns, and my TV. It's poor quality - but I love GB because it allows you to make songs like this at the drop of a hat. To re-record it at home would have been nonsense. It's more of a diary entry than a full production.
When I came back to the UK, Rebsie added gorgeous harmony vocals and some bass guitar to lift the choruses.
Jhonny Silva Aranguren: http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2005/11/328162.html
The following night I woke at 4am in a small room in the Hotel Des Delphines in Buenaventura, Colombia; it's on the Pacific coast; the tropical rain there falls constantly. The buildings are black with mould; the whole town feels like it's rotting. I was tired. The huge military presence in the town and the relentless talk of violence, detentions and disappareances makes for strange dreams.
The noise of rain and car horns outside the hotel woke me. I had these lines from the conversation I'd had still bugging me, going round in my head. So I made up this track.
Because I didn't have any instruments with me it was made initially entirely with software synths which is a new venture for me and Rebsie. My vocal is sung into the pinhole; you can hear the thick rain, the car horns, and my TV. It's poor quality - but I love GB because it allows you to make songs like this at the drop of a hat. To re-record it at home would have been nonsense. It's more of a diary entry than a full production.
When I came back to the UK, Rebsie added gorgeous harmony vocals and some bass guitar to lift the choruses.
Jhonny Silva Aranguren: http://www.indymedia.org.uk/en/2005/11/328162.html
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Lyrics
Stuff a newspaper in your ear
Everything's going to be all right
I know a place where they dance the salsa
Everything is going to be alright
chorus:
I've never been to Agua Blancas
Would you like to come to a party
Everything's going to be alright
I work in agriculture
Everything is going to be alright
chorus
The rebels are on the edge of town
They occupy the higher ground
Out there, oh yeah
chorus
(I've never heard of Jhonny Silva
They stopped the traffic I was late for work)...
Everything's going to be all right
I know a place where they dance the salsa
Everything is going to be alright
chorus:
I've never been to Agua Blancas
Would you like to come to a party
Everything's going to be alright
I work in agriculture
Everything is going to be alright
chorus
The rebels are on the edge of town
They occupy the higher ground
Out there, oh yeah
chorus
(I've never heard of Jhonny Silva
They stopped the traffic I was late for work)...
Epileptic Gibbon
One of the nice things about Revolving Doris is that you never
know what you're gonna get next… but even I had never expected
you two to do something quite like this. This could be Moby or
someone. Sounds really good. And great that you're talking about
a serious issue within a framework of music. It's subtle without
ramming it down anyone's throat… thought-provoking but
without being cliched. And the fact that it stands up in its own
right as a piece of ambient electronica is even more impressive.
What a great idea and an impressive piece of work, you guys.
Sorted.