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Shore To Shore (Isolation Mix)
Shore To Shore (Isolation Mix)
Native Song | Quena | Zampoña
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COLECTIVA and Maria Grapsa present: Under The
The debut single from COLECTIVA 'Under The', out now on Movimientos. Tormented melodies, jagged horn hits, and a rhythm section bristling with energy open the song, evoking sounds of struggle. Harmonies stack, as the musicians reach a triumphant yet vulnerable precipice. The arrival of a montuno transports them towards a utopia, and launching into a timba-inflected breakdown, COLECTIVA take us home, above the trees, within the earth, where we are one, the big cats chasing snakes while deer run free.Their first single, Under The came to life when jazz pianist Maria Grapsa brought an early arrangement of the tune to the collective. Working together over a series of collaborative sessions typical of their creative process, they crafted the song you hear today.COLECTIVA is:Trombone: Viva MsimangTrumpet: Deanna WilhelmTrumpet: Poppy DanielsFlute: Sarah WackettViolin: Nadine NagenKeys: Luisa SantiagoBass: Alley LloydPercussion: Lilli ElinaDrums: Lya Reis GuerreroLabel: Movimientos LondonRecording + Mixing: Giles Barrett at Soup StudiosMastering: Juan Carlos ArévaloLive Action Director: Natalja SafronovaAnimation Director: Balbina BochuzynskaArt Direction / Set Design: Juliana CaviedesArt Department Assistant: Christine Cave
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here
COLECTIVA and Maria Grapsa present: Under The
The debut single from COLECTIVA 'Under The', out now on Movimientos. Tormented melodies, jagged horn hits, and a rhythm section bristling with energy open the song, evoking sounds of struggle. Harmonies stack, as the musicians reach a triumphant yet vulnerable precipice. The arrival of a montuno transports them towards a utopia, and launching into a timba-inflected breakdown, COLECTIVA take us home, above the trees, within the earth, where we are one, the big cats chasing snakes while deer run free.Their first single, Under The came to life when jazz pianist Maria Grapsa brought an early arrangement of the tune to the collective. Working together over a series of collaborative sessions typical of their creative process, they crafted the song you hear today.COLECTIVA is:Trombone: Viva MsimangTrumpet: Deanna WilhelmTrumpet: Poppy DanielsFlute: Sarah WackettViolin: Nadine NagenKeys: Luisa SantiagoBass: Alley LloydPercussion: Lilli ElinaDrums: Lya Reis GuerreroLabel: Movimientos LondonRecording + Mixing: Giles Barrett at Soup StudiosMastering: Juan Carlos ArévaloLive Action Director: Natalja SafronovaAnimation Director: Balbina BochuzynskaArt Direction / Set Design: Juliana CaviedesArt Department Assistant: Christine Cave
BROOKLYNN - i hate it here
On and on it goes i know It’s just a part of me Never ever been something I control How did we get here I fear I’m worried for my life Is it just a matter of time Before we go Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here The cycle carried on Just like a feather in the wind It was hard to trace it back But we knew it’d never end And the houses They were never ever built on sinking sand They were built on backs of men They were trying to break The kingdom grew and told those men That they were never great And they showed them only hate Anytime they were showcased Okay Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here There were bruises left in history They kept a mystery from us And the people that tried to break us They only feared us Because we were too free We were too free We were too free We were too free Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it Momma oh Momma oh how I hate it here Oh how I hate it here