Frana​/​Opiliones Split 7"

by Frana/Opiliones

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This record is out thanks to Munich Punk Shop (DE), Frammenti Di Un Cuore Esploso (IT) and Antena Krzyku (PL).

Now available on 7" vinyl!

To get a copy you can purchase online at:
munich-punk-shop.de - www.antenakrzyku.pl - www.x-mist.de

or drop a mail at:
fce.rec@gmail.com - last.order@munich-punk-shop.de - arek@antenakrzyku.pl

credits

released March 17, 2016

Cover artwork by Alice Milani - "Wislawa Szymborska, si dà il Caso Che io sia qui" - Ed. Beccogiallo 2015 - alicemilani.org

Frana on this record are Francesco, Luca, Luigi and Sascha - franafrana.bandcamp.com - frana.band@gmail.com

Opiliones are Hannes, Helli, Rudi and Paco - soundcloud.com/opiliones - opilio@gmx.de

Recorded by F. Intraina and T. Brüssel, mastered by F. Intraina and M. Giannotti in October 2015.

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Frana Milan, Italy

Multiple meanings, multiple feelings.

Frana is Fra-Luca-Fra, noise/post-hardcore from Milano. We play loud and speak nonsense.

You can reach us at:

frana.band_at_gmail.com

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Track Name: Frana - Slumping at the rate of yawns
in the basement of a big building all the kittens
without an owner organized a meeting
to clarify the situation, i forgot how goes on...
now someone could say i stopped to believe in good moments

no need to claim tornadoes to pacify and clean
i´d call it addiction for having no rest
why do you drown so hard? why the earth must tremble?
to poison the growing grass?

to be sincere i´d rather hold my breath for good
than listening over and over to creaking regrets
if dreams are made of dust and dust is made of dead skin
then we rest on our own scraps
Track Name: Frana - You'd be so scared on the treno fantasma
bye bye dear mountains and preachers
i gotta fill the box with empty space

without those trees as limit of your sight
you´d see your back if the world was round

long ago i was dancing for few coins
i was the lonely monster in crooked cages

all the way down to lake apathy
my most sensational point of view

it seems so frail
like a temporary idol
a stack of false stones glued with nightmares and a drop of her perfume
you were supposed to build a hut out there...

we are looking for new drivers, since memories have failed
a cure for all the pictures yellowed
imaginary structures for pulling backward
won´t help at all, won´t heal for sure