Eat your coney Island

by pictorial candi

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What to expect in terms of style: asian/caribean - medieval pop - lo fi punk rock - experimental - chamber music - orchestral music for the accompaniment of thought.

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released April 22, 2012

jerzy rogiewicz, piotr zabrodzki, adam byczkowski, eddie stevens, marcin masecki, piotr wrobel.

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pictorial candi Warszawa, Poland

Warsaw based "Pictorial Candi is the pseudonym of off-kilter Argentinian songstress Candelaria Saenz Valiente and her debut solo LP, Eat Your Coney Island [...] is as bewildering as it is brilliant and, to contextualise that comment, it’s fucking sensational.” (Dots&dashes). Her second album DRINK is a bottle of fizzy beverage done diy: a cohesive sounding psychedelic punk-pop to dirty techno. ... more

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Track Name: Paulos Raptis
Hold on to land of brother gleam,
or so it seems.
I hold on to you,
I'm in and out,
I hold on still.

I'm a hawk in your mountain of hawks.
The sun house id burning for so many.

Bone in the sand I 'd rather see
for prudeness is
bound to be wooed than Raptis be,
and so it seems

I'm a hawk in your mountain of hawks.
The sun house is burning,
the whole house is burning
for so many.
Track Name: Ode to Plethora
Plethora, Plethora!
Mountain peaks,
get to them reach all the time, do.

Unrestful rest!
Lie down in pale bucket, chicken face
of vacuum outer crust race.

Get me fullfillment.

Into the the clouds,
into the clouds:
Mountain Peaks!

Fedora, Fedora!
Hurry up, do.
Run there; be still.

The treasure is not geometric, it has no temperature,
it unfolds through the clouds.

Get me fullfillment.

Odd is on the case,
the chasing meadowed odd.
Little pinnacle of oddity he is, Rascal.
Plondering, meandering on rich grounds, they say:
Oh so fertile.
Oh so fertile and yet crows don't blacken it.

Into the clouds...
Mountain peaks!