Many are likely to not sound this band. Barcelona born in 2005 in Seattle and came to be a small gap from 2008 in the folk scene through more commercial side "Absolutes", a remarkable record in the light that shone own expansive ballads as' Colors' or 'Come Back When You Can '. After a difficult period in which frankly were rejected by Universal, the trio led by Brian Fennell returns to action today with a second album - "Not Quite Yours" - which retrieves the melodic and earthy essential that recognized some years ago. As a brief presentation of this refreshing album here we present the sinuous 'Slowly' which took days and days listening to our portable players.
Instrumentally this song is the most delicious heard so far, but the content of it is totally different from its musical structure. The lyrics of 'Slowly' tortuous talks about feelings that come to suffer after breaking a relationship that has marked the last identity of each one of us. If you are the sweetest ballads and soft you can not miss the opportunity to hear this. 'Slowly' is worth its weight in gold and is without doubt the best of a "Not Quite Yours" which is very close to the sound of the magnum opus of Barcelona.
Letra / Lyrics Barcelona – Slowly:
One more day down these stairs
His room is cold now and it hurts like hell
He holds tight, he stares
It’s almost over and it’s running through his head
They don’t know me, they don’t know more than I show
She’s walking up to him so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause she’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day
One more smile, one more bed
Her eyes are dark now and they hurt like hell
She’s so still, she’s dead
She knows it’s over, she holds her head and says,
They can’t love me, they can’t love what I don’t show
He’s walking up to her so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
This one is different cause he’s lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more
There’ve been to many times when I’ve drowned you with these perfect lines
And you’ve heard me say that I can cure you
This morning I woke up with this overwhelming fear of love
And I’m not sure if I can resurrect you
I’m walking up to you so slowly
It’s about time, it’s about time to fly away, but wait
I swear it’s different cause I’m lonely
Fold your wings, you’ll need them more one day
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