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Listen To Seashell

by TROPIKORPS

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  • Record/Vinyl + Digital Album

    Pressed on exotic purple 180 gram 12-inch vinyl, limited to ±303 copies.
    Comes with the special edition postcard.
    Vinyl version has additional new track "Havana Cannibal Limbata''!

    Includes unlimited streaming of Listen To Seashell via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more.
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Sick Rose 04:10
''O Rose thou art sick. The invisible worm, That flies in the night In the howling storm: Has found out thy bed Of crimson joy: And his dark secret love Does thy life destroy.'' - William Blake These hanging vines Get in my way You could be mine Because I say Moving through this green plane Some would say Not green earth But green hell! My view is suspended I just can't tell...
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When you throw me in the air Love is spinning everywhere When you throw me in the air Love is spinning everywhere When you throw me in the air Love is spinning everywhere When you throw me in the air Love is spinning everywhere When you throw me in the air Love is spinning everywhere When you throw me in the air Love is spinning everywhere Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs Daydream Like Anaïs
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Umbella 03:32
Umbellaaaaa Lord of The Crown Umbellaaaaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaaa Umbellaaaaa Son of The Sun Son of The Sun Umbellaaa Umbellaaaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaaa Lord of The Crown Umbellaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaaa Umbellaaaa Child Royal Child Royal Umbellaaa Umbellaaa Child into an Animal Umbellaaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaa Umbellaaa Lord of Diadems Umbellaaa The Unavoidable One (Living Forever)
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Tropikorps Tropikorps Tropika korps Tropika korps Business man on vacation Flying first class mojito Bikini atoll At the push of a button Casinos and prostitution The Queen of hearts A stagnant swamp Sensuality enslaved Escaping from freedom Life at the helm Life’s floating away A child's life Listen to sea shell If you forget Children are stolen Out of control ‘Saulės vaikai Ateikit pas mane Ateikit pas mane Ateikit pas mane…’

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''Step down on the sand...The lizard crosses the path, a coconut falls. It lands very close and rolls away. A warm wind blows through the palms. A wave casts vibrations throwing some polished colored stones; a feeling through the sand contacting the foot through a hole in the leather sole of a slim black shoe. Looking down, the tropical sun glimmers in spots playing upon the surface of newly shined leather. There are many dull patches where the polished skin is too worn. The stones make sunny metallic sounds as the wave recedes. A white hand picks some up and rolls them between the fingers, then drops them into some water moving out from the river mouth. Sea foam collects in the roots of the mangroves. Stones make hollow sounds contacting the clusters of drift wood. Suddenly the body is stung by a swarm of tiny strange insects. Then a metallic solar buzzing. A dog bat flies over head trailing beneath it a gigantic shadow. Then a pulsating cymbal drone thinking briefly of tourism and plastic economies; colorful trinkets sold to western people like the glass beads the spanish used to trade with the indians. Colorful plastic soon to replace ivory. Some green fish are beneath the surface of the clear brackish water thinking of a tribal performance where the dancers jump up and down with bare feet on broken china. It makes a sound like pieces of broken shell inside a huge rattle, to the rhythm of gongs and hi pitched bamboo reed instruments. A small dark skinned child carves a pineapple in a spiraling star shape thinking of the awkward turtle like appearance of the backpack laden tourists that prefer to call themselves travelers, being harassed by taxi drivers. Trashed flip flops imbedded in the dirt road. Dreams like exotic birds fluttering through an inner dimension. Illusions created through exotic imagery, half baked hopes. Frustrated reality, a mutated version of the exotic illusion. Shards of screen put together transforming the present. A quetzacoatl half man half multi colored bird.''

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released September 22, 2014

All music + words <<TROPIKORPS >> Voov Pauli + Iggi Coldkoff.

''Listen To Seashell' was recorded between Greater London [UK] + San Francisco, CA [USA]. Mastered by Skot Brown in Oakland, CA [USA]. Circa 2011-2012.

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