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Narrow Lungs EP

by Sungazers

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1.
Narrow Lungs 03:25
Way forty-seven slowly turns Into a surreal painting The light reflects from the canvas. The old texture makes my mouth dry Way forty-seven, leaves me there Concrete tie and a gentle care Tiny flicker of orange sky A flock passes by, to home they fly Miss you so much Breath out of touch Narrow lungs I feel it’s too much Can’t feel my heartbeat Down turning car heat I can not slow down Blurish window breath Miss you so much Breath out of touch Narrow lungs But still not enough. This blank way breaks, into itself (Hills to be shown) I stare into the coldest stares (I know they’re my own) Thousand needles in thousand lips (Soul to be shown) Endless stabs like looped in gifs. (I know they’re my own)
2.
(forever) 07:01
So you keep scraping pieces on that disk So you keep thinking you can preserve this So is there anything you still want to say I’ll stay here in your nowhere breathing rain Now that I have perspective on our time The darkness we made have come from the insides Now that I lay here deep down in release I close this forever in parenthesis You have disappeared I close this forever
3.
Two names on a vinyl Two leaves holding hands To me you are fragile Of you I am afraid of (try not to fade out, try not to breathe) What have we promised Is what have we done What have we promised? We are alone Mirrors in shatters through them I see naked arms Mirrors are naked As well as my deepest thoughts The surface is floating And I am still here to fall The surface is falling And I don’t know where you are Objects become one If you observe them From a distance Far enough (Mirrors in shatters through them I see naked arms Mirrors are naked As well as my deepest thoughts) The surface is floating And I am still here to fall The surface is falling And I don’t know where you are The surface is floating And I am still here to fall The surface is floating And I don’t know where you are

about

Taken from the 'Objects' short story, the Narrow Lungs EP features three of the nine chapters.

Chapter V. Narrow Lungs
As I was watching the flames eating all the heavy thoughts and cragged paths I was carrying for so long, I suddenly spotted a piece of paper written 1007 on it. The entire burden seemed coming back to me just in a flicker of a second. I poured the glass of water on that segment of my brain I had spent the last couple of hours in, but it was too late. Everything turned into black, and while I was looking for pieces in the tufty smoke, I realized that nothing remained. Then I had no memories just their weight on me. I was in the car again. The rain stopped, just the smell of it and that evil high pressure remained. I was not well. I felt something was coming. Something unexplainable but malicious and hateful. I started to miss something I didn’t have a memory of anymore. The photographs were like a mirror, so I hoped it worked in reverse too. I stared into the review mirror to regain my former life, but the reflections refused to help and pulled faces on me. I turned my sight back to the windshield as fast as I could, but the whole landscape turned into a surreal entity I was incredibly afraid of. All the things I thought I had left at home or had burned in my room of memories were now there, wide awake. They controlled everything: my thoughts, the space around me, and the seemingly never-ending acceleration of the car. The seats tied me down, and the repulsive painting was now the whole world. Torpidity and buzzing is an otherworldly feeling. The atmosphere has grown needles like the limbs of a centipede. At first, it just hurt my mouth in a thousand stabs per second, but as the car accelerated to higher and higher levels it enwrapped my whole body. This entire inside scene reminded me of the stories I played inside the empty box of a fridge when I was a young kid. ‘It works’ I thought… I finally start to remember again. If only I could put a haircloth or a filter in front of wherever they come back from. I just want the nice ones back. And my wish came true. All of my good memories were burned on the tiny shatters of my windshield. They separated the most beautiful way I could ever imagine. Windscreen smashes in slow motion. Suddenly I didn’t care about the shatters anymore. I stared at something more grandiose. As the windscreen did, the painting opened up, it revealed the best one I could imagine. It was a sunset. A sunset with flock of birds arriving home. This was built up from memories too. And I knew they were all my own. They must be. Because I see you and me holding hands under the orange sun.

Read the full story here: sungazersofficial.com/objects
#inspire back: sungazersofficial.com/inspireback
Support the making of the whole 'Objects' LP: www.indiegogo.com/projects/help-sungazers-to-make-the-objects-double-album/x/17336178#/

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sungazersofficial.com
www.facebook.com/sungazersofficial/
twitter.com/sungazers_music
www.instagram.com/sungazersmusic/

credits

released September 15, 2017

Written and produced by: Gergő Géczi
Vocals, guitars, keyboars: Gergő Géczi
Backing vocals: Judit Pohl
Bass, guitars: Máté Fazekas
Drums: Marcell Roncsák (www.facebook.com/marcell.roncsak/)
Recording: Norbert Sóti, Szebasztián Szabó at Miracle Sound Szeged Studio
Mixing, mastering: Szebasztián Szabó at Miracle Sound Szeged Studio (www.facebook.com/miracle.sound/)
Vocals recorded and mixed by: Gergő Géczi

Album art:
Hanga Fazekas - paintings and drawings for the 'Objects' concept story (www.instagram.com/universeofhanga/)
Emil Chalhoub - Official Lyric Video for How to Arrive Home
(www.facebook.com/emilchalhoub/)
Elephant Studio - Official Video for Narrow Lungs
(elephantstudio.hu)

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