PARK SESSIONS (ep170) | Šarijanata - Beyond the end of the road

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  • Опубліковано 7 вер 2024
  • Wherever, whoever, whenever, but acoustic.
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    šesteročlani gypsy folk punk bend iz Zagreba osnovan 2021.
    Cajon: Ivan Andrašić
    Violina: Ana Tarle
    Dude: Mihael Emanuel Večković
    Gitara: Jan Vržina
    Odsutni su glavni vokal Karlo Klanac i harmonika Ivan Šimić
    "[Šarijanata] je najjednostavnije rečeno muzika ceste. Pjesme ako nisu baš nastajale na autostoperskim putovanjima širom zemlje i ostatka Evrope, u šumarcima i na plažama gdje se na divlje kampiralo u hammocima i sl. onda su sigurno inspirirane temeljito proživljenim iskustvima hedonističkog nomadizma stečenih u obilaženju muzičkih festivala i drugih živopisnih lokacija, ali i općenito svega vezanog za putujući avanturizam gdje se prostori slobode pronalaze i stvaraju mimo osjećaja sigurnosti vezanog za uobičajena građanska uporišta poput stabilnog izvora prihoda, krova nad glavom, ključa u bravi i jasno zacrtanog plana aktivnosti."
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    lyrics:
    Where the roots with their trees turn to dust
    The railways, the shipyards, already rust
    Where the future's uncertain, seeps into the past
    Expectations and habits the deadliest traps
    The one thing's for sure are bags and bootstraps
    Days turn to hours, no matter how much's elapsed
    It's not a point in time, it's outside the maps
    It's the point you get to after you collapse
    Beyond the end of the road that's where the real fun begins
    Beyond the end of the road where nothing really exists
    Beyond the end of the road where dusk and dawn they turn to mist
    Beyond the end of the road that's where our journey persists
    The border has gone my friend, don't you look back
    The deserts, the marshlands, the crevices, the cracks
    Following the unknown, the familiar's been taxed
    Logic and rationale, they stop in their tracks
    The Other is us as they walk side by side
    The Moon and the Hermit cards are bona fide
    The bold are the fools, it's spoken with pride
    But rather listen to the Other, and strap in for the ride
    That's where you'll find us my friend, Hermes's kids
    Pilgrims of the margin craving the journey's kiss
    We're the whores and the heathens and we say it with bliss
    So strap in for the ride and stare into the abyss x 3

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