Šarijanata - Beyond the End of the Road

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  • Опубліковано 15 вер 2024
  • Prvi singl s nadolazećeg albuma Šarijanate i manifestna riječ ceste.
    Režija: Karlo Klanac
    Kamera: Karlo Klanac, Matej Lesi, Ivan Andrašić
    Produkcija: Karlo Klanac, Matej Lesi, Jan Vržina
    Montaža: Karlo Klanac
    Produkcijska i postprodukcijska pomoć: Zoe Šarlija
    Veliko hvala Sveučilištu VERN' na studiju!
    Glumci kojima smo neizmjerno zahvalni: Damjan Benić, Slaven Botić, Dorotea Matijević, Matej Lesi, Filip Škrabić, Laura Volarić Horvat, Ina Martinović, Nikola Medini, Martina Burulić, Antonelo Vukić, Karlo Žeger, Katarina Dedeić, Vjekoslav Delić, Ra Zadrović
    Glazba i tekst: Šarijanata
    Šarijanata su: Ivan Andrašić (cajon), Karlo Klanac (glavni vokal), Ivan Šimić (harmonika), Ana Tarle (violina), Mihael ‘Vice’ Večković (dude), Jan Vržina (gitara)
    Snimano DIY u garaži.
    Mix i master: Filip Setrić, Studio Depth
    Posebne zahvale: Karlo Žeger na propovima, web.archive.org na snimkama
    Titlovi na posljednjem kadru: Arthur Rimbaud, ‘Qu'est-ce pour nous, mon coeur…
    E-mail: sarijanata.6@gmail.com
    Facebook: profile.php?id=100088721831319
    Instagram: sarijanata
    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 racks
    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
    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
    That's where you'll find us my friend, Hermes' 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

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