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Alben

Produced by El Poncho Pescadero
Recorded by Hector Casanova at Estudio CAS, Catemaco, Veracruz, Mexico
and by Mr. Kai at Geldorp Mansion, Cologne, Germany.
Additional recording by José Angel Taxilaga Morteo at Arcca Records, Catemaco
and by Salossi at Burgblick Studios, Ruppichteroth, Germany.
Cover photo by Mr. Kai
Album design by Nora van Rijn

All songs written by Kai Streier
© 2013 Rose of a Defensive Colour Music

Performed by Mr. Kai and Mariachi “Gala Juvenil” de Catemaco:
Leonardo Martínez Rodríguez – trumpet, background vocal
Sergio Antonio Santos Paxtlán – vihuela, nylon string guitar, background vocal
Leonardo Martínez Cágal – violin, background vocal
Isidro Martínez Cágal – guitarron

Special guests:
Gonzalo “Chalo” Barrientos
Hector Casanova
Sascha “Salossi” Loss

Released July 2013

veracruz (2013)

01 AMERICAN ROAD TRIP
02 ANCIENT CROSS
03 THE NEIGHBOUR
04 DUST AND MISERY
05 VERACRUZ
06 THINGS AIN’T GETTING BETTER
07 SALT UPON OUR SKIN
08 AMPHIBIOUS SYMPHONY
09 COCKROACHES EVERYWHERE
10 BLACK HILL
11 SUNDAY IN BELGIUM

07 SALT UPON OUR SKIN

At a different time
Or a different place
With different people around us
And their different ways
In a different film
With a different start
In a different lifetime or maybe just
A different part
Of the stories of our lives
You and me could have been lovers tonight

On a different bench
Under a different tree
Watching different waves
From a different quay
With a different boyfriend showing up
On a different stage
In a different romance or maybe just
On a different page
Of the volumes of our lives
You and me would have been lovers tonight

A fire on the horizon
Lights up and dies
And then it happens
One more time
The night is still
Except for the wind
Leaving nothing but salt
Upon our skin

Nada más, nada más
Nada más que sal en nuestra piel

In a different month
Of a different year
With different projects ahead of us
Different hopes and fears
In a different light
At a different joint
In a different dimension or maybe just
At a different point
Of the journeys of our lives
You and me should have been lovers tonight