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First track from Futbolín Ep out in October (Cd, casette and digital) for

V4V-Records (IT)

http://www.v4v-records.it/
https://www.facebook.com/v4v.records?...

- CD here: http://bit.ly/1LJtFYO
- Spotify: http://spoti.fi/1MxK7Gj
- iTunes: http://apple.co/1ZPa51H
- Amazon: http://amzn.to/1khKyxK
- Google Play: http://bit.ly/1PTNRtr

"Futbolín" è la parola scritta su un post-it attaccato ad un vecchio calcetto di legno.
Una sera, a Verona, tre ragazzi entrano furtivamente in un palazzo dopo aver visto entrare delle studentesse erasmus, e lì, in un sottoscala, lo trovano.
In un certo senso c'è tutto in quel calcetto: i ricordi di un'infanzia, le piccole vittorie, le piccole sconfitte, colori ormai ridotti in croste. Come le canzoni che stanno suonando in sala prove con una chitarra, una batteria e delle tastiere giocattolo.
Futbolín era un calcetto, ma da oggi anche una band di tre amici.

Screamo nervoso dal veneto.

Futbolín” was the word written on a post-it on an old wooden table-football. One night, in Verona, three guys got into a palace sneakily after seeing some girls - who were Erasmus students- getting there, and then, in the basement , they found it. In some sense, there's everything in that table-football: childhood memories, little victories and little failures, colours that now are just caked. Like the songs they're playing now with a guitar, with the drums and a toy keyboard.Futbolín was a table-football, but from now on it is also a band of three friends.

Nervous screamo from Verona.

https://www.facebook.com/futbolinis?fref=ts

Lyrics

Condemn this walk to be the most embarassing moment of my life.
(Nanana nanana nanana) What are we doing now?
Do you remember how much love you putted in your own lies?
When the winter comes
and cold cuts my hands
my middle finger is always high.
Betray the emotions.
Grab me,
delete me,
déshabillé me.
When the winter comes
and cold cuts my hands
my middle finger is always high.
When the winter comes
and cold cuts my hands
my middle finger is anyway
high in the sky.

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