Stones and puddles – Andrés Suárez

 

Andrés Suárez – Stones and puddles

 

Andrés Suárez returns to Barcelona, before going into the recording studio, to further promote the themes of his first Ways to break a wave and a preview of his new compositions.

It has been several years since its debut and wonderful and amazing, This indefatigable musician, keeps rolling and rolling around the country, in all types of venues and populations.

In September presented Stones and puddles, a way to keep alive the flame of his followers, who have already begun to claim anything, after 3 years old. This EP, containing 5 new threads, has been removed from the promotion, losing the track, a part of Itunes, few traces remain.

I imagine that in his concerts can be done with stones and puddles and have to wait to see if these issues are part of their new job or as stated: “Do not want to lose these songs from disc to disc (if a song can be lost)” Andrés Suárez.

I repeat again. I know. But it is as inevitable, as a. Pasate to verlo. Is one of those songwriters who live win, they grow and acquire charisma and great force.

This time next Friday will 29, Cabaret Berlin, to 22 hours. You book tickets advance, by 10 € o 12 € the day.

You can keep tabs on the outdated MySpace or directly on their website, if you want to know about him and his upcoming concert Andrés Suárez

 

Lyrics and mp3 Stones and puddles

 

http://www.itsaso.com/mp3/Andres_Suarez_Piedras_y_charcos.mp3

>http://www.itsaso.com/mp3/Andres_Suarez_Piedras_y_charcos.mp3

 

It hurts to be in the skin of your back
It hurts the laughter of use at the beach
Looking at life with wet
It hurts the clock, I know they are just

No love finish, doubt starting
We have a mattress salt and cure
For an airplane blanket winged moon
Smiling the two, writes in the neck

We are two common notes
In a garden in your neighborhood
I'm kind of hanging, hanging

We are the north and south of the stones and puddles
We are two crazy, love, for a while

They were shining in the distance like the wake of a lighthouse
Gulls were, flying over
Were sirens and lights, with his parents to look
Never again be human, human

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