They’re Heading West

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released October 9, 2015

Produced by They're Heading West
Recorded by Nicholas Wilbur at The Unknown, in Anacortes, WA, September 2014 and by Eduardo Vinhas at 15-A, in Lisbon, March 2015
Mixed by Eduardo Vinhas at Golden Pony, Lisbon, June 2015
Mastered by Roger Seibel at SAE Mastering, Phoenix, AZ, July 2015

Photos: Vera Marmelo (band portrait) / They're Heading West (other images)
Artwork: João Paulo Feliciano

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They’re Heading West Lisboa, Portugal

they’re heading west is three singer-songwriters and a very elegant drummer.

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Track Name: Kind of Nelson with Frankie Chavez
Yesterday I woke up
I was feeling kind of Nelson
The birds outside were singing all their hits
The sun was bright
My shirt was white
My coffee hot
My shower warm
My smoke was cool
The kids in school
Were playing ball
But no so loud
And most importantly:
My shoes tied by themselves!

Went to meet my girl
Boy, she was feeling kind of Nelson
The smile she gave me lit up all the street
Her hands were warm
Her lips were hot
Her eyes were shining
Demon lights
The breeze was cool
The kids in school
Were playing ball
But no so loud
And most importantly:
My shoes untied themselves!

Tomorrow when you wake up
You’ll be feeling kind of Nelson
You’ll call me home if it’s not before lunch
We’ll hit the park
Until it’s dark
We’ll drink some brew
We’ll smoke some trees
We’ll beat the cops
They’re ruled by hate
The kids in school
But no so late
And most importantly:
Their shoes will tie themselves!
Track Name: Refrão-Canção with Nuno Prata
Vamos repetir até à exaustão
este estúpido refrão,
até que justifique uma canção.

Vamos repetir: vamos repetir.
Track Name: Barbarella e Barba Rala with Samuel Úria
Teremos sempre Paris
Construída de raiz
Com cobertores no chão

Pra que o tempo não gangrene
O nosso outono Cheyenne
Retorno ao cemitério

Tinta preta, doce mel
Entre favos de papel
Os medos lambuzados

Recuamos para a frente
Tango pouco inteligente
Avançamos para trás
Tango muito eficaz
Ou não

No velho carro ligeiro
Eu fui sempre passageiro
Vocês foram para sempre

Escuro comprometedor
Era um túnel do amor
E eu só liguei os mínimos

Acercamo-nos distantes
Se queremos ser estudantes
Morramos em Tiananmen

Recuamos para a frente
Tango pouco inteligente
Avançamos para trás
Tango muito eficaz
Ou não
Choramos os nossos risos
Fados muito imprecisos
Rimo-nos dos nossos ais
Fados pouco casuais
Ou não
Track Name: And a One with Joana Sá and Luís José Martins
And a one, and a two
And a three and I’m dancing with you

And a one, and a two
And a three and you’re dancing with me

And you step on my feet but i don’t mind
Not now

And a one (take it easy), and a two (you can always try)
And a three (once in your life) and i’m looking at with you (you can have it right now)
I guess that i‘ll try
Track Name: Vayorken with Capicua
Quando for grande, vou ser Prof. de Wind Surf
Enquanto danço, rodo e faço “Brinc Dance”
Que como a Jane Fonda é de Vayorken
E em Vayorken a gente diverte-se imenso!

Era pa ser Artur e nasci Ana,
“Ana quê?” “Ana só́” “Ana Só́?” “Sim, só́ Ana!”
Era percentil 90 nos anos 80
E entre colheradas chorava sempre faminta
Sempre vestida como mini comunista
Com roupas que a mãe fazia com modelos da revista
E eu queria ser pirosa, vestir-me de cor de rosa
Vestir-me de Jane Fonda na ginástica da moda
Com sabrina prateada, licra colante
Crina de pequeno pónei bem escovada, espampanante.
Tinha a mania de pôr as cores a condizer,
no meu entender, rosa com vermelho não podia ser!
Uma noctívaga que não dormia a sesta
E de manhã sempre quis menos conversa,
Uma covinha só de um lado da bochecha
Adormecia com o pai e a mesma canção do Zeca!

Era sempre mais Mafalda do que Susaninha
Ai de quem dissesse mal do Sérgio Godinho
Ainda tenho alguns postais prá “gentil menina”
Enviados pelos pais de um qualquer destino.
E se alguém me perguntar pelo pai e pela mãe?
Eu sei!! Sei! Foram pa Vayorken, Vayorken
Foram pa Vayorken, Vayorken, Vayorken!

Com dois anos o primeiro palavrão
Cheia de medo em cima do escorregão
Mau feitio bravo, vício de gelado
Todo o sábado, sagrado, mesmo durante o inverno
Acabava com a arca do café ao pé do prédio
E ainda comi os gelados que eram do meu primo Pedro
Ana da Bronca, sempre do contra
E coragem de fechar duas miúdas na arrecadação
Às escuras, pobres criaturas
Por me serem impingidas como amigas à pressão

No infantário dei o meu primeiro beijo
Ainda me lembro como se fosse hoje
Contei à minha avó que tanto se riu
Que até debaixo da mesa com vergonha me escondi
O tal espigueiro e o gato amarelo
No meu poema no novo caderno,
Muito elogio pela redação
E muita paciência pró poder d’argumentação!

O “Brinc Dance” vem de Vayorken...
O Graffiti vem de Vayorken...
O Hip Hop vem de Vayorken...
Vayorken, Vayorken, Vayorken...
O “Brinc Dance” vem de Vayorken...
A Jane Fonda vem de Vayorken...
O Wind Surf...
Track Name: Buzz with Afonso Cabral
I got this buzz that’s making me mad
It won’t let me sober up and clear my head
Where did it come from? Who’s there to blame?
Those troubles should be far away but like in “Yesterday”
I think they’re here to stay
Hey buddy, is there anything on tonight?
My apartment is not suitable for the night
Don’t know who lives there but it sure ain’t me
Maybe someone who’s not afraid to look into his face and say “things will be ok”

Here’s one story I can tell
I’ve been the reckless sinner and I was on my way to hell
So I packed my shit and hit the road
But on my way to righteousness I stopped for beer and smokes

Hey kiddo, I’ll tell you something about me
I like to holler when no one’s listening
I’m just misplaced and I don’t know where to be
But you are right and you made me see this selfish side of me
I’m glad we got to meet

Here’s one story I can tell
I’ve been the reckless sinner and I was on my way to hell
So I packed my shit and hit the road
But on my way to righteousness I stopped for beer and smokes
Track Name: The Fox with Ana Bacalhau
Fox went out to chase one night,
he prayed for the Moon to give him light,
he had many miles to go that night
before he reached the town-o,
town-o, town-o,
many miles to go that night
before he reached the town-o.

Well he ran till he came to a great big pen
the ducks and the geese were there put in
He said, "A couple of you've got to grease my chin
before I leave this town-o,
town-o, town-o,
a couple of you've got to grease my chin
before I leave this town-o."

Well he grabbed the great goose by the neck,
and he slung a duck across his back
he didn't mind the quack, quack, quack,
legs all a-dangling down-o, down-o, down-o,
he didn't mind the quack, quack, quack,
legs all a-dangling down-o.

Well then Old Mother Flipper-Flopper jumped out of bed;
she ran to the window and she put out her head,
She cried, "John, John! The great goose is gone
the fox is on the town-o,
town-o, town-o!"
John, John, the great goose is gone
the fox is on the town-o!"

Well John he ran to the top of the hill,
he blew his horn both loud and shrill,
the fox he said, "I'd better flee with my kill
or they'll soon be on my trail-o,
trail-o, trail-o."
The fox he said, "I'd better flee with my kill
they'll soon be on my trail-o."

Well the fox he he came to his cozy den
there were the little ones eight, nine, ten.
They said, "Daddy, you better go back again,
'cause it must be a mighty fine town-o, town-o, town-o!"
They said, "Daddy, you better go back again,
'cause it must be a mighty fine town-o."

Well the fox and his wife without any strife
cut up the goose with a fork and knife.
They'd never had such a supper in their life
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o,
bones-o, bones-o,
they never had such a supper in their life
and the little ones chewed on the bones-o.
Track Name: Random Nelson with Peixe
She sure drives slow but she's always in control
Of the driving wheel
She tiptoes randomly she takes the microphone
Just like she's Kim Deal

She never leaves a friend behind
Don't watch her back I'm sure she's fine
If you knew her name you'd go insane, that's right
Random Nelson

No need to search online there's nothing you can find
Her shit is real
Very few of you would know just how to deal about her thrill

I heard the boys are back in town
And they're making dinner right about now
Alongside Minta and Sergio I'm sure
She's the coolest girl around

She never leaves a friend behind – oh, no!
Don't watch her back I'm sure she's fine
If you knew her name you'd go insane, that's right
Random Nelson
Track Name: Eu Seguro with Ana Moura
Quando o tempo for remendo,
Cada passo um poço fundo
E esta cama em que dormimos
For muralha em que acordamos,
Eu seguro
E o meu braço estende a mão que embala o muro.

Quando o espanto for de medo,
O esperado for do mundo
E não for domado o espinho
Da carne que partilhamos,
Eu seguro.
O sustento é forte quando o intento é puro.

Quando o tempo eu for remindo,
Cada poço eu for tapando
E esta pedra em que dormimos
Já for rocha em que assentamos,
Eu seguro.
Deixo às pedras esse coração tão duro.

Quando o medo for saindo
E do mundo eu for sarando
Dessa herança eu faço o manto
Em que ambos cicatrizamos
E seguro.
Não receio o velho agravo que suturo.

Abraços rotos, lassos,
Por onde escapam nossos votos.
Abraso os ramos secos,
Afago, a fogo, os embaraços
E seguro,
Alastro essa chama a cada canto escuro.

Quando o tempo for recobro,
Cada passo abraço forte
E o voto que concordámos
É o amor em que acordamos,
Eu seguro:
Finco os dedos e este fruto está maduro.

Quando o espanto for em dobro,
o esperado mais que a morte,
Quando o espinho já sarámos
No corpo que partilhamos,
Eu seguro.
O que então nascer não será prematuro.

Uníssonos no sono,
O mesmo turno e o mesmo dono,
Um leito e nenhum trono.
Mesmo que brote o desabono
Eu seguro,
Que o presente é uma semente do futuro.
Track Name: Future Me with Peixe
If you go and leave me now
You're never gonna know how good I could become
In a couple of years I’d be cooking you dinner
In a couple of years I’d be giving you children

If you go and leave this now
You're only gonna know the worst part of me
I'm studying to become a better person
And I’ve only just begun to get the point of the lesson

Which of the sheets in the closet are yours?
Which of the napkins in the drawers are yours?
Which of the glasses in the cupboard are yours?
C'mon and stay

Which of the t-shirts that I sleep in are yours?
Which of the records in the shelves are yours?
How about the cat, is it mine or yours?
C'mon and stay
Track Name: I'll Be Waiting with Luísa Sobral
Come inside I'll be waiting
Waiting for you
Lonely nights have been fading
The love that we once knew

I'll hold your coat
And stare at the moon
Tell her your mine
For the last time

I'll hold you close
So close you will see
So close you will fall
For me

Love came by very slowly
But now I'm on my knees
Laughs now that I am lonely
And cries between my pleas

I'll hold your coat
And stare at the moon
Tell her your mine
For the last time

I'll hold you close
So close you will see
So close you will fall
For me
Track Name: Sunday Is a Common Day with Nuno Prata
Sunday is a common day for being bored
We wake up late and count the highs and lows from the night before
Sometimes I go to parties and I can't figure out why
I feel so socially fit it seems a lie

But Monday is a new day so we go to work
We daydream through the week and wish to do the things we can
Sometimes I go out dancing and as I told you before
I feel so socially fit like I could score

Now Lou Reed is a guy I heard when I was twelve
I only got into it when I was sixteen or so
And for ten years I've been trying to sound exactly like him
But what comes out is poor and sometimes boring

But I'm not the kind of feeling sorry for myself
I stay home and I listen to the Belle and Sebastian
Try to keep it simple as can be
It worked for them should work for me
But what comes out is poor and sometimes boring
Track Name: Rio-me de Janeiro with JP Simões
Bem vindo ao inferno
Vem arder nesta caprichosa chama
Eu vim aqui para te dizer
Que tu já estás a apodrecer
Nos abismos do infinito.
És um demónio exemplar,
E até mereces figurar
No museu das hecatombes
Esta canção é só para ti
O mundo canta e sorri
Enquanto espera que tombes

Vai prá culpa que te pariu!
Nunca vi bicho mais brutal
Que me dê tanto calafrio
Sombrio chacal:
Tu vais acabar mal.

Tortura é viver
Sob o jugo dessa tua inteligência
Depois de tanta estupidez,
Eis que tu chegas outra vez
Com a fome, o frio e o medo.
Hoje vens de computador,
De taliban, de goldman sachs,
Money, money, milton friedman.
Eu vim aqui pra te dizer,
Que tu já estás a apodrecer
Na história da humanidade.


Vai prá culpa que te pariu!
Nunca vi bicho mais brutal
Que me dê tanto calafrio
Sombrio chacal: tu vais acabar mal

Vai prá culpa que te pariu!
Já não posso mais, vai com deus,
Tu que espalhas o teu mau gosto,
Desgosto dos pobre dias meus.
Track Name: Me and My Gin
Me and my gin turn smile into grin
Defeat into win, goodwill into sin
And a wish into a prayer
Turns nighttime into day
But it takes my memory away

Me and my gin are an epic fail
Mom says I should bail, my guitar is for sale
I'm thirty and I'm straight
Check out my Facebook page

Me and my gin are the perfect match
I'm silently fake, I'm ashamed of my game
I can't tell if it's safe
To look at someone else's face
And chuckle right away

I'm swollen and red
I got cramps in my hand
I'll rest my case, on to the next phase
Hello, my name is Johnny,
I'll be Clyde, will you be my Bonnie?
Track Name: Old Habits with Bruno Pernadas
No it doesn’t make me look like a million bucks
No, not even close, you see

That is not my color, dear, and it never was
You should know that after thirty-seven years

There are days when I regret the hour we met
But I know I’d be lost out on my own
I'm tired
Please take me home

Sometimes when I wake up I feel so light and free
Then I turn and see you lying next to me

Can’t remember when I last spent the night away
Come to think of it, I can't think of the day

There are days when I regret the hour we met
But I know I'd be lost out on my own
I'm tired
Please take me home