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Calle Puebla

by Claire Adams

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Spanish Sun 04:34
It was a lovely, stolen morning In Barcelona, my dearest one All of our plans and our best intentions They were no match for the Spanish sun You touched my neck and I started trembling Spoke my name, I came undone Oh, what a lovely, stolen morning Wasting time in the Spanish sun It was a lovely, Sevillian evening The moon was full and high above I looked at you dear, and I thought truly This is the stuff dreams are made of You took my hand and I started dreaming Spoke my name, I fell apart This kind of love dear, one in a million Oh and it ain’t for the faint of heart
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so cold was the night, I could not sleep so warm were your arms around me like a river does flow, this love runs deep so cold was the night, I could not sleep when I look in those starry eyes, I feel fine three little words from your lips to know you’re mine so cold was the night, I could not sleep so warm were your arms around me like a river does flow, this love runs deep so cold was the night, I could not sleep when I look in those starry eyes, I feel fine three little words from your lips to know you’re mine
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When the sun came through the pines Those darkest corners of your mind Left you motionless, Staring at the ocean Sitting on a goodbye Our two hearts are full of doubt But I’m here to hear you out Holding my tongue ’Til the silence finally won And the sun set on our love Sitting on the edge Of a slip, becoming clear We dangle our feet, Throw our whole world off the pier Carelessly How could something so close feel so far away? This road never curves back We’ve been slipping through the cracks you wouldn’t find the time and I couldn’t draw the line Strong enough to reel you back From your moments in the deep Where no olive branch can reach There’s no way around the weight that pulls you down and You won’t talk to me And all I have to say Isn’t what you want to hear We can walk away I will always hold you dear Either way and you’ll still have to face your fears someday All I have to say Isn’t what you want to hear You can walk away I will always hold you dear Anyway You’ll have to face yourself someday That’s all I have to say…
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Words of Love said in tones of devotion have lives of their own amorous stones set in motion rolling down the hillside to the ocean into the sound drowning in waves of emotion and who are we to refrain from refraining when all we can see is to say things sweetly This little bird has been whistling on my shoulder the same melody repeating over and over holding note till the day when we grow bolder to respeak words we spoke while we were wrapped all in clover for these words of love came to be long before you and I fell in and who are we to refrain from refraining them all we can see is to say things sweetly and carry on as lovers till dawn these words of love came to be long before you and I fell in and who are we to refrain from refraining...
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I lit a match Then I sat back And watched you crack Why would I do a thing like that? Burning my fingers behind your back… Maybe I’m acting tough 'Cause I don’t feel like I’m enough I say that I’m fine and you call my bluff ‘Cause you know, you know I’ve been feeling down When I’m feeling down You come get me Out of my head Into your arms again everything happens in its turn… And candles don’t have two ends to burn I say that I know but I’ll never learn And it shows oh... Now a pale moonlight is breaking through the city skyline I think I’m feeling fine and it’s true… But I’ve been feeling down When I’m feeling down You come get me Out of my head Into your arms again

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Fun and lively, not a click track or an iso-booth to be found, these recordings were made live and mostly in one take in the dining room of a house in Guadalajara... you may hear the hum of the refrigerator or the creak of the front door opening, you may hear the sound of three people playing music in a room.

Divertidas y animadas, sin metronomo ni cabina de aislamiento, estas grabaciones fueron hechas en vivo y, en su mayoría, en una sola toma, en el comedor de una casa en Guadalajara. Puede que se escuche el zumbido del refrigerador o el crujido de la puerta principal... o puede que se escuche el sonido de tres personas tocando música en una habitación.

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released September 1, 2023

Vocals,Guitar-Claire Adams
Guitar-Abraham Villaseñor
Double Bass-Victor Romero

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Claire Adams Kansas City, Missouri

Musically curious and multifaceted, Claire Adams is dedicated to collaborating, recording and songwriting to hone her melodic instincts and vision. A bassist, guitarist, singer and songwriter, Adams has lent a discerning ear and versatility to a number of projects. ... more

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