The EP Room (2010)

by The Disappearing One

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Live sessions recorded in a small bedroom:

In a moment when we have the illusion to be (over)connected to the whole world, to have very far places and people within the range of a click, bedrooms still represent our real personal world: The place where we are truly ourselves, the place that speaks better about ourselves, where we feel safe and where we gladly welcome the people we love more, with whom we desire to share our stuff and to whom we want to show who we really are. Just for that reason we decided to produce a series of live ep recorded in a bedroom. We are really ourselves in these tracks, and it is a pleasure and a honor to be able to share them with anyone who could ever feel like getting inside and learn a bit more about our own world.

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released December 7, 2010

Songs Written by Fabio Giobbe (except n.3-5-7)
Played live and Arranged by The Disappearing One
Pianos by The Huge (except n.2-5-6 by Fabio Giobbe)
Recorded and Mixed at home by F.Giobbe and The Disappearing One at the Disappearing Studios

The Disappearing One are:

Fabio Giobbe: Vocals, Guitars
Marco Normando: Bass
Andrea Freschi: Guitars
Andrea Gallicola: Drum

Additional Musicians:

Gianluca "The Huge" Plomitallo: Pianos & more...

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The Disappearing One was basically a room project at the very beginning. Our approach to music stays the same, even after recording a few albums and playing several gigs during the last 5 years: Music is our own goal and only interest, ALWAYS

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Track Name: Like Canes in the Wind
LIKE CANES IN THE WIND

Thinner than an arrow
These thoughts inside my mind
It generates this sorrow
Will I ever be that up

Is it gonna be alright

The only path I’ll follow
Keep thinking overnight
My road is long enough Lord
I shall overcome

Is it gonna be alright
NO, it AIN’T gonna be alright
Track Name: L. Chatterley
L. Chatterley

Wood streets are giving us shelter
The strength to hide from the world
Noone can ever receive all the things that we’re here for
Your husband won’t reach us so far
So wheeled as that old chair was
He’ll never really receive all the things that we’re here for

You wanna buy me something I won’t let you offer
You wanna gimme all the things that I don’t belong

Wood streets deliver us shelter
The strength to hide from the folks
Noone can ever receive all the things that we’re here for
Your husband won’t reach us so far
So wheeled as that old chair was
He’ll never really receive all the things that we’re here for

He’ll never really receive all
He’ll never really receive all
He’ll never receive all the things that we’re here for
Track Name: Leave (Glen Hansard)
LEAVE

I can't wait forever is all that SHE said
Before you stood up
You won't disappoint me
I can do that myself
But I'm glad that you've come
SO if you don't mind

Leave, leave,
And PLEASE yourself at the same time
Leave, leave,
I don't understand, you've already gone

I hope you feel better
Now that it's out
What took you so long
And the truth has a habit
Of falling out of your mouth
But now that it's OUT
If you don't mind

Leave, leave,
And please yourself at the same time
Leave, leave,
Let go of my hand
You said what you have to now
Leave, leave,
Let go of my hand
You said what you came to now
Leave, leave,
Leave, leave,
Let go of my hand
You said what you have to now
Leave, leave,
Track Name: Nothing Like This (Old Suns of a Bitch)
NOTHING LIKE THIS


Complicated
Thinking of all you wasted
This is my headlong, my own
this is my own

There ain't no comfort
There's nothing at all
Nothing like this song
Nothing no more
NOTHING ... no more

Complicated
Thinking of all you wasted
This is my headlong, my own
this is my own

There ain't no home door
There's nothing at all
Nothing to call home
NOTHING no more
Talking to myself all the time now
Leading to nowhere I can call home
Really you don't know what I'm talking of
WHAT I'M TALKING OF...

Complicated
Thinking of all you wasted
This is my headlong, my own
this is my own ... THIS IS MY OWN

COMPLICATED !!!
Track Name: Sweetest Kill (Broken Social Scene)
SWEETEST KILL

I thought you were the sweetest kill, Did I even know?
And all the time we thought we did, Was it just for show?

If they try to pull you out, Would you even go?
I thought you were the sweetest kill
Did you even know?

And they can try to put you down, wear you out
Get you through the idea of the luck

I thought you were the sweetest kill, Did we even know?

All the time, we get by, trying to figure out our lives
Like a fade out
All the time, we get by, trying to figure our lives
Like a fade out

When we took the level ten, Was it just a twelve?
And when we went to where we've been
Was it just for self?

I thought you were the sweetest kill
Could I even know?

All the time, we get by, trying to figure out our lives
Like a fade out

I break you through this world
I break you through this world
Let me break you through this world
Can I break you through this world?
Track Name: Looking for Specials
LOOKING FOR SPECIALS

Leaving back your home, you change it everyday
Askin’ anyone why you’re feeling this way
This road is full of hope
Like icing on the cake
Askin’ anyone why they’re feeling this way

We’ll be alright and we’ll find a way out
Track Name: Listen Girl (Mic Christopher)
LISTEN GIRL

Listen girl I might
If you ask me very nice
I just might tell you the truth
Because you give me love and I like it
And charming as you might be
Listen girl you like it to

All of the corner kids
They're looking for joy
Dreaming of playgrounds and toys
Well they're dreaming no more
'Cause they've been there before
And now they just sit and absorb

Like when I couldn't get out of bed
Oh I could hardly walk
But I come here to muse
I come here to talk

To say listen girl ...

And the fluids
That hold me in my mind
A candle in the way
To falling back in time
And beer
The wilful little tout
That brightens up my nights
But hoodoo when I'm awake