The Last Days Of Spring

by ION

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Lyrics, music & production by Giannis Papaioannou.
Recorded & mixed at Dreamland Studio, Athens.

Freddie Faulkenberry voice on "Low Land".
Mastering by Ilias Katelanos.


released June 6, 2011

The three tracks included in "The Last Days Of Spring" were recorded during the spring of 2011. They were originally released through No Camera blog. The essential reason for these recordings was the internal situation of Athens, where a constant concern seemed frozen on people’s faces. Where any excitement ever existed in search of happiness, seemed now to be fast disintegrating into a panting decay of a mechanical life.



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ION Αθήνα, Greece

ION is a musician, sound artist & DJ active in the Athens underground scene. As songwriter and producer he is also leading the industrial group Mechanimal since 2011.


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Track Name: Low Land

Cheap power addicts, purveyors of the poor
Drinking and sharing terror,
Over a nation fed on leftovers
Until the next day returns
Communication problems
Processing images
Familiar hangovers
(Caused by) the noise of authority
While young data readers
And pilgrims of the middle class
Matching key tags
About land rescue operation
A slow process tribulation
Or undergraduate misdirection
With a million hits, alert from another source
Things incomplete, the readers spot
Mental space limits in minor chords
Parabolic surveillance, superimposed
The same problem, I always was
But, none of them
Resonant names or free press jerks
Fraternizing another dynastic civil war
Sensitivity lost, tongue and heart, synchronicity lost
Restrained appetite, insanity reigns
On a pulp landscape; we cum as one
The walls close in; we can’t escape
On a rotten landscape; we die as one
Remember: things don’t bleed, only harmony seeds
Playful affairs like fast repetition on silent waves
Or like a sudden glimpse gone beyond the clouds
We observe the signs, the colors, the lines
And there we draw the picture
Linked, but not near
In grey morning shades
Across places of our beloved low land.