Orange Nights EP

by Platon Karataev

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dianasenechal This EP is a treasure. It's here that you can hear the "Elevator" lyrics "Now I see closing the doors / I feel awkward and count the floors," which capture the awkwardness perfectly, grammatically and rhythmically. Of course you see the closing itself before you actually see the doors. Of course the words are a little out of place, because so are you, as you count the floors. A gorgeous song in its different versions, but especially here. And a gorgeous EP. Favorite track: Elevator.
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1.
The leaves whisper autumn On this lonely night in Pest, This kind of love I found Oh, I hate and I detest. I’m sitting on the quay and waiting for the grace, I’m the Danube now with flotsam on my surface. Those orange nights in Pest When I can’t rest And I let all of my feelings float away Both the worst and the best. Those orange nights in Pest With weight on my chest Solitude, you’re with me in the end, we salute as old friends. The rain is stuttering On the closed windows My feelings are whirling Like the leaf that the cold wind blows. And I ask the waves To wash the pain out of my heart We both know my darling That we should not be apart. Those orange nights in Pest When I can’t rest And I let all of my feelings float away Both the worst and the best. Those orange nights in Pest With weight on my chest Solitude, you’re with me in the end, we salute as old friends.
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Elevator 03:45
Lyrics: You can call it anything, but that was love When we were happy just because we shared the blanket. You can call it what you want You can call it anything, but that was love. That was pure Love. Elevator rides were always awkward only For those around us, who felt desperately lonely. Now I see closing the doors, I feel awkward and count the floors. You can call it anything, but that was love When we were happy just because we shared our prayers. You can call it what you want You can call it anything, but that was love. That was pure Love. When we spent the cold winter in love In your pocket you had your gloves But our hands always merged in mine Nothing’s left, but the cruel torment of time. I showed you what is love, You threw it away, you threw it away. I can’t change your stubborn heart, You push me away, you push me away. You floated too far away, You won’t come home, you won’t come home. I hope that you’re still okay, But you’re alone, you are alone.
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Rust 03:41
You, you were the ground on Which Jesus spit And put it gently with his rough hands On my closed eyelids. You were the saint, Who showed me grace, I could wash my face in you But also on my faith You were the rust, You were the rust, you were the rust On my Scripture you were the dust. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You, you were the crowned You were the wit You were the pillar of fire that made the dark night lit You were the truth That must be told, My soul is a white shirt but please unbutton it oh, Lord I was the rust, I was the rust, I was the rust On the nail (that) hung you on the cross. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You were the lust You were the lust, you were the lust For me when life was just a must. You were the loss, You were the loss, you were the loss That cut my beating heart across. You were the lust You were the lust, you were the lust For me when life was just a must.

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released October 12, 2016

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Platon Karataev is a Budapest based indie rock band formed in 2016.

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