Piece of Cake EP

by Pie Q

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Our debut EP.

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released January 8, 2010

Sapir J Fox - Vocals.
Guy Meiri - Guitars.
Yuval Brusilovsky - Keyboards.
Guy Bernfeld - Bass.
Shalev Srur - Drums.

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Pie Q Israel

Eclectic music for the new age. Present Progressive if you may: Stuffed with goodies, baked with love, sprinkled with heavy- heavy spices especially for you. Just take your place in the queue - We're serving some Pie!

Pie Q are:

Sapir J Fox - Vox
Tal Shenhav - Guitars.
Yuval Brusilovsky - Keyboards.
Guy "Beren" Bernfeld - Bass.
Shalev Srur - Drums.
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Track Name: Squares
Diaphragmic squares, diaphragmic circles, diaphragmic cones.
And diaphragmic people that are only made of dreams and bones.
They're all inside a tiny place where everything is true and right -
A place I like to call "The Diaphragma Landscape" in your heart

So
Unchain your inhabitions,
Forget about decisions,
Open up your mouth and hear it comes...

Just let the diaphragmic rain,
Wrapped in cellophane,
See-through like your eyes
Fill your lungs with vivid colors.

Automatic people, they just go in circles, people I enjoy
Calling up in names - falling on their face like broken toys.
But my jigsaw-lover, oh my puzzled friend, you are just as bad
As those pathetic auto-people, you just follow by the trend.

So
Unchain your inhabitions,
Forget about decisions,
Open up your mind and hear it comes...

Just let the diaphragmic rain,
Wrapped in cellophane,
See-through like your lies
Fill your lungs with vivid colors.
Track Name: Alis Grave Nil
Weeping willows, weeping widows -
Mixed up inside.
Gunpowder, sunflowers -
Inside my mind.

Porcupines dreaming about butcher shops.
The crimson king's singing and never stops.

Black-tinted rainbows inside my head,
Inside my mind it's real.
Nothing is heavy to those who have wings -
Alis Grave Nil.
Track Name: Inverted Smile
Can't stop thinking, I'm losing my head.
It won't stop.
I'm wearing an inverted smile and my head
Is like an open file for that unborn perfect crime.

Poor-quality sin within that circle of choices.
And those screaming voices

At the same time with the right, perfect words.
And Only your extraordinary face
Can help me find that place
In my worst nightmare.

Proximity's beyond me - "trust in faith!".
Hearing about some aspects of "reality effects".
I want to express my storm -and feel my warmth.
I want to express my storm for you to feel my warmth.

At the same time with the right, perfect words.
And Only your extraordinary face
Can help me find that place
In my worst nightmare

An angel, a human, sometimes a god
I need to find myself a true, living guard.
Truly and utterly understanding myself?
I find it hard.
Track Name: Arabesque Kiss
The strong city lights,
ornamented with starbright.
It's one of those nights -
it's a pleasure for eyesight.

Mediterranean sea-breeze lies
In the arabesque kiss within your eyes.

He fills my mind with how's and why's
From dawn 'till dusk 'till morning rise.
And deserts can be lonely,
But not with us two.
Well, you just tend to hypnotize...

The strong city lights,
ornamented with starbright.
It's one of those nights -
It's a pleasure for eyesight.
Your hand on my neck makes me all sentimental.
You're just like the sun - you're so pure oriental.

Mediterranean sea-breeze lies
In the arabesque kiss within your eyes.

He fills my mind with how's and why's
From dawn 'till dusk 'till morning rise.
And deserts can be lonely,
But not with us two.
Well, you just tend to hypnotize...

Free-falling to your arms,
Calling you to stop rolling
And to let aside your prejudice and anger.

We both are quite the same,
Glowing with the shame of knowing
That we can never be, not in this world, together.
Track Name: Summer Haze
Summer, plaguing through the blinds,
Attacking with sensitive blaze.
Summer, yet another -
Marking its presence with daze.

And I can't count not hours nor days.
It has stricken my senses with haze.

Outside all shades of yellow,
Inside it grows and grays -
Not as long as the summer remains.

Winter shivers down my spine,
Stroking my body with fear.
Winter seems to differ
from summer and summer's not here.

And the street's getting wetter than tears
that like summer dehydrates, my dear.

Your corpse is lying somewhere,
You soul is dying near
My muse who is now crystal-clear.