Songs From The Bedroom Floor

by Oceansea

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"Armed with his guitar and tied to some urban simplicity, a boy draws in coal a black and white EP. There is no will to make something sublime, just the need of creation and the urgency of displaying it.

Although he has other projects (Uaninauei, O Rijo, Bicho do mato, Landfill, Long Desert Cowboy), Oceansea is the name of this solo project by Daniel Catarino, and the EP Songs From The Bedroom Floor… is its first work. Recorded simply and without any hidden devices or schemes, Songs From The Bedroom Floor… reflects the typical calm mood of the ones who share lost worlds, universes of wandering voices and melancholic guitar pickings. Songs From The Bedroom Floor… is a growing work, it subtly feeds the ego of the listener.

The gentle whisper of “The Whimsical River” comes with the rise of the ocean fog; it’s a mixture of folk preaching with singing. “Breathing” has an indestructible power of will, a statement screamed softly. The day is already up and running when “Over The Sun” strengthens its glow, proving that Man doesn’t feed exclusively on the sun. “Seasons In The Rain” is shaped in the same way, overdubbed vocals, precise guitar work. “Postcards From The Walls Of Sin” is a delicious song, graceful, dragged along some minutes, hungry for freedom, wanting to leave, and it definitely wishes to fly far away.

In the same way that Songs From The Bedroom Floor… sins by being short, there is a feeling in the air of duty accomplished, the work proposal was completed and well achieved, and it’s probably the intention of it, it’s just that I wanted a little bit more."

- António Antunes [PENSO SONORO]

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(Note: I used to release my songs in English under the moniker Oceansea until 2015. From then on, I started using my own name for both my songs in Portuguese and English.)


released July 11, 2008

Letras, músicas, guitarra e voz por Daniel Catarino
Lyrics, music, guitar and vocals by Daniel Catarino

(C) 2008 Daniel Catarino



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Daniel Catarino Évora, Portugal

Daniel Catarino é um cantautor português, que para além do seu trabalho a solo é membro das bandas Uaninauei e Bicho do Mato.
Após editar o seu trabalho em inglês sob o pseudónimo Oceansea, Daniel Catarino assume agora esse trabalho em seu nome.

Daniel Catarino is a portuguese singer-songwriter who used the alias Oceansea for his songs in English, but now releases all his music under his name.
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Track Name: The Whimsical River
Bitter thoughts come rushing in through the front door
There’s a sulphurous smell coming out of your mortal remains
And the bitter thoughts are static in their own confusion
Thinking about the slippery conscience of pain
And nothing else is up for sale

And you’re floating down the whimsical river
The waters shake and the fishing boat quivers with the motion

Silent nights come rushing in through the meadows
It’s august now and the sparkling sun sets a flame
The stencils draw in a mighty tone of delusion
And guilt has a plan to find you someone to blame
Its eight degrees on richter scale

Regardless of your thoughts
Beware, the shadow still remains
Regardless of your thoughts
You are the same
Track Name: Breathing
Time’s running by
Throat is getting dry
I still miss you when I’m not on my own
The silhouette is near
The echoes disappear
The shadows still remain in my belongings

And your soul has left me here to die
And my heart is running out of time
I’m still here on my own
I won’t wait by the phone

Breathing, breathing
I will wait by the phone on my own

Truth telling lies
Love says goodbye
Dreams won’t dream on their own
Shadows disappear
Love turns to fear
Compromises, ties and bonds
Track Name: Over The Sun
Over the sun there’s a cloud
Where an angel cries out loud
The reflection of his gun is the sun

Over the sun there’s a star
With a fortress made of tar
The reflection of this wall is the sun

All of the sun is made of clay
And the children go there to play
And when the sun disappears, follow me

Over the sun there’s a boat
And the captain’s made of wood
And the anchor is the arpoon of the moon

Over the sun there’s a sea
And the ocean shines on me
Someone told me not to run, it was the sun

All of the sun turns to grey
And the oceans fade away
Nothing more ever comes from the sunshining
Moonflying, never grown up boys
Come along, all as one, to the sun

All of the sky seems to rain
All the stars have turned to clay
All of them but not one
Not the sun shining
Moonflying, birds crying, men dying
Sun shining, moon flying, birds crying, men dying
One for all, all for one, for the sun

Over the sun...
Track Name: Seasons In The Rain
It floats like a feather on a summer breeze
Burns like a paper towel on the sun
Pay attention where the wind is blowing at

A melancholy state in a melancholic world
The forces of accusation growing soft
The paper towels burn like mortal tears in the rain

Long dark clouds in long dark days
Seasons in the rain

A reasoning goodbye and a mission for your head
Where boys fear to be and girls fear to tread
Dream, delusion, shovel through your shattered past

A season in the sun and a medicated path
The bright-eyed looking onwards in a wreck
Fields of flowers where the blind meet happiness

Reckoning thoughts of misfortune days
Sunburnt faces of blackening fates
Spreading words of human self-enslavement

It floats like a feather on a winter storm
Flies like frozen tears in the rain
Never mind the pages of the diaries you read
Track Name: Postcards Of The Walls Of Sin
Postcards from the Walls of Sin
(Words & Music: Daniel Catarino)

Throw a penny in the wishing well
Someone screaming from the depths of hell
Flesh and bones stretched out in the yellow sun
Chasing endless shadows on the run
Tides will turn and waves will spin around
Someone throws a penny in the ground
An endless crowd will gather round the block
Chanting anthems to the beating of the clock

Throwing rocks at the gates of the innocent
Something’s wrong so there must be one to blame

Throw a penny in a guitar case
Someone robs a blind man’s cane
And walks out in laughter swinging it in the air
What is worth ain’t what is fair to some
Life goes on, the innocent crowd the streets
Throwing back the rocks in disbelief
Time will stiff the ones without a home
Make believe that you are not alone

Tides will turn at the gates of the innocent
Something’s wrong so there must be one to drown

If you try to escape
The walls will break and you’re out
If you try to be sure
The walls will shape and you’re down
Locked again in your dreams

Throw a penny in the cement floor
Someone waves hello from the neighbour’s door
Life goes on and heaven must be hell
Someone screaming from a prison cell
Something’s wrong they say in a twisted grin
Hanging postcards from the walls of sin
Know that time will swing in the devil’s axe
Time will melt as if it’s made of wax

What goes on at the gates of the innocent
Something’s wrong and there’s nothing to repent