We all bleed

20 Tracks 1 Disc

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1. Prologue: Evening. Tsukuru at Shinjuku
04:39
2. Grand canyon is not big enough
04:54
3. Don't act surprised
02:36
4. Anemic catatonic
03:20
5. Just like Brenda, but not at all
03:21
6. Some things never change
04:46
7. Hold your fire
03:17
8. And so on and so on...
05:52
9. Uli
04:44
10. Paranoid blood
02:42
11. and jealous bones
01:28
12. where pregnant women go to smoke
03:35
13. Harm done
02:02
14. Weird on demand
02:39
15. Just give it another try
02:47
16. No harm done
02:13
17. Tim, not Richard or Cliff
01:57
18. And turned on her kindness
05:35
19. Just think of something else
05:35
20. Epilogue: Morning. Tsukuru at Shinjuku
04:06

There’s a different point of view out there, and luckily there were and are people gracious enough who create, document and share it... Wenders, Kurosawa, Bunuel, Lynch, Murakami, Bukowski, Burton, Delvaux, Gilliam...

We all bleed is a soundtrack to a night of an invented individual, a somebody, a nobody, you or me. It is a collection of feelings, emotions, events imagined, feared and wished, a painting of a life, a poem of past, present and future.

By evening the day turned out to be the opposite of the promise it was in the morning. Half a day later it feels the same in a way, but now has a couple of extra layers and scars on top. And it’s only Tuesday evening. Remember Tsukuru at Shinjuku? Not unlike a week’s worth of le overs. Just like Uli. And then all of a sudden you’re gone. Although you haven’t done anybody any harm. Just being is unfortunatelly not available at the moment. Try turning off. No harm in that, just weird on demand, try it. Doesn’t always work. Just give it another try. No harm done anyway. A propos beyond, according to Tim, not Richard or Cliff, there seems to be some sort of an alternative available. That would explain all the confusion on the religion market. Maybe he knows more than the rest of us? And so on and so on... what if it never stops? Why? What do you mean why? Because some things never change. Stuck in reverse or in a tidal lock like frustrated magicians. I would’ve thought that was obvious by now. That’s probably why some go anemic catatonic, it’s just easier that way. Just like Brenda, but not at all, because she found a way around it which eliminated her fears and turned on her kindness. There is some sort of poetic justice to it. And then all of a sudden she said “Just hold your fire”. And it stopped. Before that she was all paranoid blood and jealous bones, hanging out in those special places, you know the kind where pregnant women go to smoke. It’s the only place you feel comfortable when your skin is too tight and your soul is dislocated. Well don’t act surprised now, it’s not like you didn’t know about this. Feeling torn between natural order and fortune cookie destiny. Out of place like a dead cortina in the woods. But it looks so content. Like Tsukuru at Shinjuku in the morning. I wonder how he feels now.

ROBERT JUKIČ - bass . ROELAND CELIS - guitars . MATTHIAS DE WAELE - drums . LENART DE BOCK - tenor saxophone

with guests: WAJDI RIAHI - wurlitzer, piano . TOINE THYS - bass clarinet

All songs wri en by Robert Jukič

Recorded and mixed by Cyrille Obermüller at Rockstar Recordings Studio, Niel, 5.12.2024 .

Mastered by Michał Kupicz .

Cover photo “Dead Cortina” by Chris Ezra .

Graphic design by Tinka Mesec Tomazin .

Artwork by Tanja Trtnik