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Performer: Marsh Kids
Title: The Many Failings Of Bugsy Moonblood
Genre: Rock / Funk / Pop
Cat #: HT-002, DIMI 377
Label: Helat Tubruk, Demajors
Country: Indonesia
Date of release: 2014
Style: Indie Rock, Soft Rock, Funk, Pop Rock
FLAC size 2304 mb
MP3 size: 1917 mb
Record From CD, Album, Stereo

Marsh Kids Indonesia Helat Tubruk Demajors Indie Rock Soft Rock Funk Pop Rock 2014

Tracklist

1	Vampire's Gun Songwriter – Achmar
2	Molly May Guitar – Uga SwastadiSongwriter – Achmar, Gascaro
3	Bugsy Moonblood Songwriter – AchmarTrumpet – Agustinus Panji MardikaVocals – Joan Lumanauw
4	City Fire Guitar – Reza DwiputrantoSongwriter – AchmarTrumpet – Agustinus Panji Mardika
5	Bentang Bintang Songwriter – Achmar, Saleh
6	Cochese & The Eggplant Alto Saxophone – Gerinov MedaimantoArranged By – Uga SwastadiSongwriter – AchmarTenor Saxophone – Sistha Anindya
7	El Camino Guitar – Eko OktaviantoSongwriter – Achmar, PramuditaTrumpet – Agustinus Panji Mardika
8	Pause Songwriter – Tobing
9	Red Angel of My Sunset Congas, Chimes – Ildo HasmanGuitar – Ahmad VancoSongwriter – Achmar
10	Inclination Guitar – Uga SwastadiSongwriter – Achmar
11	Fajar's Lunatic Escaped
12	Pelawak Sekarang Lestari Mendatang Songwriter – PramuditaTrumpet – Agustinus Panji Mardika
13	Fugly Holiday Flute – Agustinus Panji MardikaGuitar – Dimas MartokoesoemoSongwriter – Achmar, Saleh

Credits

Arranged By, Producer – Marsh Kids
Artwork, Design – Ardneks
Bass – B. Tobing
Drums, Vocals – G. Rahmadeva
Engineer – Dimas Martokoesoemo
Engineer, Mixed By, Mastered By – Ahmad Vanco
Executive Producer – Demajors
Executive Producer, Management – Helat Tubruk
Guitar, Vocals – F. Achmar, B. Saleh, S. Pramudita
Keyboards, Synthesizer, Effects – M. Fahri
Photography – Omar Nasution

Notes

THE MANY FAILINGS OF BUGSY MOONBLOOD

The dust settles on his boots, as he faces the misty dying sun that peers at him thru the hills, he has tried so hard to ne someone that he know he was, yetlife has evaded him at every angle, jeered and scorned at him, disowned him, for longing to be his own true self. Though peoplelove him, he refuses that gift, for he knows, for what he is, people has expected of him otherwise. He feels such adulation might belittle him on his own accord, undeserving to his truest conviction. So he just smiles on, as the trickle of rays glisten blindly on his tired watery dusty green eyes, swirly sparkling, as if dancing, on his jaded crusty lashes, as the sun dies. He bows his head and slides onward to his awaiting comforting doom, that might just afterall, sets him free. As a kid, he has longed for it..oh, yearned ever so passionately, though morbid, my dear unloyal sons, for a final slumber that is sweet. He has no regret, regression is vain to him, though yet..there is only one thing in his short young haunted life he feels sorry for, and that is..my craving pipers..the pain of being born..and hopes to never again survive, or to suffice..as the world yawns..

"FROM A WORLD WHERE YOU PAY AN EYE FOR AN EYE, WHERE MEN AMOKE CIGARS AND SINGS FLAMBOYANTLY, HAILS SIX BANDITS WITH DISTINCT APPEARANCES. WITH GUITARS IN THEIR HANDS AND SCARS IN THEIR HEARTS, THEY APPEAR ARMED WITH NOTHING MORE THAN SONGS THAT SPEAKS OF LONGING, FORGOTTEN POETS AND REDEMPTION."

This is a stereo recording. A splendid time is guaranted for all.