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Record Labor

by That Virginia

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I felt a spark, I thought it could be flame I felt the spirit that I tried to tame it could be the music I overcame It must be rooted on my last name Their music sent a signal down my spine I tried to listen closely to all the sounds I left behind It has been years since I felt the warmth of my own language serenading me to sleep um, dois, três, like counting sheep um, dois três, like a harvest to reap When I hear you I am home Pra você guardei meu amor maior I am no longer mayor of my own hometown I am the voice who lingers in time Pulled in by the melodies that roam the big city as much as I did when I was young Passos dados na avenida, I walk home in my own mind I hear the signs clearly, I could hear them, even blind Um, dois, três, like counting my steps Um, dois, três, I found my way back Pra você guardei meu amor / when I hear you I am home
Unlocked 04:50
Is that how it feels to have the floors taken away from your feet I mean this in a good way since I appreciate the weightlessness this morning I was told this door I was knocking on desperately had been unlocked the entire time and all of a sudden everything made sense, reality is layered and you can exist in different realities depending on your intentions and your frequency am I reaching the frequency, am I stretching my time am I losing the fear of the closed doors am I reaching the space that I deserve to be embraced by billions of arms am I reaching the unknown, or crossing through the other side am I listening to all the wisdom I had left behind is my reason to move on, the same why I'm far behind am I resonating the experience I would like to find my thoughts had become things my power's from within my art has become me doors open like my skin
Tropical 03:24
My body is tropical my genes were born from palm trees and my hands are strong enough to hold a sunset And my feet were built to be dipped in white sand and my eyes were picked from fresh greens My body is warm as warm as the asphalt of my home town my temperature is measured in Celsius and it has never seen a negative sign My lungs could store the spirit of a thousand trees swaying with the sound of samba and my arms strong like bamboo always bending, but never breaking My body body body is tropical, therefore not built for the snowy weather of the place I call home My cells, they shiver with the coming cold they are not ready to leave the warmth My body is made up of microscopic teeny-tiny seeds of tropical fruits my essence tastes like papaya when it's ripe and I speak with the sweetness of fresh juice My body is tropical it's not cold like the dead of winter it's warm like a cup of espresso I'm warm like the sun in their eyes I am made up of moonlights quietly watching over the beaches I once stepped on. My body is tropical
Transcendere 05:40
Woke up eaten alive, by monsters of numbers, materialized Dreams were dark and cruel, trying to catch me in a world I don't belong They said "come inside" but they'll eat me alive On a day, overnight, out of space and time When my experience is worthless to those eyes And existence is a cheap trick, we are paralyzed But I was grounded by the kind human soul who reminds me that I, I can rise above It'll pass, we are flying too low There's more to life than I realize It is about time to speak of this love Until we are one and the same and there's no one else to blame but the very world we became We are condemned to be free in blissful company of souls dancing around our own lives on a bright night with humankind Hold hands, show me who you are, we can sit together and enjoy A whole life where you and I can walk around the world as one But I was grounded by the kind human soul who reminds me that I, I can rise above It'll pass, we are flying too low There's more to life than I realize There are colors, many streams and they're bursting at the seams of life alone, together in peace in self-transcendence in love
Lights Off 05:09
Our causes are different, but our speech is the same We make complaints in vain We both miss each other, different versions of ourselves Different sides of our coins As if we were fans of, the same actor, performing two different roles You miss a version of me that exists In complete dependence on the version of you I really miss I miss your south, you miss my north I miss your grand entrance and you miss my quiet escape We are walking on different sides of the same damn road We are present on the same place but in a parallel universe We are traces of our past in each other We are light that remains inside your eyelids when you stare at the sun I miss your sun and you miss my moon You miss my strum and I miss your hand We're quietly side by side But none of us is really there We are ghosts of who we thought we were We are bound by the lack of ourselves We are who we are when our eyes are closed When we drift off into our own space Until there’s no sense of you and I... Until our light is off And we can find each other again
Look at the lightning striking ground from sky above It brings me fear and wonder all in one shot I’ve seen the mountains where the light can find its hideout We are the real monsters when day turns the lights out We’re feeling warmer like the doors to hell are open The thunder sounds like moving furniture in heaven What are we doing to relieve our Mother Nature From hands that squeeze our life away until we’re dry I say take matters into our hands and plant a seed of healing into the ground we’ve burned Less focus on walls More light on the fact That we have lived so long under some sort of contract We’re born to live up to expectations But we won’t grow unless you bless us with your patience


"Record Labor is one long hot afternoon in July in musical form, and it deserves to be taken with you then, and pulled out as a balm during January blizzards, to remind you that orange is a flavor you can listen to."
- Rachel Ambrose


released June 2, 2017

Record Labor is the long awaited debut EP of Brazilian artist That Virginia.

1. Um, Dois, Tres
Vox, Bass, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar: Virginia Semeghini
Percussion: Doug Fitch
Accordion: Matt Dallow
Clap Section: Carlos Semeghini, Denys Rocco, Justin Kelley, Amanda Kelley, Gracie Day, Nathan Sage

2. Unlocked
Vox, Acoustic Guitar: Virginia Semeghini
Percussion: Doug Fitch
Cello: Emily Hope Price
Marimba: Noelle Veillette

3. Tropical
Vox, Acoustic Guitar, Bass: Virginia Semeghini
Percussion: Doug Fitch
Electric Guitar: Brenden Fimian

4. Transcendere
Vox, Acoustic Guitar, Bass: Virginia Semeghini
Violin: Robert "Bobby" Pickett

5. Lights Off
Vox, Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitar, Bass: Virginia Semeghini
Drums: Brenden Fimian & Nathan Sage
Choir Section: Madeleine Abrams, Denys Rocco, Gracie Day, Chad Tree, Charles Kessler, Justin Kelley, Carlos Semeghini, Sarah Allen, Anique Evans

Produced by Virginia Semeghini and Nathan Sage
Recorded at White House Productions, Shelton, CT
Album cover artwork by Hannah Fitzgerald.


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That Virginia Bridgeport, Connecticut

Once I knew how to play, I learned how to create. I knew life wouldn't be the same. Songwriting became my friend, my therapy, and my instrument of empowerment. My music is the best I can give to the world - it comes from my soul, from my heart, it is how I reach out. All I do is hope I can touch people in a positive way and somehow let them know it's ok to follow their bliss. ... more

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