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Postcards - Dust Bunnies [Official Video]

DUST BUNNIES is off Postcards' upcoming 5th album RIPE out March 28, 2025 on Ruptured Records/t3 records. Stream DUST BUNNIES: https://lnk.to/Postcards_DustBunnies Pre-order RIPE on Bandcamp: https://postcardsmusic.bandcamp.com/a... Pre-save RIPE: https://lnk.to/Postcards_Ripe Video shot, edited & animated by Areej Mahmoud. Produced by Studio Humbaba. Special thanks to Raja Zgheib, Mizyed Azrai, Josette "Zooz" Khalil, Tunefork Studios and Belal Hibri. All music composed and performed by Postcards: Julia Sabra, Pascal Semerdjian and Marwan Tohme. Lyrics by Julia Sabra. Additional arrangements by Fadi Tabbal. Recorded and mixed by Fadi Tabbal in the Semerdjian family home in Ain Aar and Tunefork Studios in Beirut. Mastered by Harris Newman at Grey Market Mastering in Montreal. Produced by Fadi Tabbal and Postcards. LYRICS Dust bunnies behind bedroom doors The craters left by meteors The windows we rebuilt once more Never fully close The bookmarks in unfinished novels Generations judged immoral The subtle smell of burnt debris Mixed with dust and soil The ruins of empires past The sad remains of broken glass The idiotic will to hope To soften every blow The heavy weight, invisible Of expectations, rituals The strings attached that hang above A partner’s lasting love The magnets on your mother’s fridge Your heartbreaking heritage Our ancestors may have known There’s nowhere left to go Scattered words in all three languages Scars that always seem to itch The stench of slaughtered cows in summer Like living in a giant gutter The cactus growing in my throat There’s nowhere left to go Dust bunnies behind bedroom doors The craters left by meteors The windows we rebuilt once more Never fully close The ruins of empires past The sad remains of broken glass The idiotic will to hope To soften every blow The magnets on your mother’s fridge Your heartbreaking heritage Our ancestors may have known There’s nowhere left to go Scattered words in all three languages Scars that always seem to itch The stench of slaughtered cows in summer Like living in a giant gutter The power cuts, the deadly boats The thunderstorms, ear-splitting drones The cactus growing in my throat There’s nowhere left to go