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IV

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Baby Guru's fourth proper LP finds the band as a quartet and willing to push the boundaries once again, delivering their richest set of songs to date, both musically and lyrically.

They remain open to new directions without forgetting their roots and trademark sound and they seem mature enough to convey their feelings and thoughts on everyday struggle, (cosmic) unfulfilled romances, the illusions of fame, half-forgotten dreams, imaginary folk bands and disco freaks. "IV" is a hymn to group life and the work of four childhood friends who are seeking genuine forms of expression in a cold-hearted world.

“IV” is out on clear vinyl LP, CD and digital album from Inner Ear.

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released February 28, 2017

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Composed, produced and performed by Baby Guru
Lyrics by Prins Obi, except "Motel Rwanda" (lyrics by Prins Obi and Jef Maarawi)

Recorded at Marginalia Studio from October 2015 to January 2016 (Athens, Greece)
Engineered and mixed by King Elephant
Mastered by Yiannis Christodoulatos at Sweetspot Studio

Prins Obi: vocals, synthesizers, organ, keyboards, vocoder, clapping and snapping
King Elephant: drums, percussion, angeltone, clapping and snapping
Sir Kosmiche: bass, backing vocals on "Motel Rwanda"
Kon Kon: electric and acoustic guitars, clapping and snapping,
backing vocals on "Motel Rwanda"
George Alexander Glinos: tabla on "Before Sundown"
Jef Maarawi: additional vocals on "Motel Rwanda"

Artwork by Ifigenia Vasiliou

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Baby Guru Athens, Greece

Baby Guru is an ever-evolving musical organism consisting of four childhood friends. Tired of the typical rock band thing, they lay emphasis on spontaneity and unexpected inspiration, while they cultivate an obsession with the kraut rock legacy, pop melodies, psychedelic music and mama Africa percussion experiments. Baby Guru are: Prins Obi, King Elephant, Sir Kosmiche and Kon Kon. ... more

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Track Name: Tell Me What You're Made of
take all your thoughts in your head
and turn them upside down
golden brown, now you've found
a weird place you call home
standing still on the sand
ready to collapse
and the wrongs and the rights
the line begins to blur
tell me what you're made of
is it gold?
I got the wrong impression
I think it's bronze
tell me what you're made of
is it gold?
I need a new diversion
the colours in your brain seem to fade
to a distant memory
and your friends down the trench
have vanished from the scene
all the thoughts in your head
turning upside down
the wrongs and the rights
who can really tell?
tell me what you're made of
is it gold?
I wonder what you're doing
in this song
tell me what you're made of
is it bronze?
You need a new diversion
dance the santa claus samba
and believe in a dying scene
all these new restorations
left you waiting for a new bleep
Track Name: Bluebird Picnic
saturation gives me the creeps down my spine
is it better to 'live' or to die for a cause?
common sense is a fortress crammed with strict guards
stay in line or you're gonna be left all alone
(moonia, mooniamaye, moonia)
yesterday, maybe I dreamt of a folk band
there were fairies with harps instead of arms
I think they were tryin' something like a long jam
monotonous, yet so beautifully sharp
you call me at the bluebird picnic
it is the place that belongs to my dream
hey Mrs. Rubinstein, what do you need to abuse me?
this creature has dopes for a brain
tearing the silk with a modular blade
was it really a good idea to invite me?
(moonia, mooniamaye, moonia)
saturation, it gives me the creeps down my spine
is it better to live without a cause?
and you're going deeper and deeper, but how really deep can you go?
always laughing when I tell you the story of the monk
this creature has dopes for a brain
tearing the silk with a modular blade
was it really a good idea to invite me?
you call me at your bluebird picnic
it is the place that I visit in my dreams
hey Ms. Newsom, how much you need to misuse me?
Track Name: Oaxaca (The Calvino Song)
cram the tricksters in the back of the car
turn the engine on and let it slide
we don't need no Susie Qs
can you see the elephant in the room?
losing the essence at the prime of our lives
staring with ego-tripping eyes
now they tied us to the common sense
soon we're gonna be forgotten
don't you tell me that you've read my mind
the only thing you do is satisfy your pride
we don't need no Susie Qs
neither self-important fools
found a place on the edge of the town
where I can get around
you should do the same for yourself
'cause soon you're gonna be forgotten
you love me but you never cared for
you love me but you never cared for
you love me but you never cared for me
oh, baby
you love me but you never cared for
you love me but you never cared for
you love me but you never cared for me
oh, darling
coming up with superpowers
motherfuckers get down on your knees
posers, tricksters, midnight downers
false credentials by any means
Track Name: Before Sundown
I will follow your footsteps
leading me down by the seaside
picking the moonbeams
to synthesize a custom-made crown
and the girls in the abyss
will rise just to see your sweet smile
muting the silence with carnival welfare songs
before the sundown
before the sundown
please, my darling
I hate that sadness in your eyes
a friend of mine told me
that we're actually born alone
and the sons and the daughters
will really try to have a good time
mourning when this half-day comes to a halt
before the sundown
before the sundown
Track Name: Motel Rwanda
O que é que quando se olha já era
um bicho domável ou uma sangrenta fera
é a dança do tempo que ninguém comanda
e que se for dança essa dança é um samba
all the pretty boys would do the locomotion
I wonder how they keep up with their own emotion
I met a pretty girl who could do the cha-cha
I said, "come live with me at Motel Rwanda"
all the pretty boys would do the locomotion
(locomotion, do your thing)
I wonder do they keep up with a new devotion
I met a pretty girl who could teach me cha-cha
(cha-cha)
she said, "why can't we leave Motel Rwanda?"
O que é que quando se olha já era
um bicho domável ou uma sangrenta fera
é a dança do tempo que ninguém comanda
e que se for dança essa dança é um samba
(shoot to ah, ah, shoot to the core)
we leave Motel Rwanda
we leave Motel Rwanda
Track Name: Palace in the Sun
for all the absent lovers
I think I've got a story to tell
she was a lonesome priestess
and he was enchanted by her spell
"come and live by my side
I'll sing to you all day long
we'll cause a chain reaction
find a place to call our own"
"the way she sings, I got to defy the facts
patience, my siren, soon I will reach the sun"
he started building something
a capsule with protection sheets
failure after failure
nothing could withstand the heat
she couldn't leave her people
her place was with Sun-Ra
"such a shame, my love
I'll never leave the palace in the sun"
"take your dreams and bury them down the trash
there's no chance to feel my touch"
"all those hollow promises
thoughts of everlasting bliss
I think I left them backseat
where there's peace in my mind
but the leaves in the trees
they bring her voice to my ears
evil breeze, can you see
that I will burst into tears?
apart forever, not a thing can be done
I say goodbye"
all his hopes were buried down the trash
and her songs became too sad
Track Name: Nothing Really Bothers Me
better call it quits
but I see your face
shining in the dark like a falling star
I restore my faith
laughing and crying
is it all the same?
it's the balance that counts, pretty baby now
day after day (everyday)
'cause nothing really matters
when I look into your eyes
and nothing really bothers me
when I believe your lies
all those walking sharks
tryin' on their smiles
they don't give a damn about us, pretty baby no
leading their boring lives (boring lives)
but nothing seems to matter
when I look into your eyes
and nothing really bothers me
when I believe your lies
'cause nothing really matters
when I look into your eyes
and nothing really bothers me
when I believe your lies
Track Name: Amarousion
in the streets where you have grown
someone robbed you of a precious thing you owned
and left you there, breathing still
tell me Jane, what did you see?
you were busking underneath a yellow tree
hopeless smile, lonesome tears
darker times were out of reach
now they've found us with a nightmarish twist
don't be scared
in my dreams I try to hide
from a monster bereft of any pride
is it me?
is it you?
and all those loco people making up a sad refrain
they have to sing it slowly, in keeping with their empty heads
so prematurely, we forget the things that matter the most
tell me child, what do you seek?
have you found the yellow purple willow tree?
easy now
those crowded streets, like buzzing flies
you set the tone gazing at the velvet skies
haunted rhymes, long goodbyes
all those lonesome people making up a sad refrain
they have to sing it quietly, in keeping with their empty heads
and you come shouting loudly, creeping down this empty road
"I am left with nothing, but I shall try to save my soul"
and all those loco people making up a sad refrain
they have to sing it slowly, in keeping with their empty heads
so prematurely, we disguise ourselves as faceless, silent lambs