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Sissi Rada presents her debut album “Pragma”, due for release in November 2016.

It took two years to compose and produce “Pragma”, which is the answer to her self released split EP “Personae”, released in 2013. The recordings took place in Berlin and Athens with her permanent collaborator and producer, Max Trieder. The album features guest appearances from artists who have contributed in many ways to the identity of SIssi Rada: Camerata Athens Quartet, Sergiu Nastaza (solo violin), Niklas Lutterbach (soundscape) and Florian Bitzer, Sebastian Meyer and Constanze Trieder (wind instruments).

This thematic album is an attempt to highlight the sensitivity of the things that surround us. It deals with the universal word "pragma" and its various uses and delves into the psychic bond of modern man with symbols, symbolism and referentiality. Bilingual lyrics underline the multi-culture of the times and the common words our unisexual root. Music-wise, it is hard to describe the sound of Sissi Rada for the reason that pop, electronic and classical elements blend in a unique way to create an equally unique genre.

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released November 25, 2016


Sissi Makropoulou: composition, lyrics, harp, voice
Maximiliam Trieder: composition, guitar, bass, keys, production
Tom Krause: drums

Guest Musicians:
- Athens Camerata's Quartet, Constanze Trieder - flute (track 1)
- Florian Bitzer - trombone, Sebastian Meyer - trumpet (track 2)
- Athens Laurentiu Quartet , Sergiu Nastasa - 1st violin, Otilia Atilei - 2nd violin, Laurentius Matarasu - viola, Christopher Humphrey - cello (track 4)
- Niklas Lutterbach - soundscape (track 6)
- Sergiu Nastasa - violin, Constanze Trieder – blockflute and a real musician wren (track 10)

Produced and Mixed by Maximilian Trieder @ dasher, Berlin
Drums recorded @ Emil-Berliner-Studios, Berlin
Strings recorded @ the New Fab Liquid studio, Athens
Mastered by Henning Birkenhake @ Eastside Mastering, Berlin

Artwork by Michalis Paraskakis


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Track Name: Macaroni And Tears
shower with tears
black tears for mascara
macaroni and tears
cheers- beers
he hears my fears? please

No view, no you
and the pillow is all wet
Macaroni and tears
inject my ears, please

grizzly bears
on my hairs white martinis
macaroni and tears
kills bills
and Britney Spears

spend my money on you
only you are cheap
macaroni and tears
beards queers
and broken steers

come back darling
I am crying
Sorrow never
left my bed
come back darling
please come home

müsli with tears
crüsli with no gravity
macaroni and tears
why don't I die die

darn that dream
dream of you is all I do
macaroni and tears
that's all I do
Track Name: Sunday
Kids on bikes in big front yards
maybe I am too old for that
one time lovers wake up hard
and eat naked like detectives
You look good
Fuck I won't say it
Cause it's Sunday lets go sunscate
Or -play ping pong
I will cry from tomorrow

On Monday
one day after that
they still don't love you
and they are not ashamed
On Monday
seven days before that
you do us a favor
and fall in love

Edges buildings join your foottoes
city is a true ideal
Nobody wants it to end
What time is it? Tv Show!
I am jealous but I am better
on the only day that church looks cool
-mum smiles food-
she will cry
kiss her now
Track Name: Clouds
Planes fly through my bodies
of pillow mass
I project big shadows
create darkness

Planes fly through my bodies
of red mystique
I project big shadows
no pain at all

Milk balls in cold water
that's how it feels
when a plane is in you
that's how it feels
Track Name: Elevator
Take me high
never let me down

Where I am
there's a stable sound

Iron ceiling
diamond golden door
Could it be a dream
shiny white cream
Push the button
1,2,3,4 I am high

Take him high
never let him down

Take me there
where you left him high

Where we are
there's a bright light
that will keep us tight
Track Name: Little White Boat
Little white boat
You record the sea
And on the sun's golden line
every afternoon you climb

Little white boat
I have the fisherman's hat on my lap
and the fish he catches
move for a little while till they die

Little white boat
You can balance well
You can cook the salt I took
And then proud
tell the dolphins where to crowd

Little white boat
From the fisherman's nets
You see needleworks and sunsets
you will never never rest

Little white boat
Touch my ear- the wind I hear
and your breath
my dear- are you there?
Track Name: Judy Garland
How can I forget the boy next door
Meet me in St.Louis
Hop hop hop went the wheels
Stop stop stop went my heart strings

Somewhere over the rainbow
you saw, you saw the rain

I am as cool as a cucumber
but you're shaking like I don't know what
I don't know a word that
rhymes with coronel
just as long as it is infernal
Track Name: Your Laptop
there is someone
who knows you more than anyone
Your laptop

It knows
her and him and them and these, us
Your laptop

There is someone
who sleeps with you every night
Your laptop

It touches you
First and last/ your hands/ where do I stand?
Your laptop

Underneath your fingertips
On your stable knees it is
Once you shed a tear
how weird
Was it me, online, surreal?
'Love and love...”

There is someone
who knows your thoughts before we do.
Your laptop

Where did you go
and where should you be before you leave
You laptop
Track Name: Batman
το μαύρο σου κεφάλι το θυμάμαι απο μικρή
στη σχολική μου τσάντα
και σ' ένα μπλουτζίν

Ω Μπάτμαν ω μπαμπά...

τώρα που είμαι μεγάλη
έφυγες, δε σ' έχω δει
κάποιοι γύρω μου σου μοιάζουν
μα στ΄αλήθεια πια κανείς
Track Name: Seirinas
Γιατί δε σε φίλησα εκεί στο κλαμπ ?
Ήσουν τόσο μόνος σου εκεί στην καρέκλα σου.
Ήθελες ?
Τα γυαλιά σου προστάτευαν τα μάτια σου.
Ακουμπούσαν τα μάγουλα σου.
Τι τυχερά...
Η καρέκλα σου σε κρατούσε σταθερό.
Τα χερούλια ένωναν τα χέρια σου με τη γη.
Το μαξιλάρι απολάμβανε το βάρος σου.
Και γω δε σε φίλησα.
Κακοντυμένοι γύρω σου χόρευαν.
Διατάραζαν τη θλιμμένη σου ηρεμία.
Τα ποτά ήταν ακριβά.
Οι πορτιέρηδες κοντοί και άσχημοι.
Εσύ ήσουν ο μόνος αληθινός,
ψεύτικα ήρεμος πάνω στην καρέκλα.
Και γω δε σε φίλησα.
Και συ δε με φίλησες.
Αλλά δε με νοιάζει.
Δεν έχει σημασία.
Εγώ έμαθα.
Έμαθα την επόμενη φορά που θα σε δω να κάθεσαι θλιμμένα σε μια καρέλα στο κλαμπ,
εγώ να σε φιλήσω.
Και ας μη με αγαπάς.
Κι ας είσαι ψεύτικος.

Τώρα ακούγονται σειρήνες παράφωνες
Κόκκινα και μπλε φώτα αναβοσβήνουν
Άνθρωποι τρέχουν να σε σώσουν
Και ούτε πια η καρέκλα δε σε κρατάει
Ομίχλη από το παράθυρό μου

Το στιζκεικ μπροστά σου είναι πικρό.
Τα μάτια ενός παιδιού φαίνονται πονηρά και ένα ζιγκολό κοκκινίζει απο ντροπή.
Όταν κοιτάς το πάτωμα σκάνε πίσω σου πυροτεχνήματα,
Τα κουμπιά του παντελονιού σου αν ήταν γάτες θα γουργούριζαν.
Το πουκάμισό σου αν ήταν λουλούδι θα άνθιζε.
Αν ήσουν δώρο θα ήσουν ένα μικρό βελούδινο κουτάκι που δεν ανοίγει.
Δωρικός θα ήταν ο τρόπος σου στη μουσική.
Τροπικό το κλίμα μέσα στο κλαμπ.
Είχες ένα τρόπο να μη με κοιτάς.
Αυτός δίπλα μου που μου μίλαγε ήταν πιο όμορφος από σένα
αλλά η λέξη όμορφος θα πάρει άλλο νόημα, όταν θα πεθάνεις.
Όμορφη θα είναι πάντα για μένα η εικόνα σου στην καρέκλα στο κλαμπ,
άπραγος, ψεύτικος, περνώντας τις τελευταίες σου ώρες κοντά μου απο μακριά.
Όμορφος θα είναι ο θάνατος σου.
Track Name: Sousourada
a little bird
under my bed
sings my love for you
That you will never hear
from me

A little bird
outside my door
tweets that you're not coming
and then flies to a hill

All the birds above you
too ti to ta ti to
sing my everlasting love
Look all the birds above you
too ti to ta ti to
will breathe my love forever love

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