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After the Fire, Before the End

by Postcards

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1.
In my city / shifting sands lie under stone / holy waters / orange waves on private shores / look out or be swallowed whole / living’s not for everyone / hold on to your mother tongue And resurrection is the only way to cope / rubber bullets broken bones / over and over keep the score / and if you find yourself all strung / choking on your half a lung / hold on to your mother tongue In my city / when it rains it floods / when it’s hot it boils / we were born in hidden corridors / keep the kids away from doors and windows / lucky blue eye hanging on the walls Living’s not for everyone / hold on to your mother tongue
2.
You were lying where / you had cut my hair / right beneath the table / where we eat the bread you make / home is so sad Glass in our coffee / towels on trees / blood from your nostrils / blood from your ears / soil splattered on our walls like drops of blood / home is so sad There’s a hole / where your knee should be / but I am not afraid / I am not afraid / home is so sad / it stays as it was left
3.
Sea Change 03:51
I saw the signs / I felt it in my bones / a new desire / an audacity to hope In parking lots / we broke our daily bread / we drew the plans / in gardens for the dead Hear the gunshots / hold on to a stranger’s thighs / hear the gunshots / fireworks and friendly fire A slow descent / an ever-changing game / I read the lines / it all remains the same
4.
Summer 04:18
Pine trees stand as tall as a skyscraper / guardians of the wild / we spend summer days / packed in our tiny house / years turn to hours / soldiers stare as we suntan on the roof / on a summer’s day By candlelight we sit outside / waiting for the full moon to rise / we see bridges blow up / from our bedroom balcony / like in the movies / years turn to hours / on a summer’s day
5.
Bruises 02:51
I always thought that this would end / with scaffolds crushing me to death / cautionary tales for city boys and girls Images engraved inside my head / a dying Mozart on the stairs / in an unmarked grave / a bedtime story’s end “Hush” you whisper “don’t you cry” / you worry that the neighbors might hear me / what can they have to say anyway? I am on the other side when everything’s in motion / I’m in all the photographs and nowhere in the caption Poetry and rigidity / the curses you passed on to me / I find myself awake at night / waiting for the day Please don’t ask me / the customary questions / I don’t know / what can I have to say anyway? I am on the other side when everything’s in motion / I’m in all the photographs and nowhere in the caption
6.
I saw you there / with your black boyish hair / you were told it would save on water in the war / but it was to avoid the stares of curious boys / you didn’t have a choice / it was better than having your tongue turn to ashes Five little girls / born and raised on holy words / surrounded by those who could not see / they played hide and seek / while it rained metal on concrete / where could they hide? Five little girls / seldom seen and rarely heard / walk out into the world / where could they hide? I saw you there / with flowers in your hair / and your tongue had turned to ashes
7.
Red 05:00
I am by your side Cherry-colored sky / when the earthquake hits / the chemicals / the dust Hold on to my arm / you’re my only one / I run on flattened doors / I’ve seen this all before / it flows in my blood I am by your side / there’s still some glass / on pages of books I can’t read Let’s get married pack up and leave / there’s a fire in the sky / I try to close my eyes / I’m tired
8.
January 03:04
Boats at our window / parked on our street / we live in water / caught in a stream / cover my ears I’ve seen the future / it’s all the same / time is the devil’s twisted game / cover my ears Grief to grow old with / grief as an end / grief as a neighbor / grief as a friend Scars on the curtains / needles to thread / grief in the way we make our bed Grief as a daughter / grief over words / cover my ears / I am not here
9.
If I Die 03:47
I wait for the sun Let the sun bury me in light / mermaids sing / like in the beginning There is nothing left under the sun / houses stand like tombs / bodies back in wombs / there is nothing left but the sun Bury me in light

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"Dream pop trio Postcards' debut album, I‘ll be here in the morning captivated audiences when it came out in 2018. It conveyed a sense of escapism, of searching for that fleeting moment, a chance to pause for thought. Less than four years later, a band shaken to the core by events in their home country, encounters a world in a pandemic state of emergency. On their new album, After the Fire, Before the End, Julia Sabra (vocalist, lyricist, keys, guitar), Marwan Tohme (guitar, bass) and Pascal Semerdjian (drums) don’t even try to induce a peaceful state of mind. Instead, the album embraces the omnipresence of the crisis and talks openly about the suffering, without indulging in self-pity.

What do emotions like longing and love, melancholy and existential fear, feel like, when they are not experienced in the relative safety of a functioning country? The catastrophic explosion that shook the port of Beirut in August 2020 saw Lebanon momentarily make headlines around the world. But the absurdity of life in the country is not new.

The dreamily fading track “Summer” seems to want to hold on to the memory of an idle summer day made particularly unforgettable by its uneventfulness. But cracks appear in the idyllic scene when Sabra almost casually mentions soldiers watching them sunbathing on the roof. The introspective, bittersweet lyrics are often expanded with an added social or political layer. Uncertainty and anxiety about the future are the defining undertones of this record. Maybe that is why After the Fire, Before the End has the potential to hit a nerve in Europe, as the continent is already reeling from the pandemic.

With its nervous bassline and explosive guitars, “Mother Tongue” captures a lot of the atmosphere that was felt in Beirut in those days. The song turns into a reckoning with their hometown, which has long since been devoid of any sense of safety and comfort.

“Home is so Sad” is another case in point, lamenting the wounds on one’s own body and mourning the loss of all security. Musically, the scarred melancholy of the ballad is contrasted by a manic drum kit and a distorted guitar, which comes in towards the end of the track as if to reinforce the percussive struggle against the pain. “Red” is a declaration of love, but with lyrics such as “Let’s get married pack up and leave / there’s a fire in the sky / I try to close my eyes / I’m tired” it is steeped in exhaustion rather than romance. Singer, Julia Sabra, always manages the delicate balancing act between ethereal beauty and emotional weariness, e.g. in “Sea Change”, a song that clings to a glimmer of hope for normality, only to end in resignation. With the lyrics “Grief to grow old with / grief as an end / grief as a neighbor / grief as a friend”, “January”, even dares to tap into complete and utter sadness. Sabra is one of the recognisable voices of the new dream pop generation. She seems to know all the tricks of the trade, effortlessly combining anxiety and thoughtfulness in her singing style. In her hands, the swan song, “If I Die”, becomes a veritable anthem, whose essence “There is nothing left under the sun / houses stand like tombs / bodies back in wombs / The is nothing left but sun / Bury me in light” exudes a liberating sense of doom.

After the Fire, Before the End is a musical embodiment of the emotions felt under a truly existential burden. The hauntingly beautiful sounds, rapturous in places and often surging in true shoegaze style, can help cope with and overcome life’s challenges. No doubt, in a world that is in a state of confusion, self-conscious lamentation is probably the best strategy to stop one from losing one’s mind."

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released October 15, 2021

All music composed and performed by Postcards: Julia Sabra, Pascal Semerdjian and Marwan Tohme. Lyrics by Julia Sabra. Additional arrangements by Fadi Tabbal.

Recorded, engineered and mixed by Fadi Tabbal at Tunefork Studios in Beirut, between October 2020 and April 2021. Mastered by Heba Kadry.

Produced by Fadi Tabbal and Postcards.

All photos by Rachel Tabet.
Design by Josette ZOoz Khalil.

℗ 2021 Postcards © 2021 T3 Records.
Any unauthorized reproduction or copying is prohibited by law.

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Postcards Beirut, Lebanon

Postcards is a dream pop / shoegaze trio, and Beirut's longest-lasting alternative group since its formation in 2012.

With 4 concept albums and 3 EPs, the trio has produced a diverse catalog ranging from dream pop and shoegaze to post-punk and noise.

Their songs deal with themes of alienation, melancholy, and resistance, through textured soundscapes helmed by Julia's poignant words.
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