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Bel Air (album)

Bel Air is the fourth studio album by the German alternative rock band Guano Apes and their first studio album in eight years. It was released on 1 April 2011 on Columbia Europe and entered the German album charts at No. 1. The album marked a complete shift from the band's sound, changing from nu metal to a more mainstream hard rock.

The album is available in four different editions: a standard edition (1 disc), deluxe edition (1 disc + poster), gold edition (2 discs), and a vinyl edition (2 records + poster).

Track listing

All lyrics written by Sandra Nasić. 

Personnel

  • Mastered by – Kai Blankenberg
  • Mixed by – Arne Neurand (tracks: 5, 6, 8, 10 to 14), Randy Staub (tracks: 2), Terry Date (tracks: 7), Tom Lord-Alge (tracks: 1, 3, 4, 9)
  • Produced by – Guano Apes, Jon Schumann
  • Reviews

    Alexey Eremenko from Allmusic gave the album a positive review. He considered Bel Air to be the band's most streamlined and mature record to date.

    Year-end charts

    References

  • "Guano Apes: Bel Air". All Music. Retrieved 22 November 2014.
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    Bel-Air

    by: The Church

    A palm tree nodded at me last night
    Said hey you look so pale
    I don't know if it was the air or the breeze in my hair
    I had a feeling I had failed
    So down to the beach just out of reach
    The moon was being trailed
    A girl and a sailor and a hot dog trailer
    That's their holy grail
    The sand whispered heat and burned the feet
    Of gulls landing on the shore
    In the motel pool the waitress cools
    She doesn't ask for more
    She makes a wish she takes a risk
    She opens up her door
    Through human eyes she's a dolphin in disguise
    It's the last night of the war
    Somewhere far away there's another day
    And someone's getting out of bed
    She put on her face in the morning space
    She doesn't know she's dead
    Her ruby lips can't excite me anymore
    And pain sprawls on the chair, it's always there
    And he descends the stairs, he doesn't see
    The sunburnt landlord glares, for all the people




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