1. |
tourist in space inst.
03:03
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not yet.
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2. |
churching
03:31
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john m, he brought me bread
john m, he brought me wine
some fruit and vinegar
he told me about the lord
the dome began to fall
the windows disappeared
the angels cut their wings
and mary wiped her eyes
john m. he made me stay
inside the sacristy
john m. he came dressed by
a golden transvestite
he told me "don't be sad"
this time won't be the last
john me, he made me hide
under victorian clothes
but i just wanted a place to play
the children want to grow
john m a war he brought
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3. |
waving
04:24
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it's so nice to perspire
in the sun crust
it's alright to collide
just by pure chance
with the man of your life
of the future
till he waves through the panes
of my palace
waving going crazy
if you fell in a hole
you could climb back
in the end there'll be no
consequences
when your family waves
from the surface
when they're ready to lie
for amusement
waving going crazy
waving from the royalty of their highness
waving to a rocky horizon
but they are waving to the other side
they won't sleep until they die
and their hands are holding bars
crushing teeth and biting tongues
they're building some new memories
all their sins are on display
waving to the other side
they all claim they're innocent
but nobody seems to care
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4. |
walt
03:16
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i can't believe those words lay stiff in silence
we used to smooch at night outside the garden
my skin looks clean, untouched, i'm just his bible
and when i blink he looks me back with violence
but even so i'm gonna light these fireworks
so many things arose in these last few months
i'll wait for him to turn me pro in labour
accept my fate with grace and resignation
walt!
i sense the silver
run!
in waterfalls
and when he leaves and bite and tear my pillow
i jump insanely up above my duvet
i try to crash the windows with my plushes
i tire and sleep until the dark night passes
walt!
i sense the silver
run!
in waterfalls
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5. |
yellow press
03:07
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welcome my dear
to this my chamber
welcome my dear
i am enchanted
let's get this clear
just for a moment
we must shoot here
i'll light a candle
above the fireplace
my picture hanging
it cost a fortune
and i'm not bluffing
it's just a charcoal
i look austere
in my own image
i show no fear
under the bulbs i'm fire
get in the line
and contemplate my
natural beauty
of shiny plastic
and if you want me
i'll crack a smile
and if you want me
i'll play the lire
i'll put the shades on
so enigmatic
they're very useful
to avoid the public
and when it's over
i volunteer
i'll sell the stuff to
the highest bidder
under the bulbs i'm fire
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6. |
unforeseen reception
04:31
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ancient heart of stone, your job here is done
there's no any hope of avoiding the dark
tangled in my sheets waiting for the call
feel a little breeze blowing on my nose
welcome home!
welcome home!
let's go dear, come along!
my day has come i'm on the run
i finally ended my war
my final wish, to be reborn
cause tonight i exist no more
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7. |
sunset
03:34
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try to get back home before the sunset with a glorious smile on your face
bring the pieces of your hideous raptor, knock the door if you think i'm asleep
when the right time comes you and i'll wonder what was up with the ones that aren't here
nevermind! they won't ever be broadcasted
we'll get high, we'll feel the light
(i believe i ain't enough)
i believe i'm naked dry
i believe there was nothing like the sunset
i believe i'm out of my mind
in the forest naked dry
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8. |
not now
02:50
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lady says "it's not the moment, certainly not the right time"
this is why she's still walking with the shadows on her mind
now she's trying to deliver all the messages within
she'll be yelling at the people that may try to interfere
"not now!"
is a phoetus really a human?"
she did ask with a grimace as the firing streetlamps were painfully dazzling her eyes
she will fight a thousand critics of her near environment
some think she's committing murder and she should be put in jail
"not now!"
"this is so shattering! oh, it's so threatening! this is so rampaging..."
in the end she will act quickly, there are many things to unfold
she can't really have the baby, she's still the underdog
cause this is not a good moment, certainly not the right time
this is why she'll keep on walking with some shadows on her mind, but
"not now!"
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9. |
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it’s said that freezing’s cool for people’s wounds
if you don’t get it you’ll fall to the ground
but it ain’t nothing that I may have found
i should’ve known…
i searched for stuff i’d never undergo
i looked for goals that i would never score
and the worst parts are still to be explored
i should’ve known…
i prayed before
aAs soon as I get there I won’t fall over”
i should’ve known…
this virgin land was built with burning ice
its main material was a bunch of lies
it’s like a plane exploding while it flies
i should’ve known…
here it’s so cold i think i’m going to freeze
my cheeks are hurting because of the breeze
i hope snow invokes the epiphany
i should’ve known…
i prayed before...
with what i’ve been...
i’m cursed to live in this antarctic city
i should’ve known…
i prayed before...
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10. |
rotten blood ver 2
03:35
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when i grow up i'll marry
into the highest lineage
so i can display my power
to the eyes of the lower people
luxurious life is riddled
with handicaps that stiffen
that's why i'm trying to govern
with economic vision
the air smells of rotten blood
these are the lands i'm reigning
thanks to the lives i've taken
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11. |
back home
02:18
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of those dreams that i have longed for i fulfilled all but one
so this sense of deep deception erupts my sinner heart
i aim for perfection, i'm tempted to go back
i'm rabid, contagious, i'm envious of their luck
i'll remain in my position until my soul goes black
i'm faceless and restless, i'm watching from the dark
i wonder, i wonder if my time will ever come
so i'm back home
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12. |
flaming hell solo
03:50
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this is the story of helen, who destroyed the mighty army full of junkies armoured with their poisoned arrows. she came by through the water, rolling thunder wearing leather "aphrodite on her high heels from the tidal wave, i'd rather"
she once was named the queen of all the lands of the amazons, there she chose to use the spears against her opponents' feeble zones. helen flying like a spider throwing webs right through her nostrils to defeat the condemned junkies with her marvellous tight outfits
she went to tartar, she crossed the land, picked on the junkies, brought them their tramp
i remember all the things she said to us when she ended labour, her smile was bright as gold and she had turned into our idol. we waved at her screaming "now we have a will for living" then he followed with her mission. lord! her life was so much thrilling...
she went to tartar, she croseed the land, picked on the junkies, brought them their tramp. she burned their remains, spitted on them, left out the tartar, went back to hell. the flaming hell.
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13. |
oil
03:47
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claws from heaven!
blurred vision showing:
branches of trees;
spiny petals of roses;
metallic devices resembling the last culture acquired
and baby greyhounds
the “galgos”
they dance in circles around the opera house
they punish the wind with lethal whipping
they abuse the weather with random swiping
quadruped hands showing no mercy
oh, yeah, next time you`ll learn
some gloomy melody as soundtrack
no more signs of life around
no more awkward sentences
nor smiles nor arrogance
boys, were we naff to boys!
were we naff to old boys!
were we naff to old!
were we naff to...
so the oil is coming, sir
dark matter in the sea, sir
polluted corrupted
vengeance from our sweet lally
it covers the globe with madness
recreates and old illustration
the embrace of modern panthalassa
mattress of dense foam
were we naff to boys!
were we naff to old boys!
were we naff to old!
were we naff to...
the earth is dressed in black
mourning clothes and widow veil
fashioned sunglasses
until it all becomes
a greasy ball
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14. |
witchcraft
02:11
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no way
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15. |
dead daddy by the garden
03:40
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you weren’t like daddy
now you’re so ecstatic in the cold grave in the garden
some crap is eating your dead body
then it was raining, there was a rainstorm
that threw some rays to the garden
where i later buried your dead body
i heard a cry from heaven
a cry for what all of us mortals
will die at the right moment
and that was your right moment
so you weren’t like daddy
and that’s why you’re so ecstatic
in a cold grave in the garden
some crap is eating your dead body
and then you’ll know you’re not my daddy
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Ellen Gender Spain
Ellen Gender nació en la selva asturiana. Hija de padre minero y madre turista. Nieta de aldeana, sobrina de opositora y hermana de sanadores. Siempre supo que quería dedicarse a la paleontología pero desde pequeña aprendió que no todo lo que se desea se cumple. ... more
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