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Soma (You)
04:10
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La idea de un color
Veo al hombre sentado
Débil vibrar de un motor
La idea de tu voz se hace clara
Mi mente a fuego lento
Facetas de alguien atrapado
No sé si soy yo
La idea de tu voz se hace clara
Mi vida me pesa
Él me invita a llorar
La idea de un dios
La idea de tu voz se hace clara
Él sigue ahí sentado
Lentes claros en luz tenue
Sólo veo un color
La idea de tu voz se hace clara
Sacalo de una vez
No puedo bancarme a esta persona dentro de mí
Glitch en el replay
Una máscara es el veredicto
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2. |
Aris
05:51
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When the wind says you don't belong there
There's naught to do
Your body will fall to the floor
Electrified
Yellow sky, black stones in your pocket
A constant idea of being lost
Vague notion of a handshake
Green couch and the light is dim
Analyzed by a cold grin
The king of the crowds has arrived
And is waiting for you
Wooden walls and you feel bliss
Ignorance is bliss
But you press your head against the window
You know it's still inside
Three faces from the same source
Fear, anger...
Gorgeous
Splendid thoughts in a notebook
Doubts in your molten mind
Dreads of a modern man
Remember you'll die
Beautiful spirits that dance in the room
And you feel, you still feel that you have
Someone else messing with your
Precious mind, you reply
You don't know that guy
Though the flames that he spits
Burn and hurt, and you can't deny
That fire, that pressure
That dense air filling up your brain
Is it me?
Could it be?
You know it's still inside
Three faces from the same source
Fear, anger...
Gorgeous
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3. |
Windy Spring Day
06:35
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I fell asleep
Again on your lap
But it never felt this warm
It never felt this real
We are alone, the orange sky shows
The train station
The nest of our dreams
It's now gone
Scams and sellouts seem to fume away
With the steam
And here you are
The only person I truly trust
The tears of my purple past
Dissolve in the sky like a mere weak cloud
In this windy spring day
Emotions and hope over the meadow
Where nothing matters and people seeks for
Things in common instead of differences
Girl, your smile gives light to an entire city in my heart
Like a heat pulse
Who cares if there aren't white houses
Waiting for us in the clouds?
Is this the perfect state of mind?
And the tears of my purple past
Now dissolved in the sky like a mere weak cloud
In this windy spring day
Emotions and hope over the meadow
The breeze greets our bodies in this afternoon
And we both look great, facing the nameless sun
In this place made of bricks and sweat
Where nothing matters and people seeks for
Things in common instead of differences
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4. |
El pasar de las horas
04:21
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Una dama de oro
Y de nuevo recuerdo
La agria primavera
El gesto
Que auspicia la respuesta
Una senda de madera
Y en el borde
El cielo se refleja
Cielo rosa, mar turquesa
Una espesa tormenta
Huesos colgados,
Una tropa marcha hacia el corazón
Apuntando a los inocentes
Cuélguenme
Mil historias en el viento
Las moscas se hacen arena
Mi juicio es preciso
Tu mirada, preciosa
Las aves se perfilan
Bajo lienzos amarillos
Rayos saturados
Luna roja entre la obsidiana
Huesos soldados,
Una tropa marcha hacia el corazón
Apuntando a los inocentes
Cuélguenme
Cuélguenme
Conságrenme nuevo hombre
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5. |
Ode To The Clan
04:12
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Where is he now?
I feel like a child
My memories of you
In the warmest place of my heart
It’s hard to say goodbye
I dunno if it’s selfish to miss you this much
My brother with paws
Did you begin a new life?
I know, eternal we are not
But how I wish, oh I wish, to have you a little more
By my side...
This is my ode to the Siberian Clan
Brown, blue and pure white
The eighth member of this precious family
Please remember how all of you made me smile
I know that sometimes sadness drowns my eyes
It can’t be helped, I love you all this much
I hope you’re all OK
Enjoying a well deserved reward
I know, eternal we are not
But how I wish, oh I wish, to have you a little more by my side
Howl my friend, call the pack,
I hope to get a chance to play with all of you in the afterlife
This is my ode to the Siberian Clan
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6. |
Innocent Belief
04:06
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There's nothing I can do
Only keep walking
The distance is like sand
In my eyes
Those great buildings
Now they fall apart
I don't wanna talk
I don't wanna sing
About all my troubles
About all the blue feelings
Keep walking, son
No one knows who you are
It's not a faded glory
It's how this place works
One day you'll get a better job
And believe me, you'll not be sure if you are worth it
It's an innocent belief
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7. |
Gluggaveður
04:47
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It's a peaceful day outside
Gray sky and little drops falling
In a barely lit bedroom
Far away from my home, thinking about
Going back
While the strings replace the birds
And the smooth rain softly hits
The roof
I'm still thinking about you
About all the things that we could do
But we are so far away
The sky needs your love
The streets need your love
My girl
The sky needs your love
The streets need your love
In this rainy day
The room's getting dark
And the mellow street lights wake up
And caress your skin
The sky needs your love
The streets need your love
My girl
The sky needs your love
The streets need your love
In this rainy day
Already night, time to go
The car arrives and the wind
Hits my face
The city full of yellow ribbons
Gently guiding the traffic
In this last weekend day
While the radio replace the birds
And the smooth rain softly hits the car
I'm still thinking about you
About all the things that we could do
But we are so far away
The sky needs your love
The streets need your love
My girl
The sky needs your love
The streets need your love
In this rainy day
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8. |
Blossom
05:01
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Three white roses
Watching the gloom
A lady rises
From the swamp
The gentle touch
Blossoms over the dark sky
You hope for a new daybreak
The clouds are coming too soon
In your eyes, a pair of tears
In your hands, a frigid heart
The night shows no mercy
The rain fades in your mind
Three white roses
Watching the gloom
A lady rises
From the swamp
The gentle touch
Blossoms over the dark sky
You hope for a new daybreak
The clouds are coming too soon
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9. |
Lost Tape #22
06:49
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Rotten lips
Slowly flourishing
A hostile wind
Moments at the hands of fate
Lost friends in the storm
I see their names and I don’t care
Follow me through the desert at night
You’ll see how much I fear the stars
Time is getting fast
My body is getting old
I'm worried
I saw life stopping
On dozens of cousins
Follow me in the smooth rain
That will fall on that morning
Hypnotic sways
Rusty bars
Rays of dust
Floor of sand
The last day fades
Gruesome grasp
Foolish charm
Heartache
Sudden gasp
Light comes from the dusk
Wooden frame
Chimney and a dark room
Thoughts of what we are
I rejected your command
Leave me behind on the sunny days
That will burn away my patience
Hypnotic sways
Rusty bars
Rays of dust
Floor of sand
The last day fades
Gruesome grasp
Foolish charm
Heartache
Sudden gasp
Light comes from the dusk
Here I am
In this summer night
Aware of the lost
And looking at what I’ve won
I noticed pressure
On the back of my head
When I forced a smile
For the millionth time
The last day fades
Light comes from the dusk
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10. |
Plug Me Out
03:48
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I’m not pretty
I’m addictive
I’m not happy
I’m a liar
If I see you again
I’ll bleed you out
She doesn’t seem
Busy enough
You stress too much
Those clothes aren’t large enough
That bum is not tight
Wealth is what you lack
You’ll need to sacrifice
What you love for cash
You wannabe a yuppie
But you’re the clown
I’m an accident
I’m useless
I’m an object
I’m a totem
I don’t want this
I wanna be empty
I need that thing
That person has
She feels poison down her womb
At the border of bursting
Into riot
Or disease
All this childhood
All this rage
Hear the squeals
Become deaf
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No one needs to tell you
About all those times that you refused to eat
Stray cats on the streets
No one needs to tell you
That the skies are gray because of your black suit
It breaks your childhood mask
Time tears apart all of your memories of innocence and joy
That's the distance between You and Me
Dinner taste like shit, people packed like sardines
On a sofa, watching TV
Unplugging became an addiction, the only escape
To this grotesque sitcom, these pigs drinking tea
Using broken bulbs, sticking its feet in golf holes
Playing poker with long sleeves
Time tears apart all of your memories of innocence and joy
That's the distance between You and Me
Let's call it a day
It worries me that you are so far away
Maggots in a soup plate, maggots in a soup plate
Time tears apart all of your memories of innocence and joy
That's the distance between You and Me
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12. |
Sugar (Me)
05:55
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Patricio Lugano Buenos Aires, Argentina
Soy baterista (sesionista), y en el 2013 comencé mi vida como compositor, pasando por varios nombres y distintos formatos.
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