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There are fireworks in front of my house meanwhile I kick out gentles and slacks. Military march covering my desk, celebrating deaths and victories.
So late, too soon.
You’ll die without prices in lottery, ‘cause you bit pencils and chairs in school. A little bit of your codeine in my water. I’ll be dying before your car explode.
And you, standing on the last corner of my neck.
So late, too soon, so too soon.
Your day is back, the book stores are closed and the sun is not even a reason to wake up.
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I look at them with love while I breathe on your shoulder. As true as they need each other, we separate. Through the light I always keep for you. A taste finally asleep. It only means pure life. I swear I won't write about this and we will not disappear again.
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They find two little white balls full of holes. Taxi drivers shut up and cotton arms start to dance on every road. I left those crashed airplanes to escape from two hundred and ten sad passengers. There was no addiction with excuse.
Even a need of bed until half past six: My mouth was only waiting to get into an old people’s house. And I just kept singing about their home. I used to hold their hands. They used to stretch your but they’re long gone. With pieces of dolls and houseplants, you deserve us fighting. We will cut their heads, we will do it for you. So I’ll close the door and word.
Sometimes they burn themselves and they feel happier than ever.
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Back to the river, the river were we met in that empty winter city. Where I recognize the sound of a word. There was no confusion.
And I closed the door of the motel aisle. I walked alone the melted ice, bought a six hundred page book and I wrote “I love you” twice.
Two blocks later, an ancient looked at me right in the eye, made a toast with a tree and yelled from his wheelchair:
"Keep going, get hurt".
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Stay the 25th: Till the end and not yet. She pays the sandwich and he dies suddenly. I keep waiting your conversation about the sun while I’m in bed. It’s hard to remember what happened those few days, but that helps to sleep.
It’s that sound. It’s all about this foot I have in my mouth. Mountains are trembling. This is ready to be eaten and this boat is ours, this south is ours.
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ELEGÍA DE DETROIT
detroit tirita
como un millón de inviernos
como un hospital de yonquis
como un vendaval de pobres
porque detroit se ha quedado
tirado en las calles de detroit
donde no queda un alma
sólo cáscaras humanas
hinchadas por la ventisca
que les azota las entrañas
y les desquicia las ventanas
con un frío de hipoteca
y un aliento de autopsia
detroit busca a detroit
en los contenedores de basura
para tener algo que llevarse
a la boca y encuentra a detroit
en cada fruta podrida
detroit se come las uñas
para matar el hambre
y el hambre mata a detroit
clavándole las suyas en la tripa
detroit se come sus manos
para no ver cómo le tiemblan
por el temporal de nieve y deudas
y la borrachera eterna
en la que detroit muere
infinitas veces y ninguna resucita
detroit tiene todas las muertes
pero no le queda vida
detroit vomita por los rincones
mendigos ateridos alcohólicos
enfermos cadavéricos adictos
chulos violadores asesinos
camellos putas y chaperos
que se le pegan a la piel
y le brotan como el sudor
porque la suciedad de detroit
le sale a detroit de dentro
detroit duerme
bajo los cartones de detroit
bajo los periódicos de detroit
que cerraron hace milenios
después de publicar que detroit
estaba desapareciendo
en un hiroshima silencioso
de divisas y stock options
detroit se está borrando del mapa
como una mancha de humedad
en la pared del capitalismo
una mancha que hay que limpiar
de la camisa
de los domingos unidos de américa
detroit tose la sangre de detroit
en un sudario
porque detroit lleva un chernóbil
en los pulmones lleva una cajetilla
de tumores lleva una pistola
de desahucios lleva una jeringa
de suicidios con la que las madres
de detroit chutan queroseno a sus hijos
que explotan como pozos de gas
con una llamarada azul hielo.
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PRESENTS
You’re heading that beach again, waving forms of decisions. A couple of shoes are locking my door. Any clock works. This promise won't save you, dear. The past looks amazing.
Figure the way I could just get there the way you just said. Having breakfast will not find you well. You named a book and it’s just getting us mad. He died at 50.
The breeze is a blessing.
NATIVE
Back to the river, the river were we met in that empty winter city. Where I recognize the sound of a word. There was no confusion.
And I closed the door of the motel aisle. I walked alone the melted ice, bought a six hundred page book and I wrote “I love you” twice.
Two blocks later, an ancient looked at me right in the eye, made a toast with a tree and yelled from his wheelchair:
"Keep going, get hurt".
SESAME
Cloudy day. You’re still in my room. Your eyes hiding on my window. Liverpool. Your body on the ground. Our feet, still smiling and full of sorrow. Who is going?
Anyday landing back in town. Turbulence. You’re sleeping on my shoulder. Springtime. I’m realizing I still miss you. Fugitives on the road to Denton.
Who is going to teach me now?
There is a lot of places for two seeds of sesame. Is it your day my day?
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We're gonna leave the world. Every ginger. Crooked pot. Apple tree. Nine seconds wondered. Everybody else. Lying around. It's not a perfect voice. It's a spiritual. You're here, you’re here, you’re here.
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She would like to know how many people walk through these ballooned stones. In those images, the water reaches downtown. She’s in a helicopter, watching the buildings crashing against each other.
A massive airplane gets to the beach and the explosion blinds her. In that dream, she gets to the beach and the dream will take her.
She is the one who opens the doors of the banks every morning. That’s her job.
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NATIVE
Back to the river, the river were we met in that empty winter city. Where I recognize the sound of a word. There was no confusion.
And I closed the door of the motel aisle. I walked alone the melted ice, bought a six hundred page book and I wrote “I love you” twice.
Two blocks later, an ancient looked at me right in the eye, made a toast with a tree and yelled from his wheelchair:
"Keep going, get hurt".
1º1ª
Learn about this hand written life: It’s just some kind of violent rain, a way of calling below the thunder. In the meantime, things are going to change on the third part. I meant to sleep half a day.
Who can watch himself on a movie? He does, he needs to touch the pigeons. Its 10:00AM. Now it’s half past ten. This is the shape of the light of the city. Refuse to accept the sound of the heating system.
Is there some smell around? A smell which can change my memories? The pictures of that time? The name of the city?
A mountain with a lake to throw yourself from, nothing easier than a dozen of tones. I remember an old deaf man painting a winter on a table made of wings, food and buildings. We’re going to play domino again and he’s gonna make your hand burn with a spoon.
HOWLED BY
Don’t blame the full moon now. Big changes must succeed. Try not to visit those old bars and if you can’t, please do your best on hanging on your type on a new smile. You’ll be a different person for now on. Please welcome the mystery.
Well, I’ve been purified by kindness. Well, I could also die soon enough. But now… Do I really love your clumsiness? Maybe I will not believe you… I won’t believe you.
And I fell off the stage and I didn’t ask and you became someone else… Like me.
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We gave illusion to our enemies. I insisted about empty glasses of wine. You kept cocks and daisies and war turned into a list without nails and pies. Everybody left the city. That grandfather stood by my side.
Those who were perfect understood. Your delights sold our last whale and all the traffic lights. I became a famous builder. You never abandoned our sofa. We were embraced by destroyers and seatbelts. Telephone was ringing while they robbed every underpant.
Are you violence beneath the gun or
are you just a failed attempt of silence?
It was free to swim along our hair. Even prisoners took acid each day an hour. Fainted kids in the middle of emptiness with their soaked eyes immersed in sweetest dreams. I banned windows and stairs. To ride a horse was your first excuse. They were looking at their own spots. I smelled my sleeves again and again.
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This album was exclusively avalaible for purchase during the 1st of May 2020. Our intention with this compilation was to extend the band's catalogue after 10 years of life and get some much needed extra support from our fanbase during the Covid19 crisis.
It includes 24 tracks, consisting of unreleased songs, live shows, remixes, b-sides, conversations, collaborations, instrumentals, demos… 4 of these are actually hidden tracks!
