1. |
Cookies And Monsters
03:22
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Climb donw the stairs in the middle of the night,
like falling in a black hole,
hungry and sleepless straight to the fridge,
he can't control the heartbeats.
Who's moving throught the shadows?
Who's breathing few steps near?
Someone's whispering behind.
BUT HE DID'NT RUN AWAY,
HE OVERCAME HIS FEARS,
ANYWHERE HE'LL GOES.
A spooky surprise waits him,
the bedroom turns around,
something's crawling to the ground.
Even under the blankets,
he can feel the evil coming,
creeking and moves are closer.
Movies and books ruined reality!
God bless Poe and Stephen King!
Shining, Goosebumps and The Exorcist are endless nightmares!
Anywhere you'll go!
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High Tide
01:59
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Girls ride longboards to the seaside,
Palms and flags dance with the breeze,
wear fast the wetsuit for another session,
a life spent chasing peaks, choosing places I'd like to live,
waves are calling me for another session.
THE OCEAN SCREAMS MY NAME
SHOWING HIS POWER,
AFTER THE FIRST WAVE
NOTHING REALLY MATTER.
Fly away to find perfect situation,
that wild spirit hidden inside,
the one who comes out with the high tide.
Easier like seeing the sundown.
And while the sun's tired enough,
while water's red and orange,
catch the last one of the day
to be satisfied,
learn to read what sea wrote,
learn to live like the flow,
and sinking on it.
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Lone
03:09
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Solitude has the best of me,
it brings all the clarity I need.
Pondering the actions from today,
while the moonlight paint the wall without control.
Switch off all the lights,
keep long slowly breathes,
focus well mind and try to reach some serenity,
I drink rare infusions,
I drink a lot of wine,
listening to Colin Hay,
there's no way to sleep for me.
WIDE AWAKE,
SEIZE THE DAY ,
TRY TO TURN THIS PAGE.
Thousand questions inside my head,
I’m swimming in deeply sadness,
maybe there’s no peace for me but I can't give up,
I'm tired to be sick,
I realize I can’t waste more time complaining myself,
passions will save me from this limb,
I can’t waste more time lying here,
life’s waiting my next mistake.
I won't swim in this sea of loneliness
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4. |
El Tigre
02:14
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Wake up with a Manges record,
there's no time for inclinations,
music inspires daily answers,
punk rock like a state of mind.
Sunglasses, switch on the stereo,
drive along coast to coast,
turning around the country finding a new band to adore.
HE'S NOT SOMEONE ELSE,
HE'S THAT FRIEND ANYONE HAS,
WITH HIS MIND AMONG THE CLOUDS.
Everybody knows his fame,
true believer and true drinker,
that one who ruins your graduation and throw up at your family dinner.
Pillars of t-shirts he bought,
boxes full of Vans shoes,
He's getting ready for the next week end,
who he's going to listen?
MY BOLIVIAN FRIEND IS DRUNK AGAIN!
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5. |
The Missing Song
02:48
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Nothing will be the same,
everybody changes, everything ends.
Dont think twice, start to live,
forget all the sorrows felt.
Writing a song that speaks about,
what really miss and fades out,
thinking of fails behind victories.
What's done is done anyway,
now it's too late to repair,
true losses, changes and memories.
But we can't, we can't go back, just feeling blue.
NOTHING WILL BE THE SAME,
EVERYBODY CHANGES, EVERYTHING ENDS.
DON'T THINK TWICE, START TO LIVE,
FORGETTING ALL THE SORROWS FELT.
how hard is to carry on and admit
to want again something from the past,
even just one minute to hug someone lost,
one more minute to say what counts.
But we can't, we can't go back, just feeling blue.
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6. |
Old Rails Blues
03:13
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Somehow we grew up,
smiling and laughting
while following our dreams.
Somehow we grew up,
despite all the mistakes,
we did manage to remain friends at the end.
Facing the world without falling apart.
If anything is left to say is
how much I miss those days,so faraway.
How could I forget those nights at the parking lot,
bike ride and that fucking old train's cross,
we lost ourselves in a square meter concrete,
barely able to stand on our feet, while we had all we need.
Like sleeping in my father's car,
washing hair in public parks,
try to be a singer and fail,
play with fire and burning all,
waiting the morning with no goals.
"Sunburnt skins from days spent together reminds me that at least for once i felt alive. Years are passing by leaving nothing but smiles that are fading each day more and more. And i feel so stupid, but so lucky, cause at least for us time stopped. We grew up, but we didn't change.
As i'm staring in the mirror, i'm ready to move on, but i know, i'll never let go on you"
SOMEHOW WE GREW UP
Times are harder and years are passing by,
feels like I'm drowing in memories of yesterday,
Times are harder but
we're still the same,
we'll remain true friends 'till the end.
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Blankets Vicenza, Italy
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