1. |
Rush
03:19
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RUSH
Hung on the clothes line,
let out to dry,
you’ll find a manual
that reminds
I won’t be saved
by architecture,
acupuncture
or counterculture.
I can’t rely
on being restructured.
Foreign armies
in my brain,
they still prevail.
(You know that)
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon
set me on fire.
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon,
They will set on me on fire.
Silent in the dark,
guerrilla nights,
I plan my tactics
to survive
and try to stop
this devastation,
perturbation,
old tribulations,
this toxic lack of motivation
pulling down the
Trojan Horse
that I brought home.
(You know that)
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon
set me on fire.
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon,
they will set on me on fire.
What if I show a white flag?
It can’t be harder.
What if lay down and just
let myself
drift by and
wait for them
to shoot me down,
break my legs
and my arms,
twist down my neck,
burn my fields and my mind?
(You know that)
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon
set me on fire.
Russia and Libanon
Russia and Libanon,
they will set on me on fire...
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2. |
Great excuses
03:25
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GREAT EXCUSES
When you come back after crossing
seven seas and lands,
when you show up half destroyed
and lonely,
I’ll be gone.
We both know
I won’t be waiting.
I’ll be gone.
We both know
I won’t be waiting.
Even if you bring a treasure
from the golden town,
even if you jump across
ten fires I’ll be gone.
We both know
I won’t be waiting.
I’ll be gone.
We both know
I won’t be waiting.
And you can give all those great excuses.
And you can spit all your favourite lies.
Gripping holes bent out my palace.
Evenings brought me down.
Years went by
and I wrote letters that said
I’ll be gone.
We both know
I won’t be waiting.
I’ll be gone.
We both know
I will be leaving
to a place,
to a place at the top of a high
endless mountain,
or perhaps
to the faraway cold frozen heart
of a glacier.
And you can give all those great excuses.
And you can spit all your favourite lies:
that you were heading home,
that you can’t figure out what might be wrong…
But, little sweetie,
I will be gone.
So don’t try,
so don’t try to find out where I am.
You are unable
Never try,
to discover the place where I am.
I’ll be leaving
to a place,
to a place at the top of a high
endless mountain,
or perhaps
to the faraway cold frozen heart
of a glacier...
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3. |
Hablemos del milenarismo
04:18
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HABLEMOS DEL MILENARISMO
Algo es innegable:
el milenarismo va a llegar.
Es inevitable
el apocalipsis ya.
Y aunque no quieras
creer
que va a pasarnos
esta vez,
tú sabes que
me vas a odiar,
que diré mentiras,
me harás llorar,
vendrán silencios,
nadie reirá,
así cada día.
Escucha a Nostradamus,
todos los profetas te dirán
cada ciertos años
llega la fatalidad.
Y aunque neguemos
la verdad
es que sabemos
que al final
me gritarás,
te insultaré,
darás mil portazos,
me marcharé,
no quedará nada
que salvar,
sólo cenizas.
Pero ahora da igual.
Pero ahora da igual.
No quiero pensar.
Pero ahora da igual.
Pero ahora da igual.
Da igual.
Da igual.
Da igual.
Ahora da igual.
Da igual.
Da igual.
Ahora da igual.
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4. |
Not happening
03:55
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NOT HAPPENING
I don’t give a fuck
if you miss my fingers on your chest.
I couldn’t care less
if sleeping is hard without me there.
And if you thought
this time
will be like the rest,
it’s not happening
it’s not happening
it’s not happening again.
And if you thought I’ll come
crawling like a snake,
it’s not happening
it’s not happening
it’s not happening again.
I don’t give a damn
if you crash your car into a train.
Don’t expect me to cry (I won’t cry),
I’ll buy something cute or dye my hair.
And if you thought
this time
will be like the rest,
it’s not happening
it’s not happening
it’s not happening again.
And if you thought I’ll come
crawling like a snake,
It’s not happening
It’s not happening
it’s not happening again.
No matter how hard
you may try.
(Warmer summer nights are yet to come.
No matter how well
You may lie
(Warmer summer nights are yet to come.
So just turn around,
go fuck someone else.
That girl over there.
Your ex, my best friend.
And if you thought
this time
it’s not happening
it’s not happening
it’s not happening again.
And if you thought I’ll come
crawling like a snake,
It’s not happening
It’s not happening
it’s not happening again.
And if you thought this time
will be like the rest
I’d be rather dead...
It’s so cool now that you’re not around)
It’s so cool now that you’re not around)
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5. |
Waste your time
03:52
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WASTE YOUR TIME
Who would have thought
that the rage inside your throat
will revoke your perfect plans,
will now lead me to your door,
to take off and fold your clothes,
to pretend this won’t go wrong.
The walls fall,
although the walls fall,
or the fear might
tie your hands up,
our clock will ring in time.
We’ve got nothing to decide.
Waste your time.
I’ll do nothing but
waste your time.
I’ll be coming to
waste your time.
Disappointments
will chase you and
you’ll regret
what you left behind.
You will think that
it can’t be right.
You won’t help to ask:
where’s the fun
that you waited for?
Back to the hall
where the promises are lost,
we may dance and paint your face,
we may play this wicked game
to destroy the good in us,
to make sure this falls apart.
Waste your time.
I’ll do nothing but
waste your time.
I’ll be coming to
waste your time.
Disappointments
will chase you and
you’ll regret
what you left behind.
You will think that
it can’t be right.
You won’t help to ask:
where’s the fun
All my silence
will waste your time.
My dark feelings
will waste your time.
All this madness
will waste your time.
Seven armies
will waste your time.
My denials
will waste your time.
Empty words will now
waste your time.
Broken flowers
will waste your time.
Expectations
will waste your time.
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The Marriage Cádiz, Spain
The Marriage son una nueva banda indie de Cádiz. En su E.P. de debut "Speak now or forever hold your peace", grabado este verano a caballo entre los estudios AUDIORAMA y LA FACTORIA, nos ofrecen cuatro temas de gran sonido y frescura en los que dan buena muestra de sus intenciones y se erigen como una de las novedades más interesantes y prometedoras de la escena indie. ... more
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