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I trudge like a slut through Hollywood boulevard,
No sign of famous, baby
the most similar between flashes
is faLSE Marilyn breast maybe
while compare / my foot / to Dean Martin trace
In my view impersonators have the same essence
as the notorius shadows on the screen
The girl says “first the money if you want, the picture later”
empty stars & t-shirts scientology & Capital records
aims high to the sky / between souvenirs / & show girls
You can veto me as often as you wish
Neil Daimonds get in your building, but who was the king?
Who was swept by the wave of revolution?
Black birds fly high in the sky
Black birds nest... on the roof
a half-ruined mansion, all that remains of your temple now
I cannot believe in my heart
I´ve never believe I would live to see
the fall of the house of the rising sun
I speak from my heart
what a surprise
high in the sky Black birds fly
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2. |
THE GOOD SAMARITAN
03:20
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NOBODY WOULD LISTEN A TREE IN THE FOREST
Sometimes I take the law into my hands
as a dutiful son of the Lord
I shot a man in Reno
I know I shot a man in Reno
just to watch Cash cry
But God did not judged me hard
my soul shine when deep fire burns
I don´t need your mercy, nobody needs it, oh, my lord
I only really needs what my dealer hides in the bag
As a child made a wish but he never retorted
That is how I stopped listening his voice
So many years have passed
so lonely I haved passed
I now accept, he maybe responsed
But God did not judged me hard
even I can really feel the void
NOBODY WOULD LISTEN A TREE IN THE FOREST
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SWEETCIDE I
02:08
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It´s said that we are heirs of ancient star´s outburst and ashes
but I am made of road dust
I never should´nt go, now I Know
I´m just the eternal alien, oh my love
so baby
our seed came from outer space but all I desire is so mundane
but you, oh my god, are full of stars!
lost in time, like replicant tears
C-eyes babe, don´t wait more for me
C-eyes glitter in the swinger gates
thousand light years away from home
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RED LINES
03:09
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Red lines, red lines; What do you expect to find in the palm of my hand?
Red lines, red lines; I knew I shouldn´t cross but I retraced my tracks
old gipsy woman spits out her scorn & ask me why
I return to the land where all my old friends finally died?
I did not Know it / Ooohh spirituous tears / I did not
Red lines, red lines...
I leave a tip & a question to the drawn waitress
Where does she live now, the first ONE I loved?
The waitress looks at me
for the longest moment
before she starts to laugh
“Can´t you recognize? Can´t you really, my love?
Try to bring to mind, How can you be so blind?”, Red lines
I did not Know it / Oooh spirituous tears / I did not
You are not her,
She KEEPS shining & beauty in my mind
You are not her,
but this should not be a problem now
Where will you sleep tonight?
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PILLOW TALK
03:32
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You say you have something for me and I want it
always with this fucking same old tune, now I really want it
You say there is no book you can not capture in a song but you have lost your voice
You say you´ll never have fear on my side but the ringing of your ices betrays yourself
There is no rush, bed linens burn,
Ooh my sweet lover, no abstraction between us
You say once you had a drink with the devil & ever since all things look good
You say we are going to rob the bank & we´ll live hidden in motels next year, oh yeah
Don´t keep repeating, try to relax
I trust you, on the edge but I TRUST YOU my man
There is no rush, bed linens burn,
Ooh my sweet lover, Why do you bleed so much?
I love to hum while you bleed into the floor
Make me shake, only say, say that you need me
come on man, I will pray, make me believer
I have nothing to do with the girls
dancing alone in the dance floor in the pub
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OLD BLOODY TIMES LULLABY
04:34
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A long time now, there were heroes in this town,
their sound grew up like a dust storm,
The old people can talk you about…
A long time now I was attempt to catch
their spirit into my chest
Those were other times…
Now life is rough like the desert skin,
But that kind of things are what tan the old man soul
That´s what I talks me in the dawn…
While I recall treason, While I recall treason
Simply cowards like I
at the end we only know how to pray
“tacky posh suit airs & graces
Do you really need all this shit?
Bright trails spot the sky
God curse all them”
“glossy tight suit airs & graces
Iron man is only a vain can
ozon´s smell & fear
oh, man, fuck you all”
While I recall treason, While I recall treason
Simply cowards like I
at the end they never forget how to pray
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7. |
CRISIS!!
03:21
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Since the Crash of Twenty Nine
I haven´t danced a catchy good song.
Seventies, that was no bad
Petrolium gave a swampy touch.
But now, Are you kidding me?
What a crisis!!
Stop fucking around!!
I´m gonna teach you how is a
CRISIS!!
Roaring Twenties! bankers through the Windows…
Shareholders jumped out of the buildings
Where is the activity now?
I can´t see your legs move!!
CRISIS
You only can sink or swin with the Crisis
You only can fall or dance, Crisis
You only can sink or swin with the Crisis
I can hear your voices grumble /
But I cant see your foots boogie with the Crisis
What was I saying?
I need a Break now
My mind wanders,
Ah ha, now I get it!!
Bankers & Shareholders shake it in a free fall, baby
Following the b-b-b-beat-beat-beat of
A little Crisis but what a big Crash.
Come on, little baby, take the crisis & shake it.
Following the b-b-b-beat-beat-beat of
Crisis…
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DON´T WE LOVE THE ROSES?
03:01
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“So aren´t we gentlemen?” he says while he tries to sit up
“Don´t we love the roses?” he claims & cleans vomiting on the chest
Turn children into vacuum reflections & good wifes into dry witchs
But when we have a toast together we become warm pure humans again.
Don´t we love the roses?
“a toast to liberty” he says before sniffing some dust
shaft common life, hate middle-class, fuck mediocrity & democrats
drink your guilt away, my principles only a glass
fight for your virility, dip your seed into the Seas
Don´t we love the roses?
Having a drink, step on the Fuzz, babe
Men only play guitar riffs in Open E
gentlemen like us always have time for fun
Bring me roses & forgiveness,
to my grave, oh my wife
Bring me roses & forgiveness
oh my children, I´m so blind
Bring me roses, roses & forgiveness,
oh my sweethearts, the ground is warn
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TOO CYNICAL TO LOVE
03:29
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Every minute there are more & more rail stations... between us
weirdly as distance increases, so does the weight of your Love; must be love
dont call it guilt bloody viper;
must be love, dont dare you call it guilt again
if it grows wet & gloomy then only can... be your Love
In spite of I believed that my heart was raised in a arid desert
treacherous like a wounded animal
I believed that it was too cynical to Love again
Cry cry cry me a river cos this corpse still alive
as it indicates this cough, sweat, mucus blood & tears
Tears tears tears like you´ve never seen before cos
you´ve never never seen a male cry,
a male cry as me hidden in... your room
In spite of I believed that my heart was raised in a arid desert
ungrateful like a wounded animal
I believed that it was too cynical to Love again
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10. |
TERMINAL BEACH
03:12
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Oh, little girl / the seas are turning red
& last man screams / K-k-kneeling in the sand...
Octopus was the best / but you missed it
Voodo Elvis bit you / in your arm and it hurts
It´s the nuclear dusk & I hate to see you go
Terminal Beach is now your home
Oh, little girl, the flux capacitor fluxing no more
goodness gracius give us great balls of fire
I´m leaving but you will never be alone
Buddy Holly takes Las Vegas / with his samurai sword
Oh little girl, Do the crane to the Death
Terminal Beach is now your home
Lady Liberty made a strip for us
in the end everybody must die
“Come on little girl, do the crane to the Death”
A Toast to World´s destruction.
I only want to know that you are safe
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PEOR
04:01
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Soy peor, mucho peor, que cuando tenía 20 malditos años
y lo peor lo peor es que me está gustando.
Soy peor... peor persona, peor amigo, peor amante
y aún me quedan 20 años para superarme.
He cometido muchos errores y me he librado de tantos golpes
esto tenía que reventar por alguna parte
Mmmm mama, mmmm papa
coseche justo justo coseché
lo que sembrasteis.
Peor, peor que cuando tenía malditos 20 años
y no sabéis cuánto cuánto he sacrificado
ahora que tengo mucha mucha menos vida qué retos qué me depara esta vida…
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12. |
SWEETCIDE II
03:11
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Drown you baby drown
in a sea of arms
Run Run Baby Run
if I start to cry
in the comfort of strangers I finally saw the light
all the weekend I wonder if you will return
so baby
Rock me baby rock
dawn lights on the truth
Cry Cry baby Cry
a salty flavour in your tongue
What a load of skin!
At the height of our Glory, wormholes to the past
Since you don´t come back club feels so sad.
so baby
in the comfort of strangers you finally saw the light
At the height of our Glory, wormHoles to the past
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Sweethearts From America Seville, Spain
Frank I. Cowbell (Paco Campano), Oscar Collado (Diastech, Salieri) Valentín García (Diastech, Tannhäuser) y Selu Baños (Miraflores) intentan encaminar a las juventudes sónicas hacia el buen camino, un lugar en la arenosa frontera donde se encuentran Roy Orbison y los Cramps, algo de surf mal entendido, terribles coros a lo Bad Seeds y trémolos polvorientos… A eso suenan Sweethearts from America. ... more
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