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San Antonio
05:26
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Forgotten little things
left in who knows which corner
hidden and difficult to silently search for.
But I cannot give them up
and jokingly my days are running out.
Things to move
or secrets to cover-up
sometimes you gotta
let things slide.
But I cannot give them up
and jokingly my days are running out.
San Antonio with white beard
Help me find my lost things
I beg you … I beg you
And I shall be forever grateful
Fancy clothes
high-heeled black shoes
leather snake skin belts
and an old golden neck lace
But I cannot give them up……
IF MY IMPATIENCE OVERFLOWS.
I WILL TRY TO RAISE MY EYES TO HEAVEN
THEY WILL NOT BE BLINDED, THEY WILL BE ENLIGHTENED.
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2. |
In The Morning
05:40
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In the morning the birds are singing
songs in poor taste for the broken hearted
nothing to do with carrying a tune
just small hateful birdsongs.
In the morning, I’m not ready yeah … la la la la la … la la la la la
In the morning people go their way
Someone won’t return.
Someone will find love
but surely a love full of loathing.
In the morning, I stand strong yeah … la la la la la … la la la la la
In the morning i’m sharpening my nails
I’m looking for my treasure chest
Someone will open it
like a holy book opened with care
In the morning, I’m right yeah … la la la la la
In the morning, i’m right yeah … la la la la la
SOMEONE TO FIND … SOMEONE TO READ
MAGIC PAGES AND USELESS STORIES
STORIES OF A LOST TIME … SOUGHT AND NEVER FOUND
INTO THE ILLUSION … TO BE ALIVE … TO BE ALIVE … TO BE ALIVE …
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3. |
Nina
06:00
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It’s dawn,
I’m just crawling around
Feeling the emptiness near my bed.
It’s dawn,
A weight on my chest
Feeling the empty space inside myself.
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I don’t know where you were
I don’t know where you stand
With your long and embarrassing coat.
It’s dawn
And i’d like to know whether you left
Or where ends the lawn.
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A SHOT !
She just turned around
Leaving my life not leaving my dreams.
A SHOT !
Out in the sand nearby the road
It’s just the wrong door, door, door.
Breathing, breathing, breathing,
Trying not to drink it all
The perfect wave.
Dreaming, dreaming, dreaming,
Through the red sand
How far is the perfect wave?
It’s dawn,
I’m just crawling around
Feeling the emptiness near my bed.
It’s dawn,
A weight on my chest
Feeling the empty space inside myself.
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I don’t know where you were
I don’t know where you stand
With your long and embarrassing coat.
It’s dawn
And i’d like to know whether you left
Or where ends the lawn.
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A SHOT !
She just turned around
Leaving my life not leaving my dreams.
A SHOT !
Out in the sand nearby the road
It’s just the wrong door, door, door.
Breathing, breathing, breathing,
Will I be able
To catch the perfect wave?
Breathing, breathing, breathing,
Just to understand how far away
The perfect wave is?
A SHOT !
She just turned around
Leaving my life not leaving my dreams.
A SHOT !
Out in the sand nearby the road
It’s just the wrong door, door, door.
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4. |
Fire Eating Woman
03:53
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On that swan neck white pearls shine
and golden cream glimmers on her skin.
While a laughing dwarf proclaims “the wondrous lady”
An old drummer kicks off the show.
A acrid perfume dances through the tangled collars.
The ice trembles in the chalice but the glass is thin.
She shows her teeth and grins…oohh It’s havoc.
She drinks your desires. She pisses your hidden fears.
Here it is! Here she is Fire eating woman … Here it is. Here it is…
Here it is! Here she is Fire eating woman … Here it is. It has started !!!
The dwarf knows, and keeps on his laughing
the flames are raging dazzling moments of terror.
Mute hypnotism and Tiny shrieks.
Lips burn and spit fire.
A rose burns beneath her feet,
a woman cries beneath her slim feet.
But is everything perfect in this beautiful confusion?
No, everything is too much that the pressure crushes. hypnotism chokes.
And she shows her teeth and grins…oohh It’s havoc.
She drinks your desires and after pisses your hidden fears.
Never again! Never again Fire eating woman! Never again…never again.
Never again! Never again Fire eating woman! Never never again.
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5. |
Feet
06:13
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I was about to write you
A blossom in the sun
I was about to expire like a pen line on your hands. But what about your feet?
A fish is on the radio
A suffering is gonna come
You look at me, just breathe
You're gonna take my part. But what about your feet?
The sunlight waving lightness, go and get
The yellow mellow illness, oh God
A lust dream of your feet, oh yeah, oh yeah
A dress suprematist
The dream of otto dix
A Jaguar in a cage and a beatle on his way, bends upon a hill
The sunlight waving lightness, go and get
The yellow mellow illness, oh God
A lust dream of your feet, oh yeah, oh yeah
Fin:
And Roll another
Rain all over loving you
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6. |
Afa
03:42
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I am waiting for my pusher
I'm just laying down and low
In this fuckin day I won't lie
Hope it's not the day I'll finally lay
You just give me nothing but saying you love me
And I cannot hear words like love
There used to be a pizza and beer for breakfast
It wasn't expected to end so fast
And I'm waiting for my pusher
Am I waiting for my lie?
My furry beautiful lie?
Close my eyes hope it will not dry me
Drying my tong or drying my soul?
This fuckin day will not end me
There's a rope down on my feet
I'll burn it without your useless promises
And I'm waiting for my pusher
Am I waiting for my lie?
My furry beautiful lie?
And I'm waiting for my pusher
And I'm waiting for my lie
Will I wait for my whole life?
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7. |
One Eye
04:14
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They told me, maybe
one day you’ll be left with one eye.
I think that’s really bad news
but it could be interesting.
I walk with a closed eye,
trying not to stumble around,
or bumping into street lamps.
A lack of perspective flattens thoughts.
Everything will be flat,
will be completely, insensitive, but
maybe it could be nice to feel nothing
and not feel distracted
by the depth of things.
Everything will be flat,
it will be so, really emotionless,
it could be nice to not remain
enchanted by your eyes,
ohh, one eye
your eyes
one eye
your eyes.
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8. |
Talking
04:40
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I grope for hush, but I ’m frozen.
The black bra trembles and the buttons seem to break out … (seem to break out)
With whom do I have the pleasure of speaking?
Ohhu no, he was only the king of my heart … (king of my heart)
I try to find a place for phrases and thoughts,
but the bubbles in my mind tickle and gurgle.
In a whisper without air the voice trembles,
and it isn’t a piece of cake at all.
I’ll run away in my patent leather shoes.
Those are my long sprinting legs,
well, well, well I’ve got to make sure
I’ve got the right tights … I’ve got the right tights … ahhhh, and I’ve got the right words …
Salty beads of sweat, small beads of sweat
slowly fall down on my high forehead … ( my high forehead)
if I stop now, I must only explain
if I stop tomorrow, I will beg forgiveness … ( forgiveness)
Cannibal words and, we must be careful.
Too many useless chats, take off the sharp words.
Get to the point, don’t beat about the bush,
but it isn’t a piece of cake at all.
I’ll run away in my patent leather shoes.
Those are my long sprinting legs,
well, well, well I’ve got to make sure
I’ve got the right tights … I’ve got the right tights … ahhhh, and I’ve got the right words …
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9. |
Bastards
07:00
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Bastards never get sick
They never dance alone
They'll leave a mark in history
I will leave just a scar, eventually
But I'm not persuaded
I'm standing on the right side
This time, this time
I've a brand new server's haircut
I steal cherry pies, from windows
I'll deserve a better, much better life, I hope
Bastards do not wait for
False promises, rewards
And after all, it will be better
Angels and eternal flames
But I'm not persuaded
I'm standing on the right side
This time
I've a brand new server's haircut
I steal cherry pies, from windows
I'll deserve a better, much better life, I hope
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10. |
BONUS TRACK - Too Tired
03:04
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Too Tired
walk everyday without being too tired
No destination, I don’t care
Not today.
I eat and chew slower than yesterday
hands in my pockets and my head is swingin’ singin I don’t know
Just for today, I stare at the pink cherry trees (and I count)
three broken branches , just for today, for today.
It’s goin' to rain in a while
Because the cold wind just froze my hair …
It’s goin' to rain in a while
Because the cold wind just froze my sunrise
I breathe this white air
I’m not thirsty, I’m just sleepy
My static hands. They’re already sleeping
And time makes a noise ticking on my skin
My veins are blue.
My nails are red, and my toenails too
It’s goin' to rain in a while
because the cold wind just froze my hair
It’s goin' to rain in a while
Because the cold wind runs under my t-shirt
It’s goin' to rain in a while
It’s goin' to rain in a while
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SANDCAKE Bergamo, Italy
The solitude of the musical thoughts developed by a band that combines very different inspirations to create a mix that goes
from lysergic-deserted atmospheres to more compulsive rock strands.
A unique mixture in the landscape able to be crossed by any kind of influence without losing its peculiarity and originality.
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