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Desiertos de Sal
03:22
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Mundos mudos que miran al mar,
que miran al mar,
Paredes y grietas, desiertos de sal
desiertos de sal,
hablaran...
hablaran...
Dejame caer, dejame caer,
escucha tu cuerpo volátil se esfumara
Dejame caer, dejame caer,
despierta que el resto del mundo vuelve a girar.
Y en las tinieblas bailara,
y nadie te recordara.
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Passing Train
03:42
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Lost my mind in a darkness of a dream,
outside my window, I can hear the birds they scream,
can you see the fury in my eye,
solitude is my only price.
The Passing Train crashes through my mind,
disturbed a peace I try so hard to find,
The city air fills my heart with dread,
too many noises running through my head.
The soul is pain, pain to really feel,
but you fear, fear what you can ́t see,
what you can ́t see, see that might heart you,
You look away, always looking the other way.
The Passing Train crashes through my mind,
disturbed a peace I try so hard to find,
The city air fills my heart with dread,
too many noises running through my head.
Lost my mind in a darkness of a dream,
outside my window, I can hear the birds they scream,
can you see the fury in my eye,
solitude is my only price.
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Plesure
02:21
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Take it away they don´t know what they mean,
are they goodless again self-policed in their sleep,
only to know where to bury the dead,
while they all waste away living in misery.
Pleasure and pleasure is all that one seeks,
until the blood is poisoned and weak.
Swarnie Christ, now you talk in your sleep,
whit those eyes full of hate, where the blossom is cold,
on the last bike stolen by the poor of the earth,
where the tongue meets its mark, now it's time to ignore.
Deception identity root in the sea,
until the blood is poisoned and weak.
Pleasure and Pleasure is all that they seek,
in a heartbroken world that is poison and week,
with the lavish flesh and their carcass of greed,
and a poisonous touch seeking pleasure in me.
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Happiness
02:47
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Looked in the mirror got bleeding eyes,
got a glass in my hand and a hole in my mind,
clocks keep turning but don't care,
feeling good today, feeling good to be here again.
Happiness has a price exploitation and greed,
but I don't wanna fund the suffering,
exploitation has a price, slavery and greed,
I want freedom and equality.
Nobody knows where I have been,
but they don ́t really care,
I ́ve seen things you don´t wanna see,
I ́ve heart things you don ́t wanna hear.
Happiness has a price exploitation and greed,
but I don't wanna fund the suffering,
exploitation has a price, slavery and greed,
I want freedom and equality.
Put in doubt your conventions,
Think what should be done,
for an institutional culture, I don´t wanna pay.
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Wrong Way Home
05:56
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I went the wrong way home again,
my shadow follows me everywhere I go,
trying to find a place in between the line,
so many faces but I can see their eyes,
thought I heard some call my name,
can ́t see the ghost but I know it's watching me,
the blackbird is my only friend,
turn around and all I see is me,
turn around and all I see is me.
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Small record label born in the south of Spain in 2012, recording in the most diverse spaces from garages or recording studios to mud huts or a shipping container. Searching for a diversity of sonic texture that escapes the common ear in an eternal quest for originality that in some cases can compromise the quality of our work but never our bad intentions towards the modern state of affair. ... more
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