1. |
What it is about
04:19
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Today I would tell you this story
about a thirty woman and her fancy dog
they wake up early in the morning
'cause she has to relocate
It was the day she throw away her past
it was the time to go little fast
Sometimes the faith fools you
or maybe reveals the truth
you'll find a friend or a pest
it is a good reason to do the best
She twigs that many things surround her
were useless and forgotten in the corners
the hot sun warm up the floor
It was the day to feed her new soul
it was the time to crank it up more
Sometimes the faith fools you
or maybe reveals the truth
you'll find a friend or a pest
is a good reason to do the best
No time for a friend or a lover
she felt like a tiger in a cage
she had lightened her life luggage
It was the day her voice began to sing
it was the time to bloom like spring
Sometimes the faith fools you
or maybe reveals the truth
you'll find a friend or a pest
it is a good reason to do the best
Now change the subject in this song
put your name in the middle of the words
you'll see soon it will work
because the faith happiness loves
It was the day she throw away her past
It was the time to go little fast
Sometimes the faith fools you
or maybe reveals the truth
you'll find a friend or a pest
it is a good reason to do the best
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2. |
Silent night
04:35
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A silent night
away from the lights
charmed by the warmth of the stars
a jam of lost souls
aware of the world
stop talking
'cause it's time to howl
Pay no mind to the far metropolis gasp
gaze at the blanket of smoke that hovers on her
Equipment required
your eyes, ears and mouth
your tongue, the arms, legs and fingers
your nose, brain and soul
and nothing to lose
your voice, the smell of your skin
Under the wood crowns we are safe from radio bad waves
and a blanket of stars and moss soil, our bright fair-tale stage
Up here we can sing
in silence between
the cries of the owls in the distance
so seated we may stay
direct ours ears
to what the world wants to tell us
Hidden and submerged in the clouds we can break our chains
we forget our duties and go back to the ancient values
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3. |
Hiss
03:34
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Sing all night long
song after song
flying over the dome
climb into your throne
Sometimes it happens
over the circle pattern
Breathe the new air
no need to blear
maybe is just
a disinterested wish
You hear the voice
like a tiny sweet hiss
It enters one ear
it slips in the other
winds between the synapses
it dissolves in the blood
Everything happens
when you re out of the patterns
In unfamiliar places surrounded
by unknown faces
Smelling new odors
no one to blame or
get away cause it harms you
it’s easy to do
So get the train
don’t waste more time again
I live on this side
but I want see the other
but if I can’t now,
what should I do?
You can travel just sitting
or meet Robin Hood
throw spirited
your soul in a book
If you feel the need to be a singer
take a shower or a bath
It will be a great experience
you will never forget
But now I know
I'm doing it in the wrong way
if you've nothing to sell
there s nothing to say
Before it happens
you were into the pattern
Hope to return in San Petersburg
sink peacefully
We live in an end-
century madness
but the fact remain
we all need the ether
Sometimes it happens
over the circle pattern
so let your mind, in dreams, fall
think nothing at all
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4. |
Mani
05:17
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5. |
6.12.90
05:23
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I was turned
from behind
when the girls
began to cry
I headed myself
to the door
that it opened
inward
And I stayed crushed
I stayed crushed
so the wing of the plane
did not enter my way
I remember
the wall of fire
which destroyed
all my desires
I was standing
near the chair
teacher was speaking
with her flair
And I stayed crushed
I stayed crushed
so the wing of the plane
did not enter my way
Our class was
near the door
and staircases
on first-floor
One that leading
to the welkin
and the other
sink in abyss
And I chose the latter
I chose the latter
that it focused to the gym
with its iron railings
Then we managed
to force them
then we fall slow
on the lawn
We were lying fearful
on the ground
our heads were
full of vacuum
As if I left the body,
As if I left the body
I took note of all
then I fainted.
Daniel is the one
of the lucky ones
who survived
in his class
Sixteen pupils
boys and girls who had
names and faces
thirty-two of legs and arms
Twelve lives mown down
twelve lives mown down
by an army plane in failure
in a military training.
The wounded were ninety
the wounded were ninety
the final judgment dates back
to the year ninety-eight
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