1. |
Becomer
04:45
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These days,
This empty box,
Nothing inside
To soften the crashed pride.
Failed becomer,
get out of the blade,
blend yourself in
like plastic made
Molten words to call you slave,
Bow your head….and just behave!
And you, boy,
Just taste the air,
the wounded hand
has gotten for you.
The white lie is drawing the line
The outcomer jumps from side to side.
Talk to yourself and tell the truth.
Then, this conversation is over.
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2. |
Solo yo
04:19
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Solo yo,
Muy bien,
No voy a perdonar.
No fui yo,
Ni yo
Quien por momentos dudó.
Siempre he estado ahí
Siempre para ti.
Siempre he estado ahí
Siempre para ti.
Resignarme... tal vez...,
darme cuenta de que,
Nunca voy a tener,
Nada de ti.
No vas a ceder,
Quizás crees que estoy,
Con miedo y sin valor,
Ése no soy yo.
---
Respirar otra vez,
Darme cuenta de que,
Nunca vas a entender,
Nada de mí.
No es por ti, esto soy yo.
Suficiente,
Para mí.
Nada, nada, nada, nada, nada.
Solo yo,
Muy bien,
No voy a perdonar.
No fui yo,
Ni yo
Quien por momentos dudó.
Siempre he estado ahí
Siempre para ti
Siempre he estado ahí
Siempre para ti
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3. |
Roots
03:51
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I´ve been inside your mountain
your mountain of salt
i´ve seen with my eyes the roots of your sour heart
(You are) drilling, drilling, drilling the walls
Creeping, creeping creeping up on
I´ve listen to your reasons but the words are spears in my bones
I´ve listen to your reasons but the words are spears in my bones
(You´re) Defending your mountain
your mountain of salt
against every root that grow up in your own heart
fighting, fighting, fighting for
nothing, nothing, nothing at all...
I´ve listen to your reasons but the words are spears in my bones
I´ve listen to your reasons but the words are spears in my bones
I´ve listen to your reasons but the words are spears in my bones
I´ve listen to your reasons but Britney Spears in my bones
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4. |
Indolencia
03:15
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La indolencia repta y atraviesa cáscaras de
huevo de avestruzpies descalzos quebostezanmúsculos
de cristal marchitocoloramargo que dobla
ramaserguidasen
contra desuvoluntadesalabarsetas
lloronaslíquidosestáticostablasgrasientasybriznasafinadas...
Corpulenta...
...Delicadeza
Escarcha...
...de nuevo
La... ...indolencia...
...Repta
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5. |
Confort sureño
03:19
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I I, I always knew
You lack everything
Will be always behind
Your hopes are simply trash.
Me, my, myself & I
I am I was I will
The one you would envy
It´s fair, it´s fair to say:
Myself deserves my love.
Can be what I want to be
It´s my turn to tell you dude
Step on the ground beneath your feet.
You are just one in the middle
In this time and in this dirt.
Me, my, myself & I
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7. |
Hard steel rain
03:17
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From a distance the man has come again
looks insane with an inner pain.
It´s obvious as he speaks
He has no tricks.
Broken rules, fallen myths,
I get it.
His truth beat us
like hard steel rain,
Dear sister we never understood,
“Not to ever judge
or think [man]
Not to assure
you are really free.”
The man is in me,
And now I know.
The man is me,
But I am the blindness too.
Death strikes again,
Fluttering,
Rustling,
And I whisper
“You can´t take
What doesn`t belong to you,
The body is yours
But the soul is mine”,
The last breath of a man
means the first breath of a boy,
growing means no shelter
as the boy is getting older.
The man is in me,
And now I know.
The man is me,
But I am the blindness too.
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8. |
Liebres
03:51
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9. |
Amareta
04:34
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La piel, oscura, seca y agrietada
Queriendo despegarse de los huesos
Los ojos tan brillantes e infantiles
Buscando una señal que se extravió.
No, no hay evolución
No, si no estás tú.
La nube de tormenta en el cerebro
Amenaza severa e insistente,
Y el deseo, atado con alambres,
Desfalleciendo en cada tic del segundero
No, no hay evolución.
La risa, del final de algún encuentro
Rehuye del sudor plastificado
Un día, una palabra, una frase,
Y ya solo querrás masticar piedras
No, no hay revolución,
Solo estás tú
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10. |
Galgos
04:49
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Inspirar,
Espirar,
Este olor,
Este hedor.
El sabor a codicia,
alfiler que acaricia
La humilde súplica del necio,
Y desarma el valor de un fútil sueño.
Inspirar,
Espirar,
Este olor,
Este hedor.
Alma húmeda y orgánica
caduca y se marchita,
Incapaz de cerrar una herida
o alimentar viejas semillas.
Con solo una voz, con más de una,
Seguiré terco y luchador.
Quizás no seré el más fuerte,
Pero algo que es mío…
Yo soy el galgo
Auuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
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