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Career Negra
04:34
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i can feel each step
inside the sleepy valley
wrote a sound on a pad
it describes my portrait
and i wonder i was counting
every step
wonder why i was counting one by one
every shadow, one by one,
the shadows skip my tongue
and i know the text
as detested sound
of people like you
thats builds all my country
as i build all my career
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2. |
French Killer
03:30
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i saw your street, the 2nd floor
and i know is time for him to know you
rentless but sure
patience is still at home
when the french killer still waits..
i know you´ll rest,
i guess it´s time now
reminding all the words i found out
when the time has come
you´ll reach the secret, time´s out
and the french killer still waits..
death of the city guides you through
the meaning of girls
that you can choose,
sometimes i need some friend
to let you inside and fall down
i know she´s doing now
and all the boys got a piece of crap
guide me through the 2nd floor
and let me see the french killer
when the french killer is out
i don´t know what´s in my past
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3. |
Velvetech
05:15
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i don´t know why she had to go
she moves in a quiet space
lonely rooms on a crowded place
i know that she´ll make amends
one of this times, out of place
when i wake at the wrong side of bed
and i´ve decided not to wear
all the clothes that you sent me
always it starts, always it´s ending
i´ll be at the backshop of mine
your silent voice
when our time is ending
doped skin and velvet won´t go
the wild things,
she keeps me moving on
it seems like i´m
in the victim´s show,
lonely rooms when i start the day
i know that she´ll make amends
one of this times, out of place
when i wake at the wrong side of bed
and i´ve decided not to wear
all the clothes that you sent me
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4. |
Laws On Board
03:49
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the captain said the more we left
the sea doesn´t mind
once the shipboy, he threw overboard,
is laying beside
And now he´s afraid
of all the captains outside
the boy wants to know
why the captain speaks so loud.
"sorry, sir", i mean "fuck off"
these arguments ,or whatever they are,
convince no one.
the captain says:
"these are the laws on board”
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5. |
Van C
01:49
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days seem strange, Ian Curtis said
till she´s gone, in winter last time
although this city took her home
she expressed herself
in many different ways i don´t know
i´ll go with her
yeah, drive a car so fast
see all the tv stars
she´s got a special weapon
and i can only drive back
to the lonely forest
no language and no sound
where i met her
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6. |
Parasite (Nick Drake)
03:31
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when lifting the mask from from a local clown
feeling down like him
i´m seeing the light in a station bar
And travelling far in sin
sailing downstairs to the northern line
watching the shine of the shoes
and hearing the trial of the people there
who's to care if they lose.
and take a look you may see me on the ground
for I am the parasite of this town.
dancing a jig in a church with chimes
a sign of the times today
hearing no bell from a steeple tall
People all in dismay
falling so far on a silver spoon
making the moon for fun
changing a rope for a size too small
people all get hung.
take a look and see me coming through
for I am the parasite who travels two by two.
take a look you may see me in the dirt
For i am the parasite who hangs from your skirt
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7. |
Andrew
02:28
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8. |
Perfect Style
02:52
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and when the phone seems to ring, no one can hear it
maybe your eyes are watching the t.v.
and you don´t know what is good or bad
one secret to save tonight
your head, something too full
but you prefer go out and do
all the things that they know you´ll try
and the price you have to pay is your perfect style
and then a smart white boy goes to help you
he came from the screen and he finally speaks to you
you don´t know if he´s good or bad
one more secret to save tonight
your head, something too full
smart white bullets were shot through you
and the things that you´d even tried
and the price you have to pay is your wrong style
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