1. |
Round Round
03:44
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Ah! There are so many people
making my world little round
There are so, so, so many people
making my little world go wrong
And you know,there is sunshine over them
God! bring the sunshine over all
Everybody is running, turning all the time
trying to make the world go round and round
Running, circling, moving, spinning all around
no one is staying on their ground
Ah! There are so many people
gotta pay tax to breath air
There´re so many human gases
can´t even see my toes
So God! giant fan to them all
God! A new planet to them all
Oh! I´m feeling so hungry
I could even eat men
Wait! there are so many people
we could eat one of them
So God! bring the cannibalist age
God !
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2. |
Where?
04:36
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He is lost.
Don't know where he's going.
To places he hasn't found.
And spaces deep underground.
Has to go now.
For someone is waiting.
But he doesn't know it yet,
Or maybe he might forget.
But I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to ask.
And if he goes away.
Will you remember him one day?
(No you won’t, you will forget)
He never saw the sun this far,
Light slipping through his fingernails.
(Yet it burns, burns away the only thing he loves)
He has found.
By running away from time.
That there's no safe place to hide.
He can't outrun his own mind.
Flies away,
Anestesia for his heart.
But gravity always wins.
Whatever that really means.
But I don't want to, don't want to, don't want to
Well, hey now.
Lets have a Little chat
And see what’s inside
this troubled mind of yours
Won’t stay now
He will lie there and wait
and wait for the time
to clear out his own mind
And if he goes away.
Will she remember him?
No, she won't, she will forget
So many things to ask:
''Do fishes sleep at night?''
''Where am I?''
And ''what the fuck are playing on the radio?''
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3. |
Pictures Of You
03:15
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She was alone
by the side of the road
and she wanted to be sure
She was scared
at the sight of a word
and I wanted to be sure
Sleeps on a saturday
with no skirts
Sleeps on a saturday
with no skirts
She was alone
by the side of the road
and she wanted to be sure
And I wannabe so polite indeed
I wannabe liked
I want a house, with kids and a pool
and a dog that barks at night
And I want it now...
Someday, when we were younger
and we threw our suitcases in a cage
was it I that was too young
our you were waiting for something else
She was aware
that my eyes weren´t there
and she wanted to be through with me
We had a talk
I was mute, she was shocked
she was starting to get throbbed with me
Right!
And I wannabe so polite indeed
I wannabe liked
I want a house, with kids and a pool
and a dog that barks at night
And I want it now...
Someday, when we were younger
and we threw our suitcases on a ditch
was it I that was too young
our you were waiting for something else
And I wannabe so polite indeed
I wannabe liked
I want a house, with kids and a pool
and a dog that barks at night
And I want it now...
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4. |
Stop The Rain
03:20
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Stop the rain!
Stop the rain and make it digital
Cause we´re dying for something new
Stop remake
Stop remake and make original
Cause we´re trying for something new
Stop the rain!
Stop the rain and make it digital
Cause we´re dying for something new
Stop the press
stop the press find new ways to express
Cause we´re dying for something truth
Well I´ve met you now
wish I´d met you before, the now
There´s a fire in your eyes
hope it never dies (and so we go)
Blow the roof! (What??)
Blow the roof, take off your shirts and shoes
and lets dance under the rain
Rendez vous
Rendez vous comme´sa très bien se tout
Je sui bon s´il ne pleut plus
And there´s rain in you
drowning grief that makes me feel so blue
But if you make it through
there´s a chance we might...
A shot I get down with you!
And so well you don´t remember
you could be always falling in love
You don´t remember
you could be always falling apart
I said all, and 1 2 3 4 5
Stop the rain!
Stop the rain and make it digital
Cause we´re dying for something new
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5. |
Blackout
05:12
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I've been feeling cloudy,
with a chance of thunderstorms.
Well but who can really blame me?
I've got no place to go.
And the people all around me
They are scared of even trying.
They've been taming all their feelings
Like some kind of empty robots without will...
What are going to be my chances
of getting struck by light?
Baby I'm still so hungry
I won't resist your bite...
Where's the light that keeps me on?
And all of the words have been written down...
I have yet a mouthfull of kisses to give out.
You turn all the lights off, blaze my candles,
Let the blood run, ready to blackout.
Where's the light that keeps me on?
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Sans Clé Buenos Aires, Argentina
www.facebook.com/sanscleband
Demian Alterman - Guitarra, bouzouki,
voces.
Juan Ignacio Zapata - Batería, percusión, voces.
Facundo Besteiro - Bajo, voces.
♣♣♣
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