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UFO SADNESS
02:34
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Once when I was younger, like 6 years old
I was lying in my bead, wondering about the whole
Don’t know what it happen, I couldn’t move anymore
A mystic fear, a deep distress into my soul
But I know, oh now I know
Show me something that I can’t know
Visions of desintegration
A primitive sadness live there
Myself into the infinite of uknown, of nowhere
But I know, oh now I know
Show me something that I can’t know
Oh now I know…
No sound in that place
Every screams died in me
For a moment I had the perception of the human miseries
But I know, oh I know
Show me something that I can’t know
Oh now I know….
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WHITE HOOD (ON HIS HEAD)
02:29
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What I know when I look into your eyes?
It’s such a lock, to hard to try
A glass castle where you live with your lies
I’ll knock at your door like a beggar this night!
You feed your big mouth with scum and craping words
You don’t care anything except your golden own
You shit money but your hands are always clean
Flaming torches bloody acts, it’s something already seen
You hide behind your white priviledge
White hood on his head
The new KKK
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LADY'S WELL
03:21
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I spend last days cleaning my room
I was so proud I would like to show you
But I left you some days ago
I know that I break your heart But I have to go
Away from your evil mouth or I’ll go under with you
If you say to me that I’m your life
You will breack my heart ‘cause I have just mine
So please now, explain me why
do you need my breast as a child?
So that’s why now I have to take that door
Or I’ll go under with
I go away
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4. |
MANTRA
04:12
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One day you’ll see
A dead black tree
And there you will know
How long you are old
One day you’ll see
A silver birtch
And there you will realize
How long you’re dying.
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5. |
OK DAY
02:41
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How I have to feel like if I wake up too late
Take just one coffee, go to run to my train
Is there a T-rex or it’s only in my mind
It’s on the traintracks and it’s blowing three guys
Hey, I just take too much mushrooms, and now I’m too high
Clock hands are hiting hard on my brain
Remember me there’s no time to waste
I drive my T-rex on this foggy plan,
Just thirty minutes far from my chair
Hey, I just take too much mushrooms, and now I’m too high
Today, today, today It’s my ok day My okay day
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6. |
PROCRASTINATION
02:38
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So this night we’ll go in the club you know
to show my new shirt and my tiny gloves
But we need a card, where is my card, where did i put my fucking card?
So please don’t ask to me how to be part of the scene
It’s too late for me, too late for me, too late for me
We belong to procrastination
We reach the club, one beer for hand,
I wait outside to follow the trend
It’s up to you, so we can choose
to stay outside and singing our blues
I really don’t know if I wanna stay, or lay, or stay or pray
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CRANK
03:10
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Shaking my hands, listen to the heartbit
Stunning figures that fade out in my brain
I think I go, I think, straight to the hell
Cold blood is flowing and drying my vein
Oh no, I think I’m gonna crank
Sit on my lead sit, can not to move
Traslating thoughts into an idiom that I don’t know
Maybe time or, your empty words
No help from above and burn, let it burn
Oh no, I think I’m gonna crank
I wipe the sweat, can feel the air
Still flashes and noises
But memory is here
How long this rest will last
It’s only a fake rest, the real will soon come
I think I’m gonna crank
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The Procrastinators Bologna, Italy
The Procrastinators sono una nuova mefistofelica creatura bolognese tra il punk nero, il garage fizz e il post punk americano. Con chitarraccia e lamenti di tradizione marchigiana, una sezione ritmica matta e paludosa, si divincolano tra disagi post-urbani e contemplazioni fuorvianti sull'amore finito. ... more
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