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Zombies'
02:06
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Listen to me, Mama!
Today I've heard a little Zombies' song back in school.
And I could've sworn that nostalgic tears
Cried down my eyes when,
All of a sudden, I saw you there,
and you were wearing that black turtleneck sweater.
Oh, that black turtleneck sweater!
And I swear, then life was better,
At least life was not the same ...
Listen to me, Mama!
Today I've heard a little Zombies' song back in school.
And I could've sworn that nostalgic tears
Cried down my eyes when,
All of a sudden, I saw you there,
And you were dancing to them.
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2. |
Knickers
02:52
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I once promised my dad, that I'd sign him a contract,
Denying my feelings for the feminine kind.
I was young and abrupt, swung by emotions,
A young 'come along' coming down Drury Lane.
In back city slopes, well, I found you there,
Handling guys like marionettes.
Thinking I'd be the one, the one that was special,
You threw me away. Didn't care much, did you?
People can you be sure, the roads you choose,
Are the ones you will never forget?
People can you be sure, that I am the one,
Who will come and steal your knickers?
I'm happy for something that actually never happened before.
If this is love then it's cruel and hopeless,
Her nights were disco, my heaven was holiday.
People can you be sure, the roads you choose,
Are the ones you will never forget?
People can you be sure, that I am the one,
Who will come and steal your knickers?
Please go buy me a drink. I can't believe the story.
We need to keep in mind,
We'll all be undressed when we last expect it.
So why can't we be more than friends?
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3. |
Right Foot
02:38
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My friend fell on his right foot,
twelve ‘o’clock on a Wednesday night.
I hope he's okay, though; I hope he's all right.
I confuse my skin with the walls' color.
And I know their cracks like they're in me.
Please excuse me while I sleep and dream of Mademoiselle Morphine.
Baby, I'll outlast the way you treat me.
Baby, I need control now, cold as stone now,
I'll leash my vengeance and myself to your dark pride,
Until I realize poetic justice will decide.
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4. |
When The Apple Tree
04:21
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There are no gardeners left,
in the gardens of Eden.
There are no souls to testify
how alone I’ve been these years, on my own.
Love hurts,
But that makes it better.
If we could be together,
I guess by now we’d know.
Bittersweet beginnings, again.
Of all of the things my patience gave me,
the worthiest was wine.
And of all of the things that clogged our sight,
we failed to realize there will be no time.
So block your lungs, don’t let them know you breathe.
Time makes it better.
If we could live forever,
I guess by now we’d know.
Take my heart, please keep it, or let me go.
There will be no love,
There will be no time.
Will there still be you, when the apple tree?
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Well, I was walking down the street one day,
When I heard a song. It goes like this:
Miqui's two nostalgic punk songs play,
In an old abandoned café on my way home.
And by the way, Miqui's two nostalgic punk songs
Played in my head all day long.
And then I saw you there, slowly approaching,
I felt like a stranger deported from your side.
How could I forget who I was while singing...
Please don't go.
And if you see she's frightened,
Slowly grab her hand, and come on,
You could just tell her how you feel.
But the more we hide our feelings, well,
The more intense they are.
Instead of love we'll sing along to,
Miqui's two nostalgic punk songs play
In an old abandoned café on my way home.
And by the way, Miqui's two nostalgic punk songs
Made me lose my girl.
You should know that Miqui's two nostalgic punk songs,
Cover up the remorse of a man who loves you but won't say.
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6. |
Simple Man
02:19
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Simple men don’t sing sad songs.
That may be precisely the problem.
In a town of blind, you’re still wearing something.
The inexperienced monk, hunting wisdom.
If you feel complete, it means you’re not.
If you feel unique, it means you’re common.
Simple man, don’t count more days.
I’ve seen these ropes to which you’re tied to.
Simple man, grab my hand; Don’t lose hope, fly away.
Simple man, we’re men like you.
Simple man, you’ll pull us through.
Simple man, the crowds scream in your ears so that you become deaf.
Simple man, they have a plan: armies of mediocre lovers.
How I wish that our battles left prettier scars.
I’m not the same that I was before.
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7. |
Contemporary Love
03:11
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Contemporary love breaks me down
Every time I dare it in the eye.
Holding hands in front of a pier
With wrinkles crossed,
Or reading books of you
And of someone we could've been.
Contemporary love,
Like a diet fast food rubber
Rotting timely, as they gamble with our minds
And try to make us change.
Like Shakespeare would say, dreams die with the day.
Contemporary love is too damn ephemeral.
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8. |
Getting Old
03:16
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An elder man told me once,
That when loves gets, what time don’t want,
like feelings, like meanings, like tortures and textures,
you’re sentenced, young man. Whatever...

Said life is quite like a dice,
To keep it rolling, doubles price.
It can’t be considered a game without ending
If we all have a fate.
My good old man times have changed,
I’m still a young bird, in my cage,
And too many things go round my head
The same old damn things round my head, man!
And you call on me, so you know,
What words pass me by,
God calls on me, just to show,
Though I’m tired and incomplete,
I ain’t getting old.
And the symptoms come, the symptoms go,
You hear death knocking hard on your door,
You better look good, you better be counted in.
The symptoms come, the symptoms go,
Don’t try to predict past moments of your life,
Cause this one is mine.
Heaven ought to know,
That I ain’t getting old!
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9. |
Hatcheplayà
04:07
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A little doubt moves into you,
It's something natural and something you're meant to do.
You question standards of your time,
What if what's real is already left behind?
Go kill him now.
You've heard the mind-fuck symphony.
Even so, what if now the world I stand on tumbles?
Will all I'll really care for when I die,
Be 'why I belong here'?
Hatcheplayà.
It's quite funny, baby, the way you move,
And I can't seem to get it right.
And though the morning takes a stand,
I'll take its beauty as a personal command.
Go kill him now.
You've heard the mind-fuck symphony.
Even so, what if now the world I stand on tumbles?
But I still wonder if what I saw last night,
Was Salicrú dancing to the Hatcheplayà?
Three thousand doubts move down and under
In your heart, then you feel alive.
The price may be quite expensive,
But at least it's just a start.
I hope you feel it in, I hope you feel it too.
Am I scared of you? Do I look good to you?
Am I hurt? Am I lost? A deceit?
Hatcheplayà.
I've never seen these things so clearly.
Even so, what if now the world I stand on tumbles?
Will all I'll really care for when I die,
Be 'where I belong'?
Hatcheplayà.
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10. |
Electric Virgin Mary
04:29
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[HUMANITY]: As Virgin Mary walks away,
Through rebel streets of morning scent, she looks across,
She moves like the perils of her life have been lost;
And changing points of view,
A little call that gets her down and breaks you through:
[VIRGIN MARY]: Oh Lord! I can’t believe that the meaning’s so gone ... My parents traded a goat and a cow and a fucking lamb,
For a dry and steep and uphill piece of land.
[GOD]: I’m sorry Mary. If you knew economy,
You’d know that’s an offer you couldn’t reject:
I’m referring to the land, not the lamb!
They chose the carpenter for a reason; darling,
Wooden souls last longer.
I can’t believe, I can’t believe that my blessing’s a nuisance,
Oh these days!
[HUMANITY]: And as she stares the ground, she wonders:
[VIRGIN MARY]: Should I sell my dreams or fight somehow?
Oh Lord, I can’t believe my decision’s so numb.
Please change this, my Lord.
Why choose me, Lord?
[GOD]: Forget your mother, forget your friends.
Forget your 8th grade first High School dance.
Forget your love and forget you’re someone,
Forgive their lies and forsake your troubles.
You’re going to be a symbol, Mary!
Look outside, the new age waits for our son to arise.
Populus memento!
[HUMANITY]: It’s hard to imagine though these days,
A Virgin Mary rebel in so many ways.
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Pop band.
A gang of four.
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