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Spiritual War
06:55
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Spiritual war
Keeps me from
Falling off…
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2. |
As I Drift
06:23
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AS I DRIFT
it was just time before dawnshe held my hand and led me on
we walked the meadow to face sheer terrorwe saw our own reflection on the wall
off I drift gently and swifttouch of lips my mind goes off
everything I have to gives'been taken by a foreing world
I cried and she laughed at the face of evilno wonder why I live so still
I leave my body on the doorstep
while I make the jump for the hills
off I drift gently and swifttouch of lips my mind goes offeverything I have to gives'been taken by a foreing world
way beyond nature and skinmy mind melts & mi soul sinksinto black holes, always fallinggoing, watching, jumping
off I drift gently and swifttouch of lips my mind goes offeverything I have to give
s'been taken by a foreing world
no wonder why I live so stilland my face watches me from the wall
its is I that has become a ruinthat wont stop falling but will never fall
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3. |
Detectives Salvajes
05:11
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el silencio otorga
y cala un espacio q recojo con los dedos
es un recuerdo
que todavía no se ha de vivir
y que solo es posible
si sigo cayendo
con el tiempo, nos acostumbramos a desear
y huir de nuestro sueño inalcanzable
hoy hacemos gloria del día
en que todo se nos vino encima
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4. |
Slightly Nice / Awkward
08:47
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5. |
She Left The Room
04:08
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she left the room in tears
quite like a dear
sitting in the city
of slavers
sitting in the city
of slaves
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6. |
Made Out of Sound
06:33
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everybody is messing around
with the same amount of sound
but nobody speaks what is true
so I carry my bag
my jacket
and her pocket knife
that fits in my heart
like a cup of glass
made out of sound
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7. |
Deep Into The Shadows
06:07
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deep into the shadows
(deep into)
deep into this edgy feeling
deep inside this endless winter
deep inside her voice comes near me
deep inside she’s dead I’m still here
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8. |
Fuck The Ashram
06:14
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he perdido mi manto y abrigo
en el lejano país de la soledad
por siempre hundido en la melancolía
mirando a los pájaros que hipnotizan en círculos
convertido en un dolor sin destino
despojado a las delicias mundanas
veo cómo danzan las máscaras ancestrales
de todos esos clanes olvidados por los dioses
oculto en sótanos, sumergido en manantiales
en jardines de amapolas descansan los demonios
mi pluma ya no vuela sobre las hojas manchadas
que un día triste olvidé sobre mis lamentos
no ha quedado más que sobrevivir en la fuga
buscando vestigios en las puertas que atravieso
cogiendo el pan que el destino nos avienta
bebiendo sólo en lugares sin historia
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9. |
Om Shivai
06:54
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10. |
Space Nascar
06:50
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11. |
Try The Wine
06:53
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todo al alcance de la mano
excepto soñar
puras visiones y ventanas
que dan a otros paisajes
mañana abrupta
la noche demora todo el día
se suman los espectadores
está por levantarse el telón
alguien se sienta nervioso en tercera fila
se resiente en el asiento
le incomoda la mentira
y después
hablar con cualquiera
de cualquier cosa
hablar con quien sea
de noche al fin
unas copas en la terraza
podemos cantar en sincronía
discutir y recitar
es tarde
y el sueño no podemos conciliar
cadáveres sobre la pieza
y objetos en desuso
la mañana golpea, se le intuye
nos transporta
como un leve haz de luz
a todo lo que existe
que por la noche es menos y radical
es extenso y perpetuo
una noche para cada día
y estoy pagado
como un vagabundo
con cien pesos en la mano
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