1. |
mods de la corre
03:08
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i got my dirty boots
my plastic bag is full
and my tshirt so cool
come on
and wen i dance the groove
your hips will slowly move
don't stop let's dance the night
away
too bad, we have to leave
the night is up
but we can still enjoy
the day
the sun high in the sky
loud sounds my stereo mind
i can't
come down
and we dance to the fall
the dark, the broad
no talking, just recall
your dreams
and when the sun falls down again
the floor begins to drain
the shadows
from my dirty boots
the sun goes down...
and we dance, we dance to the fall
and when the sun is up...
too bad, we have to leave
we have to leave...
leave, leave, leave...
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2. |
shut up
03:31
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my head is burning
but you keep on talking
you're in my way
you’re all over the place
my head is burning
but you keep on talking
see i'm just dancing
not talking to you
no
don't give a shit
where the fuck you were born
we know each other
but that's just it
you're not my buddy
what you expect?
no
don't give a shit
where the fuck you were born
clear my mind, clear my mind...
no
don't give a shit
where the fuck you were born
keep on talking... shut up
keep on talking... shut up
keep on talking... shut up
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3. |
interzone
05:20
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4. |
nothing left
04:35
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sit at your desk
you buy and you sell
your wealth is a stone
your name no one knows
and there's nothing left for me
no, there's nothing left for me
the world is just dirt
just discipline
just boredom and faith
no experience, no joy
and there's nothing left for me
no, there's nothing left for me
but one day i'll reach you
this day i'll face you
you' ll pay it all back
this day you will hear me laugh
there will be nothing left for you
no, nothing left for you
sit at your desk
with the phone in one hand
you buy and you sell
and you never hold back
your welth is a stone
your name no one knows
and there's nothing left for me
no, there's nothing left for me
no, there's nothing left for me
no, there's nothing left for me
no
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5. |
moon cuartet
13:24
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my lover, the white shiny flesh, my lover
the pride, the arrogant shape, the pride
day after day after day after day...
after night
compliments, empty loud voices,
compliments
and lies, hiding your lust,
my lust
day after day after day after day...
after night
i miss it, i miss what we got, i want it
i'd say it, but nobody cares, nobody cares
day after day after day after day...
after night
we're silent, and we get old, we're silent
and time, make us so mean, so mean
night after night after night after night...
after night
my lover, the white shiny flesh, my lover
time, make us so mean, so mean
time, make us so mean, so mean
time, make us so mean, so mean
time, make us so mean, so mean
time... time... time... time... time
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nitxos Vitoria Gasteiz, Spain
Nitxos talk about their need to darken sounds, a tendency for dim and noisy atmospheres, a music pierced by hereafter and swampy melodies, with galley rythm ringings. No bombast, no concessions.
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