1. |
Gregory Peck
02:42
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I’ve never seen her cry
Not that I want to
He rarely makes her smile
Not that he didn’t try to
Not that he didn’t try to
Not that he didn’t try to
Not that he didn’t try to
I’ve never seen her cry
(I’ve never seen her shed a tear)
Not that I want to
He rarely makes her smile
(Although he ain’t no sorry at all)
Not that he didn’t try to
Not that he didn’t try to
Not that he didn’t try to
Not that he didn’t try to
I’ve never seen her lose a fight
(I’ve never seen her crucified)
She always thinks she’s right
She finds it hard to say she’s sorry
(Although she ain’t no sorry at all)
She wouldn’t even know why
Wouldn’t even know why
(And I wonder…)
Wouldn’t even know why
Wouldn’t even know why
Wouldn’t even know why
Wouldn’t even know why
She tends to get me nervous
She speaks all the time
But what she ever does, or makes or thinks
Is to make us feel fine
She tends to get me nervous
She speaks all the time
But what she ever does, or makes or thinks
Is to make us feel fine
Is to make us feel fine
I’ve never seen her lose a fight
(I’ve never seen her crucified)
She always thinks she’s right
She finds it hard to say she’s sorry
(Although she ain’t no sorry at all)
She wouldn’t even know why
Wouldn’t even know why
And I still don’t know
Why
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2. |
Noventas
03:26
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I’ve been trying to understand
What makes a woman, what makes a man, to be in love for ages
It's not something that I’m concerned about,
Not even in my mind for 24/7, but it happens sometimes
For now I've been lucky and I’ve been not
Sometimes appearances can be deceiving, but it's ok
It's ok
It's ok
It's ok
Damn, it’s ok
I’ve been trying to understand
what makes a woman, what makes a man, to be in love for ages
I guess it’s something that evolves, and it takes a lot of patience
For now I've been lucky and I've been not,
Living together wasn't easy, but it's ok
It's ok
It's ok
It's ok
Damn, it’s ok
I've been trying
I keep on trying
But I don't believe in this
Gonna give up trying
I've been trying
I keep on trying
But I don't believe in this
Gonna give up trying
I'm so sick of these failed attempts
Being so fucking close once and once again
I'm so sick of these failed attempts
Being so fucking close once and once again
I have already lost
I have already lost
I have already lost
I have already lost
I've been trying
I keep on trying
But I don't believe in this
Gonna give up trying
I've been trying
I keep on trying
But I don't believe in this
Gonna give up trying
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3. |
A.M.O
03:03
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I still remember with a smile
all those days we shared for more than a while
And I wouldn’t change
And I won’t change
And I wouldn’t change for nothing else
Back to year 96
building castles out of sticks
Never ending childhood days
playing superhero games
You could beat the enormous monsters
I could fight the strongest ones
You and me against the world
conquering the highest walls
Then we were in mid-school
cheating in maths, playing fool
Reading science-fiction books
learning how the adults look
We share confessions studying French:
“Un, Deux, Trois” laughing at the bench
We drew the dreams with many colours
the black and white were just for others
But we finally turned eighteen
wondering how would it be
But you get stuck straight in time
your mind could not find the right rhymes
Your bright smiles were left aside
Your pinky cheeks told that you cried
The mask that covered up your face
showed me your deepest disgrace
I still remember with a smile
all the days we shared before the storm
I still remember with a smile
all the days that were losing their form
I still remember with a smile
all the days we shared before the storm
I still remember with a smile
all the dreams that were losing their form
So please, don't go!
'Cause you are doing right, and even more
'Cause I need you back in here
And you will find...
...another day
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4. |
Olla
02:17
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tururatá tururatá turé
tururatá tururatá taró
tururatá tururatá turé
tururatá tururatá tiraró
tururatá tururatá turé
tururatá tururatá taró
tururatá tururatá turé
tururatá tururatá taré
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5. |
Balada #2
03:19
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You don't know why you get rejected every time that you talk
You are a good girl, but not good enough
To be part of our team or in any game
What a shame
We find annoying that you try to be polite all the time
You have to be rude and forget to be kind
To be part of our team you cannot be lame
What a shame
It's a shame
It's a shame
It's a shame
What a shame
Your stupid fear is not allowed if you are trying to be big
This just makes you weak, have you given up yet?
You are not ready for whatever you are trying to gain
What a shame
This has nothing to do with not being a powerful boy
I'm worried about you, are you being paranoid?
You are not the navel of the world, not even in the game
What a shame
It's a shame
(I don't know why they do it
But they know what they are doing)
It's a shame
It's a shame
What a shame
I don't know why they do it
But they know what they are doing
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6. |
Fiera
03:14
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You are not better than me
In fact, you do know it
But you keep looking down on me
It's the only way to be crowned
And it sucks, it sucks
Well you suck
You only took all the power
To throw, throw, throw it against us
But in the end you’re a coward
You have no reasons to face us
And it sucks, it sucks
Well you suck
You're no one without your crown
Your kingdom is falling
You are like the old emperor
Who ends up naked
You're no one without your crown
Your kingdom is falling
You are like the old emperor
Who ends up naked
Who ends up naked
You could be better than that
You could be more than an asshole
But you believe you’re the lord and the master
Of everyone you have paid for
And it sucks, it sucks
Well you suck
You are going to end up alone
No one will ever bear you
But you’ll keep acting like you have a throne
And they will foolishly love you
And it sucks, it sucks
Well you suck
You're no one without your crown
Your kingdom is falling
You are like the old emperor
Who ends up naked.
You're no one without your crown
Your kingdom is falling
You are like the old emperor
Who ends up naked
Who ends up naked
Who ends up naked
Who ends up naked
And this doesn’t suck
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7. |
Antxoa
02:39
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In the darkest times I find
the anger, the truth and a twisted mind
Awake enough to keep them out
A cold war or two, the deafest shouts
Buried alive they try to arise
Is getting late is time to sleep
Like the latest flowers to die in winter
Rotten and cold they are just splinters
Rotten and cold they are just splinters
It’s ok
Should I be afraid?
Easy to tell, the debts must be paid
Do as I say but not as I do
Fun-time, fuck me I'm screwed
The music is gone
but I still dance alone
Who needs someone when you have you?
Come closer, come closer
and close the door
Who doesn't want to be adored?
Everyone likes to be adored
Seeking those stories that you have once believed they were true
But now you know them is hard to tell
is hard to tell
if they are right or wrong
Come on help me find them
I can't do it on my own
My voice is low now and I can't throw the first stone
Of the brightest times I miss,
myself so quiet a life in peace
So, piss them all!
I have to grow
Better times will come tomorrow
But why if they don't?
They won't for something
Who is the person I am becoming?
The cult of apathy and misfit youth
Full of beers and sleeping pills
Full of beers and sleeping pills
But at least I have you
grateful resting on my back
Expecting nothing in return
just for holding me tight
Laughing or crying who cares
we still stand together face to face
Stay for a little longer
Rough times will end at last
Will fall apart?
Will I win at last?
Please don't let me fall apart
Seeking those stories that you have once believed they were true
But now you know them is hard to tell
is hard to tell
if they are right or wrong
Come on help me find them
I can't do it on my own
My voice is low now and I can't throw the first stone
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8. |
Burdeos
02:47
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I’m sick, tired and fucked up of not being listened
Of being treated like a dumb, in short like a shit
You act as if you think that you’re above me
Remember just for having a dick
You’re not better than me
Anything you can do I can do bleeding
Anything you can do I can do bleeding
Anything you can do I can do bleeding
Anything you can do, I can do it, too
I’m sick, tired and fucked up for being valued
Not for my thoughts, but just for my looks
You act as if you think that you’re above me
Remember just for having a dick
You’re not better than me
Anything you can do I can do bleeding
Anything you can do I can do bleeding
Anything you can do I can do bleeding
Anything you can do, I can do it, too
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9. |
Balada #1
02:43
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Let me take you there
Where the grass doesn’t grow and shadows fade
You will become a memory of those
But I can’t let you go away
Let me go with you
Wherever you want to go I’ll go too
And I’d laugh if I could but this place is so cold that I’m
Freezing in you
Would you dance, dance, till our bodies turn into one once again?
Would you dance, dance, till we both can’t remember our names?
Till we both can’t remember our names?
Let me see through your eyes
The deepest fears of your bluest skies
And all of the letters that we never wrote
That were sent to the lovers on the road
Let me hold your hand
And feel all the scars on our skin
And feel the unknown feeling that we’re feeling now
Would you dance, dance, till our bodies turn into one once again?
Would you dance, dance, till we both can’t remember our names?
Would you dance, dance, till our bodies turn into one once again?
Would you dance, dance, till we both can’t remember our names?
till we both can’t remember our names?
till we both can’t remember our names?
till we both can’t remember our names?
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Pinpilinpussies Barcelona, Spain
Rollo Lo-Fi. Algo de Sleater-Kinney, algo de Bikini Kill, pero más chill. Añádele un poco de Courtney Barnett. Garage-pop con actitud post-punk. Canciones para hacer pogos con alguna balada. Sonido crudo y tal.
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