1. |
mother
02:10
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mother
what happened?
you look
so tired
could you get to sleep?
last night
or was it hard to?
did they come to play?
at 7 am
and turn the lights on?
mother
were you've been?
so lonely
i mean
cant wait to see you again
cause last time
it was hard to
if everyday
i disassociate
from myself
like you
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2. |
a sticky man arrives
03:36
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3. |
the gravedigger
04:11
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gravedigger
what you mean?
isn't this real?
what i've seen
before my eyes
now i see it
and thanks for the bed
i'll stay here
this night
we'll see the undead
gravedigger is crying
and the stars are shining
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4. |
psychache
03:56
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5. |
soledad
04:37
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volviendo ves el mar
estallar en tus ojos
y el viento que fuerte
marcó tu rostro
en un zumbido que
deseas parar
no quiero comer parado
una noche más
soledad
y la miro
soledad
y me mira
no hay que pensar en
lo que hace mal
si al final
todo es igual
hay que dejar que baje
y así nomas
ya no quiero comer parado
otra noche más
porque hace mal
apurado
una noche más
soledad
y la miro
soledad
y me mira
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6. |
with myself/the same way
02:06
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i will call you by your name
if i need a helping hand
sometimes i can feel much pain
with myself
in my head
and that day it will arrive
oh the time to say goodbye
i don't know what's on your mind
but i feel the same way
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7. |
singularity
03:35
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8. |
red apples
03:45
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hey old man
how many times we gotta tell you?
where you been so long?
we don't want none
hey girl come one over
that'll be just fine
two packs of red apples for the long ride home
that'll be just fine
hey yeah
(written by Kurt Vile)
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9. |
ciudad muerta
06:04
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todo lo que tocamos se desvanece
sobre nosotros brilla la bóveda celeste
seguimos conservando un calor que crece
y esta ciudad muerta no desaparece
recorridos que no llevan a ningún lugar
pero aun queremos despedirnos
tomados de las manos hasta que el sol se parta
tomados de las manos hasta que el sol se caiga
corre y no llegaremos a ninguna parte (e se não tivesse o amor)
corre y no pares, que te esperan en casa (e se não tivesse essa dor)
colgados de las manos hasta que el sol se parta (e se não tivesse o sofrer)
colgados de las manos hasta que el sol se caiga (e se não tivesse o chorar)
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10. |
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11. |
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the day is coming to an end
im wathcing the sun hide
while everyone is pondering
ideas in their minds
everything takes time
wait for it, dont hide
and my aching hunchback
makes me want to cry
now the spirits hang around
they got no time to waste on me
coming from the underground
blurring all the scenery
i came to realise
why everyone's so sad
its just another fight
all between myself and i
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12. |
sopita y pascualina
02:57
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13. |
the horses pt2
03:51
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take this precious time
for you will turn into dust
someday
when you realize
the way
to live your life
then your day
will shine more than yesterday
come on grab my hand
let me take you to the land
were no one cares about
that stuff that people care the most
just follow me with baby steps
slowly..
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14. |
this shared feeling
03:05
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like in a pool i've been feeling
im drowning but cant get out
i know we share this feeling
we re gonna cry it out loud
my demons
are near
im moving
its clear
it's beetween us already
and it's tearing it up
i cant keep it quiet
fear is rising tonight
the devil's
in my house
and he's coming
back for me
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15. |
untitled #3
04:25
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