1. |
Making plan(t)s
03:32
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I hear you argument about taking down trees.
I see you've got complains.
Every morning stopping trains for the bio-company.
Can't you see your bio is company?
Balance is making trend. As advised your yogi
on your fair-trade market tea:
"Level in order your nerves to get conscious-free"
do you think your conscious free under your christmas deeds?
As the plants in your home are slaves that you find,
others might be making plan(t)s
then "what's up!" on your telephone.
Do you think it's natural the cage where you breath?
Do you think it's natural to be free and never leave?
Do you think it's natural your shoes are made by kids?
Do you think it's natural to pay a living-fee?
Did you pay your government?
Did you pay your government?
Did you pay your government?
Did you pay your government?
Did you feed the rats that feed you all the shit that you eat?
As the plants in your home are slaves that you find,
others might be making plan(t)s
then "what's up!" on your telephone.
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2. |
Responsible
03:57
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It doesn't cause any effect
being polite without reflection
of what you're here to do.
It's not a roof over your head
that will shelter when you're dead
if love is strange for you.
It's not about choosing a style
if it's true they stole your smile,
clothes won't laugh for you.
Dismiss all trendy topics or
whatever new misery-porn,
god is overdue.
It doesn't matter where you're from
if it's true you don't belong
or if you break in two.
It doesn't matter who you are,
if you scream, the aid is far,
a star is dead for you.
And the truth about it
is that the ones able to help
are held within their greed,
and they puke on their food
as they pray that you get fish
without a river near, without a river near.
It doesn't count if you're the Pope
if you wear gold you're a snob
using hounds for crew.
It doesn't count if you live right
for the ones within your sight
'cause right comes back at you.
It is fear that drives you
instead of yearning peace
or equality,
and a fist surprises you
when your silence points the guns
daily at their feet, while you're asleep.
It doesn't make a difference
recycling shit to make amends
for cruel ego in all.
It's not enough to slam our hands,
if we feast in restaurants,
to be responsible.
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3. |
Sheep under gold
08:26
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Sheep under gold,
what's that you seek?
Save for a hundred years
as the meadow grows rich.
Hey, don't you know
you are fed for wool?
And when you're ripe
they'll spit away your bones.
Sleep for a couple of springs
safe in what you're keep being
told: "There are wolves after you",
says the one counting sheep.
I hope the wires
containing you around
don't string the dreams
that you want to get done.
So run, run away from the stream
confused by the greed
ghost, amusing your pace
to your spirit ain't real.
This life is for now.
Another one's another life.
Don't slaughter the choice
to find a good way to die.
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4. |
Raid
06:17
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A piece of land
dividing some families
according to Ireland.
Just a couple of men
defending de honour
of their forefathers.
They think is
tradition of others.
"Important to keep the
tradition of others."
Then one said "Hey!
Move down your tractor
just where you came from."
Otherwise "Hey!
We're bursting your windows
with hammers and sticks."
Just a couple of men
with nothing to do
but to scare out the sparrows.
Just a couple of men
with stories to tell
to their grandsons and daughters.
"Remember when
we chased out the neighbours
with hammers and sticks.
Hey!
Just hammers and sticks."
Just a couple of men
defying the honour
of a piece of dirt.
Just a couple of kids,
overgrown kids,
holding beliefs
imparted by others
with hammers and sticks.
Hey!
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5. |
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Aching in glass, the blood turns red
ready as ageing never is.
Nurtured by stone, lay down a fight.
Waiting my angel I feel like dying.
The more I get blind,
life truths haunts the neurotical child.
Wishing away this fountain of waste.
Wish you could heed to where I am.
Someone lit fire a flying balloon
and, are you aware thirty monkeys are dead?
Hold my head tight.
I'm scared i won't make it back to the light.
Hope I get by tonight.
Don't leave me out of your sight
Long gone, thrilling no sense.
Act like there's no one there.
Furthermore, love be craved
for individual gain.
Easy when things ain't bad.
What if tears clash over the ants?
Breaking their way, tidal gods.
Help me stand, plea for the wounds.
Ought to be caring for others' rights.
Pour late weight, arms, behind.
Carry me close to your side.
Oh, my dear heart,
forgive such a ridiculous mind.
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6. |
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There's trees as a double
@ €¬ @€| broken mind.
There are fleas in the meadow
and birds in the sky
#~€#€¬ @@¬€~||#@
#$·$ &"@@(&/(
!€¬@ ~€
(/&$ $@~€¬
##@|€ €¬¬@ @~~#...
I see the meadow.
Yes, I see the sky and
!·"$% &$·3 ·&/·
@€~¬@€@ 45#%""...
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7. |
Sneaky butt-sniff
06:21
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I wanna come to terms most graciously.
I'll pin you obsolete then let me be.
Grab a pig, take it for a spin.
Get a fork, bacon fries on its own.
Bugs of superficial media affairs,
church of super repression everywhere.
If life's so bright, fly yourself to the light.
Flames ahead, your death couldn't care less.
Praise this:
Pimp, political-pastor, thief,
umbilical slavery-monger,
naturephobic, fascist elite,
vultures with psychosis,
mass anesthetized glamless lurking masks,
well, I found something besting your love
and it's called self indulgence.
I masturbate, don't worry about dates,
to sculptures on a fountain.
And why would you care if I rub on a piece of butter,
or if I'm gay, trans, fluid or straight,
nor in which hole most I like it.
Flavours all of an ice-cream choice
much greater than your notion.
And there's nothing in your conscious that I wouldn't throw up.
I now hold you against humanity
derranged and powerless over us.
Patriar-qué? Si no hablo francés...
Je ne sais pas.
La vida en libertad.
Love this, love.
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8. |
Gargoyles
03:50
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A truth I came to realize:
demons are shaped edges of you and I.
To grow, to stretch,
the space we are at,
ever contained,
compelled they need to be to move.
To fear them guards expressing us,
will enslave our own desire to live.
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9. |
Last sun in Noordwijk
05:16
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Caught the last sunlight in a can
Lurked inside.
Cozy and calm.
Packed all your silence in a bag.
Closed my eyes, dreaming past.
And I might just turn and break
if you call my name and tell me to stay.
Phantom of hero,
looking glass,
memory or vision, i don't mind.
Wish you could tell me where I'm at,
though fear to hear you speaking back.
Hence, moving life.
I learnt my place:
recurrent nowhere and away.
Away from you.
Here's to all the stories.
Here's to none that glories.
We are unbound.
Don't wake to notice.
And one more round to escape knowing you can be found.
'Cause I might just turn and break
if you call my name and tell me to stay.
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10. |
Cuando despiertes
07:37
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11. |
Arise (song to sleep)
08:28
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When the silence arrives, hear,
with a revolting sound a beep appears.
Like the bark of a tree and its leaves,
like there's something at war behind the wind.
While the dust's flowing by, sweep,
contradictional exercise to redeem.
And it's clear that is me,
like the grow and decay that time conceals.
And us near,
one and zero,
like the spring is about the door but not quite here.
As the daylight goes round the sphere
playing sea-saw of blinking eyes, arise and sleep.
Like the cow eats the grass, and I it,
and the worm shits my corpse to the grass feed.
Like a continent mass and the sea,
an immovable ground being poked to feel.
And I feel that it's real,
like the lies that you tenderly slide in my ear.
And I see it is me
defiling the corners that brought me here.
I've been wandering around.
I've been hanging on doubts.
I've been running a lot, not lost.
And it seems that the fears
are wearing off like a snake sheds skin.
And the freedom's ideal,
like consecutive rooms,
one next from here.
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