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Rain
02:38
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rain, it rains on me even sunny days
it rains over my head, it rains on my heart (yes)
rain, whatever the season, wherever I am,
I’m chased by a wet grey little could
things could be even worse, that’s why I’m singing this song
darker, colder, stormy or even flooded
I need dry hair on my head, I need sun on my heart
so darling, help me blowing far away the cloud
rain, whatever the season, wherever I am,
it rains over my head, it rains on my heart
rain, rain, rain, rain
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Table Football Match
03:00
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you woke up turbid very far from home
he made that annoying beat with the light switch
was you or what? was me?
you saw the clock at 6 and the clock struck 6
I entered through the window of that car
remember that was when you stole my socks
my pretty socks; they laughed;
you saw the clock at 6 and the clock struck 6
I like the rhythm but you’d better play the tambourine in G
table-football match... would you like to play a table football match?
clam pizza was not my preferred meal
he said Jessica Fletcher was truly him
you’ve never seen Backbeat
you saw the clock at 6 and the clock struck 6
I like the rhythm but you’d better play the tambourine in G
you woke up with the noise of the light switch
I entered turbid looking for my socks
was him or what? was me?
you saw the clock at 6 and the clock struck 6
I like the rhythm but you’d better play the tambourine in G
table-football match... would you like to play a table football match?
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3. |
Let's Eat Russian Salad
03:22
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if you are hungry but feel so bored with fashion bars
come to the battle bar! come to the battle bar!
if you are thirsty but have no money for reserve wines
come to the battle bar! come to the battle bar!
the beer is cheap, there are greasy meals
the floor has sawdust... and Russian salad (Russian salad!)
let’s eat Russian salad from a battle bar
everybody is happy when they try it
something then may happen in your gut (battle bar!)
if you are hungry but feel so bored with fashion bars
come to the battle bar! come to the battle bar!
if you are thirsty but have no money for reserve wines
come to the battle bar! come to the battle bar!
chalk on the bar sawdust on the floor
stinky toilets available... and Russian salad (Russian salad!)
let’s eat Russian salad from a battle bar,
everybody is happy when they try it
something then may happen in your gut (battle bar!)
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Suspicion
03:17
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every time you kiss me I'm still not certain that you love me
every time you hold me I'm still not certain that you care
though you keep on saying you really, really, really love me
you really say the same words to someone else when I'm not there
suspicion; torments my heart
suspicion; keeps us apart
suspicion; why torture me?
every time you call me to tell me we should meet tomorrow
I can't help but think that you're meeting someone else tonight.
why should our romance just keep on causing me such sorrow?
why am I so doubtful whenever you are out of sight?
suspicion...
[spoken]
darling, if you love me, please show me some proof of your good intentions.
I'd like it on my desk on Monday morning at the very latest.
I know this might seem silly, but I want to be absolutely positive.
If you have been deceiving me, well, it's time you got a boyfriend.
suspicion...
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Watteke
01:43
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6. |
I'm Coming Weak
01:41
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yeah, I’m coming home! driving from the north
wasted as the most, I need a hotpot
I will lay dead in the sofa (watching Monty Python movies)
I will lay dead in the sofa (Monty Python films)
yeah, I’m coming weak! driving from the east
yeah, I’m coming weak! only wanna sleep
I will lay dead in the sofa (watching Monty Python movies)
I will lay dead in the sofa (Monty Python films)
yeah, I’m coming home! driving from the south
wasted as old shoes I need a hot soup
I will lay dead in the sofa (watching Monty Python movies)
I will lay dead in the sofa (Monty Python films)
yeah, I’m coming weak!
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(after lunch in Namibia) you’re waiting at the hole of a porcupine
it comes out and looks at you while you talk about it
it says “hey David! It’s you! Do you want to see my house?”
wish I could be there! I wanna talk with them (just like you...)
and forgot the pavement and the crowd once I was far from here
(after lunch in Australia) you’re waiting for a bird of the paradise
it comes flying and looks at you while you talk about it
it says “hey David! It’s you! just on time to see my dance! ”
hey David! what’re you doing?
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Branches
04:26
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first I climbed up the trunk,
my nails on the bark, my feet against it
then I passed dangerous junctions,
I embraced a branch, my nails on the bark
there are branches (a lot of branches) in front of me
I can see those other branches not far from me
sometimes I wonder about junctions,
about a branch behind of my branch
then I dream I creep along it,
my nails on the bark, my feet against it
there are branches (a lot of branches) in front of me
I can see those other branches not far from me
first I climbed up the trunk,
my nails on the bark, my feet against it
then I passed dangerous junctions,
I embraced a branch, my nails on the bark
there are branches (a lot of branches) in front of me
I can see those other branches not far from me
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Miss Atarraya
03:22
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she walks along the seashore
she looks at the waves and looks for shadows
you’re lost, she’s seen your shadow
she has the deepest web, has the heaviest weights
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the ironmonger walks alone, every night he walks alone
he walks alone after closing the doors
after working hard in the corner hardware store
he wears a raincoat every month
he carries a long rod and always walks alone
you can see his face (seems wicked! seems wicked!)
he goes to the river close to the port
fishes for an hour in a dark shore (then goes home)
he crosses the downtown when shops are closed
greets a few people from his neighbourhood while walks alone
you can see his face (seems wicked! seems wicked!)
he walks alone
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11. |
Let me Fall
02:52
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I used to fly kites,
I liked to feel myself pushed by wind
long ago the kite strings broke,
I can’t remember where I stayed (at land or at wind)
yes, something in this life seems rotten
so let me fall, let me fall, because there’s nothing I can do but falling
did you watch my shadow in detail?
did I ever let you watch it?
look at me and look at my dog and tell me what you see in common
yes, something in our lives was rotten
so let me fall, let me fall, because there’s nothing I can do but falling
did you watch my shadow in detail?
did I ever let you watch it?
look at me and look at my dog and tell me what you see in common
yes, something in our lives was rotten
so let me fall, let me fall, because there’s nothing I can do but falling
(sing with me, friend)
let me fall, let me fall, because there’s nothing I can do but falling
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12. |
He Dreams with Drums
01:42
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there are new brands infecting the schools,
new football stars are shattering haircuts
the kids are hidden behind the screens
and new useless singers perform their soundtracks
but he doesn’t mind that, he’s out of that
he’s just a ten-years-old child that dreams with drums
he wears Buddy Holly glasses and claps on his legs when the music sounds
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13. |
Shaker Pack!
03:12
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14. |
Anachronistic Admirer
02:52
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Grace, Grace Slick is her name,
she’s a beautiful singer in a psychedelic band
every night I search for her in Youtube
for seeing the way she sings,
the way she looks through her deep blue eyes
Grace, Grace Slick is her name,
a young pretty girl (especially in black and white)
every night I see her in my computer
the way she sings, the way she moves, the way she smiles
but sometimes recent videos suddenly burst into the screen
in them she looks like a chubby grandma; oh! evil time!
what have you done to my love? what have you done with her?
yes, sometimes recent videos suddenly burst into the screen
in them she looks like a chubby grandma; oh! evil time!
what have you done to my love?
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