1. |
La noche temática
04:24
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Comida oriental
mentiras del cosmos
pornografía selecta
un fin inminente
es todo lo que queda
La gran Logia de Oriente
se ha derrumbado
el camino del norte
ha desaparecido
y de repente no queda nada
Te has cortado el cuello
violencia naranja
un salto al vacío
y de repente
ya no eres nada
Noche temática
Apunta y dispara
en la noche temática
no habrá más barreras
y todo
se convertirá en nada
Noche temática
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2. |
SixFourNine
03:03
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I see you walking down the street
So drunk
With a whisky jar
And I say, oh baby
C’mon let’s go to my room
Its number
six-four-nine, six-four-nine
Train kept a rolling all night long
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Train kept a rolling all night long
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Six hundred & forty nine
C’mon baby, let’s spot the trains
All dancing, just up and down
And down and up in my room
It’s number, six-four-nine
Train kept a rolling all night long
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Train kept a rolling all night long
We’re gonna have some fun tonight
Six hundred & forty nine
six-four-nine
Follow the white line
At six-four-nine
After hours
Mayor, Mayor
Follow the white line
At six-four-nine
After hours
Mayor, (Gerry)
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3. |
Vichy Catalán
05:09
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Un ligero sabor amargo
une tu cuello con mis dientes largos
Un ejercicio transitivo
imperativo y racional
A veces un gran impulso
serviría para endulzar
Con la saliva que me obliga
tu sonrisa mineral
Me lo sugiere
mi sentido pervertido
y natural
A ligeras un amargo impulso
sirve en tu cuello
me endulza el gusto
Es mineral!
Vichy Catalán
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4. |
Start
03:20
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You cross the weird
You cross the freak
A golden codfish shines on the scene
Nuclear white fades you out
There ain’t no return
In a zoo you could be straight enough
I can’t remember your way
You cross the weird
You cross the freak
A golden codfish shines on the scene
Julio's is just dressed in white
Caressing a mic on the breast
In a zoo you could be straight enough
I can’t remember your way
Your brain is sick, all dissolved in gin
Dripping down, down the scene
Nuclear white fades you out
A beautiful mushroom
You’re behind the crystal
So you can’t dance
Don’t let me down
I want to start
Don’t let me down
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5. |
Can is a dog
02:31
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Here we are down in the south
I've got some troubles at the airport
Tonight
But here I am ready for you
I'm a hungry shark, a hunky crack
In my land even the pines are excited
Trembling like bodies in arousal games
Shaping harp pine, needles up
In my land we're horny as hell
In my land can is a dog
But the morons and darks don't let us fuck
I'm a hunky celtic
Hungry for sex
I don't know what to say to a girl like you
In my land even the pines are excited
Trembling like bodies in arousal games
Shaping harp pine, needles up
In my land we're horny as hell
In my land / can is a dog
You smell like hell
In my land / can is a dog
You smell like the fire
I need more sex
I'm so excited
I can't keep on talking
You're a deep cultural shock
I'm a boy from a Empire-cum-buffer-zone
In my land even the pines are excited
Trembling like bodies in arousal games
Shaping harp pine, needles up
In my land we're horny as hell
In my land / can is a dog
you smell like the fire
In my land / can is a dog
you smell like hell
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6. |
Waste
02:48
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You saw the child saying goodbye
From the other side
An then you felt alone
At the foot of the river
When the gulls flew you around
You heard the sentence
Son, you shouldn’t cross
cross is waste your time
You choose the good way
But you don’t know how to end
All the hidden glances
Pointing at you
Try to keep your mind cold
Don’t think
Son, you shouldn’t cross
cross is waste your time
Sex is waste, waste your time
every man got a JFK inside
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7. |
Ni todo lo demás
03:25
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Has visto una luz
Donde nada tiene razón de ser
Todo es posible en la confusión
Silencio
Es todo lo contrario
No hay principio ni final
No hay razón ni todo lo demás
Disimular la ley
El afuera nos envuelve, no nos deja ver
La verdad
Todo es posible
Afrontar
El secreto lo que nunca contarás
Nada es tan simple, no lo es
ni todo lo demás
Silencio
Es todo lo contrario
No hay razón
Afrontar
El secreto
Lo que nunca contarás
Disimular
Que no hay principio ni final
Ni todo lo demás
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8. |
Mato Grosso
03:46
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Falling down
In the middle of the swamp
No way to money
No way to success
No photos in magazines
Too old to have fun
So close to the end
Sinking, sinking, sinking
Smell the fire
Burning Mato Grosso
Kerosene lines
Alpha male’s shout
Exploding eyes
Watching the waterfall
So close to the end
Sinking, sinking, sinking
Smell the fire
Kerosene lines
Exploding eyes
Mato Grosso!
Mature insane
Feeding the shadow line
Old times womanizer
Bars of sex and boost
Too old to have fun
Watch the waterfall
So close to the end
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9. |
Sol Austral
03:53
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Mirad al Sol Austral
Se ha vuelto a iluminar
Derritiéndose
Ofreciéndote su resplandor
Te han vuelto a reclamar
Asciende hacia la luz
Lo has visto arder
En tus carnes fue
Y ahora ya no
Hay hielo en tu mitad
Lejos la sombra gris
Voy más allá
Agradecerás la claridad
Mirad al Sol Austral
Consumiéndose
Ofreciéndote casi calor
Mirad al Sol Austral
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10. |
Man ray gun
02:53
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We got a man, man ray gun
We can live whatever you dream
We sell power, corruption and lies
We sell your life so cheap as we can
Forget your wife, forget your sons
They were fakes to make you feel alive
All your world is a set,
All your life had been a sad fiction tech
We gotta man ray gun
Future is in our hands
Don't beg God to have mercy
He's our hired demiurge
You’re gonna fall, you’re gonna fall
We gotta a man… ray gun
We gotta man ray gun
We’ll turn your brain into bubblegum
Forget your time, forget your life
You’re dead, you’re really dead
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11. |
Villa
02:27
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Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Void
Kyrie eleison
Earth, Fire, Wind, Water, Void
Spem in alium
Moving meditation
got a plan, things will change
MD Bodhisattva
Intruder in female’s room
intruder in female’s dream
MD Bodhisattva
MD
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12. |
Blanco perfecto
05:52
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Cambios de temperatura
La furia de Calypso
El ritmo en el hielo
Me dejo llevar
Con cabeza de perro
Cantarás una canción
Desde el reino de los muertos
Sólo sigue… la pantalla
Ávido de lluvia
Tirado en el suelo
Sigue sigue la sonrisa
Metálica... blanca nuclear
Perfecto vino griego
Con furia diluida
Desde el reino de los muertos
Cantarás así… una canción
Blanco perfecto...
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13. |
Positive
03:12
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I’m a boy in a happy happy town
I say I’m positive, I’m fine
I love to live and I love to love
I got a girl with a beauty eyes
I’m gonna sing this song for her
And for my parents too
I’m gonna say again
I’m… positive
All right, I’m so positive
I love life, I love to love
God bless the whole world!
All right, I’m so positive
I love life, I love to love
There ain’t no crisis in my mind
I want to study and learn
And be a good boy and smile
I love every flower just under the sky
Never in the margins
Counting every flower
I could kill
To make my dreams come true
I’m… positive
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Matogrosso Santiago De Compostela, Spain
Mato Grosso are a free-punk band from Santiago DC. Formed by Josete, Ramón, J. Pombo & LeRoi in 2010, who had played in classic bands such as Fame Neghra, Samesugas, The Homens or Fulsomes. Mato Grosso professes an orthodox DIY, which means that they have not record company, they're not belong to SGAE and only distributes his music in physical format by request. ... more
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