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Knock yourself out
to reach an uncomfortable welfare.
The plants don’t grow in such,
such a hostile place.
Smiling’s not a guarantee.
All was in vain.
Do not try to clean it
up with famous quotes.
It’s not me, it’s the monster
born from you
who don’t believe
in anything better.
(Something better)
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The Masquerade
03:41
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His twisted mind
took him there to avoid
the masquerade.
“It was by chance”
He had to say more than once
trying to hide a shade bigger
than the pain she left
when she said it was the end.
I’ve been to Rome
searching for the missing gold
born during a sunset.
And when she saw him through the mirror
her books fell again to the ground
with terror.
Meanwhile he waits
he’s pleasuring himself
with images from the place that now
no longer exits.
I went for you
to show you something unusual
that you haven’t seen before.
I will not leave here
until she becomes one more prey.
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Stars
02:17
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Look into their eyes.
Benefit from them.
Don’t let anyone
disturb your strategy.
They’re another breed.
They’re an overdose of greed.
Some have flown so high for so long
that they even run out of air.
Like it happens to the stars,
they all end up the same way.
Did you at least find out the truth?
I’m not getting involved for sure.
There are more idiots out there
than all the stars you can see.
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4. |
Stockholm
04:39
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Don’t make her talk again
Compassion’s not a friend.
She still nds it hard to assimilate
how she could be so naive.
She thought it was a game.
She thought she was the one who decided
when she would leave or stay.
Don’t make her talk again.
During the calm, she recalls him.
His gaze in private
or when nobody observed him.
She wants to go back to
when everything was yet to be achieved.
She sold out what little
innocence she had left.
She wants to know
how to get to Stockholm
and meet up with:
The Braille hidden in his ngers.
The ocean of his words.
A language only they spoke.
A cage she will never be able to
get out of.
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Thirst
03:37
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The house of everyone
where we try to seek part of ourselves.
An ego rumbling hard
able to break ancient convictions.
Look up.
The dome will weak up your thirst.
Within the tourist crowd
I’ve never felt myself like that before.
It will ll you with faith
and nothing will be the same.
Look up.
Get high of light,
and nothing will be the same.
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6. |
Too Good to Last
05:41
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There is something behind us
very hot on our hills.
This pursuit is the consequence
to dare to play with them.
He will find,
sooner or later,
he will have to be shut up.
Most likely he will become
“one out of many”.
Too good to last.
He expects to succeed
without paying respective fees
Despite all you still believe in it:
Overthrow their empire.
Can you smell it?
It’s like gas.
They cannot take any risks.
He will find himself cornered
and at that time, it’s
too late to ask.
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7. |
I Used to
03:30
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Look at me like as if
there’s something left of it.
Don’t ask me what I did.
I used to… be that one.
Nothing is wrong with me.
You cannot deal with it.
An unconditional breeze
facing your precious things.
I used to… be that one who still in you.
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Outsider
03:51
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Beat it, defeat it
If you dare, abandon them at once.
You say you did it for honor.
You can’t be part of it.
Squeeze it a little more.
Meanwhile, try to hide that smile.
But here you got the gun.
You can just trust
the man in the mirror.
Outside, outside.
Nothing lies.
I’ll never doubt outside.
Outside, outside.
Your crimes are true
And you won’t pay for it.
Outside.
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Recent Ghosts
04:30
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Not a long time ago
we were our own slaves.
We were ink sliding on the wall.
So vulnerable, so full of shame
that they even cracked inside.
Who was going to say it?
Who was going to trust
those two refugees who escaped
from their recent ghosts?
If we are free enough,
if we are on our own,
remind me how to proceed.
You can’t see them
and they are yours,
and they just want to get along.
They say they don’t leave completely,
That there’s always
something left inside of us.
Look at them how lucky they
are for having nothing to fear ever.
Ever.
Not a long time ago,
we didn’t have this sun.
I’m not yet ready for the calm.
Sometimes it looks like a bad joke.
At least we know
there’s something beyond
The facts, the words…
and they are yours.
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10. |
Yes we do / Yes we are
02:35
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We’re going to lie down here
until the sand covers us,
because we already don’t
owe anything but to ourselves.
Yes we do.
It is a fruitful day,
artistically and legally.
We’re breaking up frontiers.
Yes we are.
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Pablo Petidier Jerez, Spain
Pablo Petidier is a songwriter from Jerez de la Frontera (Spain).
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