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Dark Corners
03:21
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Anxiety kicks in as he searches in the drawer for a pair of matching socks
Fantasizing with the sting of harpoon heels and swimming in pools of dripping foam
He’s out on his feet walking fancy and dress up, the comfort and the bedwish go on hold and out of sight
The blue lights and the sirens already giving a heads up
That he’ll be very lucky if he don’t get mugged or shot by
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the moonlight
The girl of sunken eyeballs leaving the slaughterhouse
She’s not looking for company much less to be a spouse
The only real reason she would tolerate your sight
To avoid being molested or harassed by
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the moonlight
The place is crowded like Bombay
You better dance and not complain
It’s also wise to watch your step, for…
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the moonlight
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the dark
Vicious scoundrels in the moonlight
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Orange Truck
04:02
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Stained glass windows on the orange truck
Gliding through the street
On the stormy afternoon, where I see you too
Where I see you too
Mammoth on a crystal curb, on crutches on the rain
Ice cream nebula smoke, still lingers on
Still lingers on
And in the neon dream I wonder
Am I in control?
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3. |
Shiver
03:26
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Have you ever felt a warm day?
During winter when the sun rides low in the afternoon
It’s an omen of your suitcase standing in the door
Gritting my teeth knowing that the storm will come
Nothing’s gonna ever make me change
My way, except the moon, your stare, I’m standing
On the edge of the shiver
Have you ever felt the frostbit at your soul at dawn?
The aurora dancing in the middle of your frown
I’ve seen the snowflakes running down your cheek
In a glacier, in a barren ground futile and bleak
Nothing’s gonna ever make me change
My way, except the moon, your stare, I’m standing
On the edge of the shiver
Nothing’s gonna ever make me change
My way, except the moon, your stare, I’m standing
On the edge of the shiver
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4. |
Dynamite
02:49
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On a cyclone of light
Barely holding to the drapes of the blue Steel cage
When the glow bleeding out your lips, reaches my sight
Walking on tar, biting concrete
Frozen on clouds of velvet steam
When you are around
On a clyclone of light
Dynamite in disguise
Cold sweat running down the side of the leather seat
When the sunlight whips your skin
In a movie cliché
Walking on tar, biting concrete
Frozen on clouds of velvet steam
When you are around
On a clyclone of light
And I’m walking down the kitchen
And I’m opening the fridge
But I can’t, remember what I was looking for
Walking on tar, biting concrete
Frozen on clouds of velvet steam
When you are around
On a clyclone of light
Dynamite in disguise
Clueless and out of sight
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5. |
Cities
03:32
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We’ve been turning our heads every five seconds, chronometrically enough
To know I’ve never met your face, that my fringe is full of sweat and that your iris is stabbing my tongue
Now you’re looking at me as if there was something wrong and I can’t help to think “is my shirt looking stupid under the luminol"
Stuck with my face between the wave and the mould where the eyes are looking cold and you’ve got nothing to say
Cities are always as big as your loneliness
Cities are always as big as your loneliness
Cities are always as big as your loneliness
Cities are always
He’s kinda allright she thinks to herself at least he’s not eating detergent or wearing sneakers with leds
Smile and pretend to hear through the shouts, hoping it’s not one of his parents’ death that he’s talking about
Cities are boring and so is your social stress
Cities are boring and so is your social stress
Cities are boring and so is your social stress
Cities are boring
Cities are only as big as your loneliness
Cities are only as big as your loneliness
Cities are only as big as your loneliness
Cities are only
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Don’t wanna hear about your trip
Don’t wanna hear about your mystical relief
Just want the great green fields to drive you to your knees
And see your soul run free
Don’t wanna hear about your revelation
How you make your eyes turn green
I just wanna sneak through the corner of your eye
And see your soul run free
Through the mountains
Through the sea
On the prairie
On the hill
Don’t wanna be your morning mantra
Or the pill that helps you go to sleep
I just want to smash the mirror cut the cord and breathe
And see my soul set free
Through the mountains
Through the sea
On the prairie
On the hill
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SWS
03:00
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Broken bottles in the park
Pride spills on the bright green grass
Dogs are drying in the sun
Sunday glory morning light
Bodies soaked in gin and ash
Fight over a shoulder clash
Marching to the bouncer’s lash
Crawl out of the trenches dusk
Saturday war survivor
Saturday war survivor
Saturday war survivor
Dawning of the squinting eyes
Truce for the weary lungs
Time’s running anticlockwise
Sunday glory morning light
Saturday war survivor
Saturday war survivor
Saturday war survivor
Drying in the morning light
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Corcega Quilmes, Argentina
Corcega es una banda de Quilmes, Buenos Aires, Argentina. Actualmente se encuentra editando su segundo
álbum.
Cristian De Fazio: Voz - Guitarra
Cristobal Torre: Guitarra
Fernando Peiretti: Bajo
Enrico Peiretti: Teclado y sintetizadores
... more
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