1. |
I fiori degli schiavi
01:41
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Non metterò fiori alla finestra del carcere in cui m’hanno cresciuto
Non pulirò le scale del patibolo e mi rivendico detenuto
Ai ferri corti con i codardi
che mal si nascondono e inciampano nei loro guinzagli
Hai chiuso la porta non aprirai mai
Ti riconosci schiavo?
Hai chiuso la porta non aprirai mai
La chiave d’uscita sei tu e non lo sai
Sei il carceriere di un ego virtuale
il surrogato di ogni tuo istinto, sei tu al tuo funerale
Hai chiuso la porta non aprirai mai
Ti riconosci schiavo?
Hai chiuso la porta non aprirai mai
La chiave d’uscita sei tu e non lo sai
consapevole di essere il mio unico boia
affilo la lama del mio futuro
e aspetto, aspetto, aspetto
Hai chiuso la porta non aprirai mai
Ti riconosci schiavo?
Hai chiuso la porta non aprirai mai
La chiave d’uscita sei tu e non lo sai
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"The flowers of the slaves"
I won’t place any flowers at the window of the jail where they raised me
Won’t clean up the stairs of the gallows, and I claim myself prisoner
At each other’s throats with the cowards
who badly hide themselves and stumble in their leads
You shut the door, you’ll never open
Do you recognize the slave?
You shut the door, you’ll never open
The key to get out is you and you don’t know
You are the jailer of a virtual ego
surrogate of every instinct, that’s you at your funeral
You shut the door, you’ll never open
Do you recognize the slave?
You shut the door, you’ll never open
the key to get out is you and you don’t know
Aware of being my only hangman
I sharpen the blade of my future
and wait, wait, wait
You shut the door, you’ll never open
Do you recognize the slave?
You shut the door, you’ll never open
The key to get out is you and you don’t know
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2. |
Resilience
03:15
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A blank piece of paper rests on the table
I think I’ve no words anymore
I envy myself when I was snotty and rebel
‘cos all my persistence is gone
I need a resolution, a better place to go
where I have few books to read, my girl and my dogs
resilience is heading, holding my will, I’m alive
I was sick of seeking you
I was sick of seeking you
I felt forsaken and confused
‘cos I’ve got nothing, nothing to lose yet
There’s rust on the frame but not on the picture
I’m saving the best from that boy
that felt like a loser but with something to prove
with a gaze full of sorrow and joy
He dreamt a revolution, a safer place to go
just booze and punk rock, boycott and revolt
resilience was heading, holding his will, he was alive
He was sick of seeking you
he was sick of seeking you
He felt forsaken and confused
‘cos he’s got nothing, nothing to lose yet
“Life’s too short to waste”
is a cheap sentence
a good eulogy for everyone
but it’s easier to be said than done
She was leaving an addiction, carving a new path
through mountains of bad memories, making peace with past and
resilience was heading, holding her will, she was alive
She was sick of seeking you
She was sick of seeking you
She felt forsaken and confused
‘cos she’s got nothing, nothing to lose
Somebody is sinking
somebody has drowned
I’m fighting and rising
but I’m drenched to the bones
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3. |
Come a Kobane
01:37
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Ho gli occhi al cielo che piangono bombe
un cuore crollato tra martiri e tombe
Rojava insegna, Rojava insegna la dignità
Rojava insegna, come a Kobane No Pasaran!
Su terra antica che aiuta ad alzarmi
nascono fiori accanto alle armi
Rojava insegna, Rojava insegna la dignità
Rojava insegna, come a Kobane No Pasaran!
E quando intorno si alzano
muri d’odio, troverò
resistenza, solidarietà
e una scritta trionferà:
The only way to stop the hate
is with love and YPG
The only way to stop the hate
is with love and YPJ
Rojava insegna, Rojava insegna la libertà
Rojava insegna, come a Kobane No Pasaran!
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"Like in Kobane"
I have pointed on the sky my eyes crying bombs
A collapsed heart among martyrs and tombs
Rojava teaching, Rojava teaching dignity
Rojava teaching, like in Kobane No Pasaran!
On ancient ground helping me to stand up
flowers are growing next to the weapons
Rojava teaching, Rojava teaching dignity
Rojava teaching, like in Kobane No Pasaran!
And when around rise
walls of hate, I’ll find
resistance, solidarity,
and a writing will prevail:
The only way to stop the hate
is with love and YPG
The only way to stop the hate
is with love and YPJ
Rojava teaching, Rojava teaching dignity
Rojava teaching, like in Kobane No Pasaran!
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4. |
Monsanto is killing me
02:49
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Everybody is talking ‘bout the weather
in my block nobody is used to lies
things are bad and won’t get any better
the eldest say it just looking at the sky
The things are bad, won’t get any better
We run away from misery
slaughtered by technology
in our mind we know our enemy
To avoid the pitfalls and the backhoes
to not get sick because of pesticides
we’ll chase that dry riverbed and arrange
in a shelter far from what we leave behind
The things are bad, won’t get any better
We run away from misery
slaughtered by technology
in our mind we know our enemy
We are savage, we are free
we live in peace and equality
but in our mind we know our enemies
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5. |
Ciò che conta
02:54
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Mentre impreco il cielo
con fulmini e con rabbia
il terreno sotto i piedi
invecchia come le mie ossa
che dolgono e che vogliono uscire dalla carne
per poi tornare libere, per poi tornare cenere
e vivere nell’aria, nel cielo e dentro il mare
in tutte quelle onde che si vanno a frantumare
Va bene e così sia,
via nelle tenebre del caos
nelle mille vie che la vita mi propone
senza più paure, senza direzione
E vivere nell’aria, nel cielo e dentro il mare
in tutte quelle onde che si vanno a frantumare
e a consumare il mondo che io odio, porcoddio
onda dopo onda finché niente, niente più ci sia
E nei vulcani, io brucerò
nelle tempeste io ci sarò
Di altre vite ma che ne sai
io non ho dio né ora né mai
E se non lascio segni
e se non lascio tracce
se non ho più sogni a nessuno gliene importa
almeno c’ho provato ed è questo ciò che conta
E vivrò nell’aria, nel cielo e dentro il mare
in tutte quelle onde che si vanno a frantumare
e a consumare il mondo che io amo, porcoddio
onda dopo onda finché niente più ci sia
E nei vulcani, io brucerò
nelle tempeste io ci sarò
Di altre vite ma che ne sai
io non ho dio né ora né mai
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"What counts"
While I curse the sky
with flashes and with rage
the ground under my feet
is aging like my bones
that hurt and that want to get out of the flesh
for then get back to freedom, for then get back to ashes
and live in the air, in the sky and in the sea
in all those waves going to crash on the beach
All right, so shall it be
away in the shadows of chaos
among a thousand ways life is suggesting me
without any more fear, with no more direction
And living in the air, in the sky and in the sea
in all those waves going to crash on the beach
and to consume the world that I hate, porcoddio
wave after wave until nothing, nothing will be there
And in volcanoes I will burn
In the storms, there I will be
What do you know of other lives
I have no god, not now and for life
And if I don’t leave a sign
And if I don’t leave a track
If I have no more dreams, nobody will care
At least I did a try and this is what counts
And I’ll live in the air, in the sky and in the sea
in all those waves going to crash on the beach
and to consume the world that I love, porcoddio
wave after wave until nothing, nothing will be there
And in volcanoes I will burn
In the storms, there I will be
What do you know of other lives
I have no god, not now and for life
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6. |
Love and rage
03:11
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Well I wanna freeze my feelings right tonight
it’s not so fucking easy, you know, I’m pretty shy
I feel deceived, I feel defeated, my heart has been broken
I had hopes, I felt strong, in all this time I was not joking
I believed in this feeling inside me
the certainty we are right, they’re not
We could make a great alternative
to their fucking system but seasons are crawling beside me
But I still thought the words have a germinal power
louder then a bomb, songs that start the fire
from the mind through the spine, rhymes that changed my life
and I can’t describe the love and the rage I’ve got inside
And I can’t say if I’m broken or damaged
but I’m sure to feel the pain
And I can’t say if I broken or damaged
but I still feel the same old rage anyway
and to see so many friends take it like a game
acting like bored boys to the rebellion play
It made me sick and desperate watch ’em come and go
a flash goodby while I’ve never ever joked
‘cos I believe in this feeling inside me
the certainty we are right, they’re not
we can make a great alternative
to their fucking system and system won’t defeat me
So that’s the plan for tomorrow, a diy community
that plant seeds of liberty, love, creativity
to not be wrong, to not be lost, we should not ever leave
it’s not about redemption, it’s the passion that we need
And I can’t say if we’re broken or damaged
but I’m sure we feel the pain
And I can’t say if we’re broken or damaged
but we wanna break the chains anyway
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7. |
Con le zanne al collo
04:01
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Il bus per Bekasi non passerà
a Bimo non importa, comunque si suonerà
per chi ha le spalle al muro o le zanne al collo
il punk è vita in faccia, la scelta di chi non è d’accordo
Up the pirate punx
Back to Tangeerang
Up the pirate punx
Hey boys, Ciu in hell!
Anche a Jakarta non ci sono stelle
qui come in Emilia le paure son quelle.
Rabbia e ribellione a questo sistema
e io mi sento a casa qui dall’altra parte di sto cazzo di pianeta
Up, up the pirate punx
Back to Tangeerang
Up the pirate punx
Hey girls, Ciu in hell!
White fangs, black rags
is everything I need
White fangs, black rags
the tribe is closing in
that’s my family, a loud minority
without authority, fuck authority
I’ve got my family, a loud minority
without authority, fuck authority
Da Bandung a Cipanas su navi pirata
alte le nostre bandiere sulla carovana!
A Taring Babi si insegna la rivoluzione
come sognare e boicottare questa nazione
Up, up the pirate punx
Back to Tangeerang
Up the pirate punx
Hey friends, Ciu in hell!
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"Fangs around the neck"
The bus to Bekasi is not gonna arrive
Bimo doesn’t care, anyway we’re gonna play
for those having the back against the wall or fangs around the neck
punk is life in your face, the choice of those who disagree
Up the pirate punx
Back to Tangeerang
Up the pirate punx
Hey boys, Ciu in hell!
Even in Jakarta there are no stars
here like in Emilia they got the same fears
Rage and rebellion against this system
I feel home on the other side of this fucking planet
Up the pirate punx
Back to Tangeerang
Up the pirate punx
Hey boys, Ciu in hell!
White fangs, black rags
is everything I need
White fangs, black rags
the tribe is closing in
That’s my family, a loud minority
without authority, fuck authority
I’ve got my family, a loud minority
without authority, fuck authority
From Bandung to Cipanas on pirate ships
our rags waving high on the caravan
In Taring Babi they’re teaching revolution
learning how to dream and boycott this nation
Up the pirate punx
Back to Tangeerang
Up the pirate punx
Hey friends, Ciu in hell!
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8. |
Vomito sul mondo
02:03
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Sigarette e birra, polveri sottili.
Faccio colazione col catarro e due frollini
Mi sento una merda, vedo già il tramonto.
La vita mi sta presentando il conto
Ma non ho un soldo
Son tutto rotto
Ma non ho sonno
E scappo senza pagare!
Vizi capitali, ne conosco due:
ira, gola, ira, gola, sbocco nelle vie
Sto imbarcando acqua, lontano vedo il porto
ma la vita mi sta presentando il conto
Ma non ho un soldo
Son tutto rotto
Ma non ho sonno
E scappo senza pagare!
Arsura ignobile, indelebile,
un suicidio lento ma bello da morire
Vado a testa alta verso l'aldilà.
Il sesso fatto male dentro al bagno di quel bar
Come faceva mio nonno
vomito sul mondo che mi presenta il conto
Ma non ho un soldo
Son tutto rotto
Ma non ho sonno
E scappo senza pagare!
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"Life is showing me the bill"
Cigarettes and beer, particulate matter.
My breakfast based on sputum and a couple of frollinis
I already see the sunset, feeling like a shit
Life is showing me the bill
But I’ve no money
I am all broken
But I’m not tired
And run off without paying
Capital vices, I know two of them:
wrath gluttony wrath gluttony I puke in the streets
I’m taking on water, see the harbour in the distance
but life is showing me the bill
But I’ve no money
I am all broken
But I’m not tired
And run off without paying
Despicable, permanent thirst
A slow suicide, beautiful as hell
My head high, I walk towards the afterlife
That bad sex had in that toilet of that bar
Like my grandfather used to do
I puke on the world that is showing me the bill
But I’ve no money
I am all broken
But I’m not tired
And run off without paying
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9. |
In via Togliatti
03:35
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In Via Togliatti
In via Togliatti ci sono piante d’alloro,
due osterie, una galera ma nessun manicomio
M’hanno spedito lontano
che se l’occhio non vede, il cuore non duole
Mi avrebbero dato una mano
ma solo per via del mio cognome
Mi troverai a maledirvi
mi troverai da solo col dolore
ma fiero di non sentirmi figlio di un dio migliore
In via Togliatti ci sono targhe al valore,
case del popolo, chiese, ma nessun peccatore.
Quando un vizio è privato
non scelgono sempre il bene migliore
Il male che ho dentro mi è innato
e mal si addiceva al mio cognome
Mi troverai a maledirvi
mi troverai da solo col dolore
ma fiero di non sentirmi figlio di un dio migliore
Compagni dai campi e dalle officine
guardate la fine che avete fatto
io figlio malnato e rinnegato
di una cultura cattocomunista
guardo il vostro mondo e mi vergogno
mi vergogno di voi, sicuri di voi
dentro alle mura della democrazia
non concedete niente perchè niente vi è concesso
In via Togliatti ci sono aiuole curate
mercati e bambini di giorno, di notte puttane
A Villa Igea m’han lasciato
tanto là fuori nessuno mi vuole,
aspetto la morte sedato
e maledico il mio cognome
Mi troverai a maledirvi
mi troverai da solo col dolore
ma fiero di non sentirmi figlio di un dio migliore
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In via Togliatti
In via Togliatti there are bay trees,
two inns, a prison but no madhouse
They shipped me far away
‘cause if it’s out of sight, then it’s out of mind
They’d have given me a hand
but just thanks to my family name
You’ll find me cursing you
you’ll find me alone with my pain
but proud of not feeling like the son of a better god
In via Togliatti there are plates of valor
citizen’s centres, churches, but no sinners
When a vice is private
not always they opt for the best
The evil I bare inside is innate
and was badly matching my family name
You’ll find me cursing you
you’ll find me alone with my pain
but proud of not feeling like the son of a better god
Comrades from the fields and from the factories
look what the hell happened to you
Me, wretched and rejected son
of a catholic-communist culture
I look at your world and feel ashamed
ashamed of you, so confident on yourselves
inside the walls of democracy
you’re not giving a thing ‘cause nothing is given to you
In via Togliatti there are clean-cut flower beds
daylight markets and kids, nightlife hookers
They left me at Villa Igea
out there nobody wants me
Sedated I wait for my death
and curse my family name
You’ll find me cursing you
you’ll find me alone with my pain
but proud of not feeling like the son of a better god
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10. |
The sin pyre
03:18
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A homicide, another cry
another dead child on the shoreline
and false teardrops shine on the public eyes
and I watch my family sink into a ocean of lies, lies…
A genocide, a bloody line,
another stupid border made by
walls, blocks, cops, stops, I ended up on a
Sin pyre. Identify me and crucify me
Sin pyre. Blame me, fuck me and victimize me and set fire
while my only guilt and sin is to be a refugee
Dehumanize and terrorize
Another bloody mass hysteria
like in a witch hunt they set up pyres
I watch my family’s heart drenched by hate, hate…
A genocide, a bloody line,
another stupid border made by
walls, blocks, cops, stops, I ended up on a
Sin pyre. Identify me and crucify me
Sin pyre. Blame me, fuck me and victimize me and set fire
Set fire and spit on me
there’s barbed wire on my destiny
Sin pyre. Identify me and crucify me
Sin pyre. Blame me, fuck me and victimize me and set fire
Set fire to your deeper shame
Set fire to your fears and mistakes
Set fire the blood on your hands
The Sin Pyre is your consciousness
While my only guilt and sin is to be a human being
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11. |
I lavoratori della notte
02:30
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Dritto avanti tutta che indietro non si torna
a sbirri e serrature ho dichiarato guerra.
Pirati in questo mare di squali ed avvoltoi
la proprietà è un furto per quelli come noi
Privilegi e autorità
covano in seno alla tua invidia
Privilegi e autorità
nati dal veleno di chi teme la libertà
Notte, compagna nostra, cela i nostri passi
e portaci nel buio a sottrarre ogni ricchezza
e a consegnare agli avidi che umiliano e che sfruttano
un’alba di casseforti vuote che se la ridono
Privilegi e autorità
covano in seno alla tua invidia
Privilegi e autorità
nati dal veleno di chi teme la libertà
Colpevole di aver rubato ai poveri di cuore
Che il tutto sia di tutti e il niente non ci sia
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"The workers of the night"
Ahead, full steam ahead, for there is no way back
I have declared war to cops and to locks
Pirates in this sea of sharks and vultures
Property is a theft for those like us
Privileges, authorities
hatch in the womb of your envy
Privileges authorities
born from the poison of those who fear liberty
Night, our fellow night, please hide our steps
and lead us to steal every treasure in the dark
and deliver to the greed who humiliate and exploit
a dawn of empty grinning vaults
Privileges, authorities
hatch in the womb of your envy
Privileges authorities
born from the poison of those who fear liberty
Guilty to have stolen from the false-hearted
May all be for all and may nothing not be at all
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12. |
The black list
03:44
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I need a reason to wake up
‘cos the world outside’s fucked up
Oh, I need to leave behind my badlands full of lies
where everybody’s hostile, isolation is the price
I swallowed the rules, I fall down confused
‘cos I can’t find my peace of mind in any drugs or booze. Nothing new!
I’m a lonely, lonely wolf, on a lonely dead-end road
I threw my life away for something new,
I’m a lonely, lonely wolf, on a lonely dead-end road
I throw my mind, my mind away
and it’s fine to not look back anyway
I need a reason to give up
I need a reason to cut the crap
Usually I hate the people who commit suicide
but the time has come, I’ve got enough, I wanna give a try
yeah, death like an option, death like a reason
to feel alive across my very intimate last second.
I’m a lonely, lonely wolf, on a lonely dead-end road
I threw my life away for something new,
I’m a lonely, lonely wolf, on a lonely dead-end road
I throw my mind, my mind away
Maybe I go out for a walk
Stop it, I don’t wanna talk
Maybe I should call home
and tell ’em I’m not alive anymore
I’m a lonely, lonely wolf, on a lonely dead-end road
I threw my life away for something new,
I’m a lonely, lonely wolf, on a lonely dead-end road
I throw my mind, my mind away
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13. |
No reason why
03:13
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The clock strikes midnight and I’m waiting
the shift change is here, I’m in time
My apron is clean like my rubber boots
but my soul is covered by grime
The vision of blood is so draining
but existence entails sacrifice
As my forefather did, as my culture teaches
to slaughter living things is not a crime
I ain’t no tears to cry
‘cos killing for a living is my alibi
I ain’t no tears to cry
no compassion for animals and there’s no reason why
Tonight the guilt is overwhelming
the cries trouble my mind
their sorrow is real, at the sight of the knife
and their blood is red just as mine
I ain’t no tears to cry
‘cos killing for a living is my alibi
I ain’t no tears to cry
no compassion for animals and there’s no reason why
I read it in the bible, they teach it in the schools
mankind’s the better race, the planet is just a tool
but that’s the way things are and no, it’s not my blame
‘cos people authorize me inflict them this pain
I ain’t no tears to cry
‘cos killing for a living is my alibi
I ain’t no tears to cry
no compassion for animals and there’s no reason why
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Litanie di rassegnazione
da fabbriche, chiese e caserme
entrano cupe nelle persone
come bufere d’inverno
E come la pioggia corrode
le infamie che uccidono la rabbia
In lotta costante con il presente,
il nemico lo cela la nebbia
Requiem per il passato
Requiem per ciò che hai lasciato
Requiem per il presente
che forse domani non avrai niente
Preghiere pagane e lamenti,
dannati che cercano salvezza
lontano dai vostri valori e certezze,
qualcuno ricerca vendetta
Requiem per il passato
Requiem per ciò che hai lasciato
Requiem per il presente
che forse domani non avrai niente
Che le parole diventino vita e colpiscano senza paura
che quello che loro chiamano il male
per noi diventi la cura
la volontà eluda l’istinto e diventi la madre dei folli
e il sol dell’avvenire svegli gli schiavi
e porti un mondo che crolli
Il buio viene a schiarire le idee
e distrugge certezze
a voi che credete di avere risposte
vi lascia solo amarezze
Requiem per il passato
Requiem per ciò che hai lasciato
Requiem per il presente
che forse domani non avrai niente
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"The tragedy of certainties"
Resignation litanies
from factories, churches and army bases
darkly sneak into people
like winter blizzards
And like the rain corrodes
villainies that are killing the rage
Constantly struggling with the present,
the enemy is hidden in the fog
Requiem for the past
Requiem for what you left
Requiem for the present
for maybe tomorrow you won’t have a thing
Pagan prayers and complaints,
the damned seeking salvation
Away from your values and certainties
somebody is seeking revenge
Requiem for the past
Requiem for what you left
Requiem for the present
for maybe tomorrow you won’t have a thing
May words come to life
and strike without fear
May what they call evil
become for us the cure
May the will elude the instinct
and become the fools’ mother
May the sun of the future wake up slaves
and bring a world falling apart
Darkness comes to enlighten ideas
and destroy certainties
For you who believe to know the answers,
it leaves you just with bitterness
Requiem for the past
Requiem for what you left
Requiem for the present
for maybe tomorrow you won’t have a thing
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15. |
It's going to rain
03:59
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I hate this crowded station on the fucking Christmas day
the doors close and bring you away
I give up my hopes on the track nr. 3
I hold back tears I got to let them free, yeah
I told you many times I can’t write any love song
because I was afraid to make it wrong
this is not the way, yeah maybe it makes you blue
but now I’d love to be right there with you
It’s going to rain
it’s going to rain, to rain
It’s going to rain
it’s going to rain, to rain
I hope it washes our pain away, away
waiting for another sunny day
yeah, life has been so rude despite the things we do
it fell apart, and we burned the fuse.
This green bottle is my christmas tree tonight.
Cheers my sweet, the storm is going to arrive
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NoWhiteRag Bologna, Italy
Pirate Punx since 2003 from Mvtina / Bologna, shITALY.
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Tape Split /w Random Blackouts
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supported by 7 fans who also own “Resilience”
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