1. |
Cels i Mars
03:34
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El vent gronxa el que ja no és un somni,
suaument s’apropa perquè l’acaroni.
Em diu que mai no es fa tard
per oblidar el que no ha passat.
M’espero a Istanbul amb el cor a la mà
per poder compartir tot el que hauré trobat, trobat…
...en els cels i en els mars
en els ulls i les mans,
en el fosc més profund,
ben al fons, ben enllà,
què hi haurà, què hi haurà…
El vent gronxa el que ja no és un somni,
suaument s’apropa perquè l’acaroni.
Em diu que em farà un racó
on viu per escoltar cançons
que em porten a un lloc
del que no et puc parlar.
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2. |
Por Algún Puerto
04:08
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Quiero pensar que no es un adiós,
quizá un hasta luego, que irá bien para los dos.
Y mientras tanto recordaré qué es lo que hicimos
para no ver lo esencial, que no es racional.
Reencontraremos aquellos hobbies
que nos hacían sentir tan especiales.
Haremos planes, tal vez imposibles.
Pero, ¿qué más da? Nunca nos importó.
Son esas cosas que no hay que olvidar.
Y no puede ser que esta historia vaya a acabar.
Somos más de finales abiertos.
Porque entre tanta normalidad no tendremos más remedio
que encontrarnos por algún puerto.
Renunciaremos a aquellos temas
del Kanka o Pink Floyd para no naufragar
Aunque con el agua ya por el cuello,
prefiero hundirme para encontrarte una vez más.
En sueños valdrá.
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3. |
Things That I Would Do
02:46
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I can see you’d smash a plate
over that girl the one you hate
your eyes tell me but only when they’re not heard.
It’s hard for me to understand
why would you prefer a thumb
to stop being this kind of dumb.
Oh, you don’t make me feel
like I want to fit in, no, no
I try to deal with it
but those ain’t things,
things that I would do
I don’t pretend to be rude,
it’s not that I’m in a bad mood
things like these appear out of the blue
Like these kiddos in the train,
nothing to do at 6AM,
but spamming his fucking music in vane.
Oh you don’t make me feel
like I want to be here anymore.
I try to deal with it
but those ain’t things,
things that I would do.
Oh, you don’t make me feel
like I want to fit in, no, no
I try to deal with it
but those ain’t things,
things that I would do
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4. |
In the Middle of the Sea
04:18
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I started my trip in Nantucket one day of May
with the will to become a free man.
A broken boat and four bottles of rum,
on my way to freedom, my desire of joy.
In the middle of the sea,
there I will be free.
In the middle of the sea,
there I will find myself.
Two hours after I departed
my stomach begins to feel very sick.
I puked for hours, I needed to stop
but I couldn’t find where to park.
In the middle of the sea,
no one can take care of me.
In the middle of the sea,
no cigars, no TV.
Oh, night here it comes,
strange creatures are filling the sky.
Is it my head? Or is it the rum?
I wish I had my pills!
In the middle of the sea,
night is darker than I thought.
In the middle of the sea,
there’s no escape for me,
there I will find myself!
And a strong storm appeared,
wind blowing like a God’s rage to my boat.
The wood began to break, the oars miles away,
at the end just me and the milky way.
In the middle of the sea,
anguish under me.
In the middle of the sea,
my life will end up there,
no cigars, no TV!
When things can’t get worse,
a miracle can show up.
In my case, a grey whale.
I woke up in the beach,
lost and confused, tired and bruised.
But alive enough to tell you the story of this landlubber man.
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5. |
Song About a Man
04:07
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This is a song about a man,
about a man who left the dark cloud way behind forever.
This is a song about a man,
about a man who wasn’t any afraid of getting older.
Where are you hidden?
Will I ever know?
You must feel strong
when you are always home,
you’re always home.
I’ve been fighting all life long,
take me back where I come from
so I won’t write this song.
Does sunrise smile to you?
Does it smile to you like when you didn’t have questions?
Do you have mudd in your shoes?
Are they getting any heavier after every oppression?
Where are you hidden?
Will I ever know?
You must feel strong
when you are always home,
you’re always home.
I’ve been fighting all life long,
take me back where I come from
so I won’t write this song.
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6. |
Shelter
03:16
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