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On the B-side
02:39
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Yesterday I nd a silver rose in my trash
Then I realized that I was on the b-side.
Someone on the street was hunting wind with a song
Then I realized that I was on the b-side
When the train arrives a wolfcat cries down the rails
Then I realized that I was on the b-side
Deeply perfect hate as wet as fate destroying my lungs
Then I realized that I was on the b-side
Burn another year smash your mouth against your window
Then you'll realize that you are on the b-side
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2. |
Chaos on the table
01:43
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Surrealistic decoration
Holding the night like a a glass of cheap wine
no need to be able
honey it's just chaos
chaos on the table, yeah
Strange beloved blonde cigarette
condemned to die alive on re
no need to be able
honey it's just chaos
chaos on the table, yeah
Unbelievable random mixture
spread with old songs and old lovers pictures
no need to be able
honey it's just chaos
chaos on the table, yeah
Thousand bottles crying alone
they are waiting to conquer the world
no need to be able
honey it's just chaos
chaos on the table, yeah
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3. |
Doctor I need drugs
02:23
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I feel the veins
from my own brain
They sold my soul
i'm just a ghoul
Doctor I need drugs
to justify my life
Doctor I need drugs
to stay in my mind
Rabbid in my ears
Will I die this year?
unHealthy medicine
oil for the machine
Doctor I need drugs
to simplify the night
Doctor I need drugs
to turn my pain in fun
People just forget
that we're all insane
Time for the injection
Nurse! my satisfaction!
Doctor I need drugs
to forget her lies
Doctor I need drugs
please, the fucking pill
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4. |
Ionosphere
02:25
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They're coming, the lunar wolves
through the ionosphere
with a hunger of sadness
such a cosmic murder picture
Lonely girls better go home
too dark to read books
a distant radio is whispering you
lunar wolves are coming, baby
Through the ionosphere
You know up there
You know up there, baby
Don't you cry is just our faith
say goodbye to the moon
silver howlings aproaching
nothing can be stopped, baby
Through the ionosphere
You know up there
You know up there, baby
with a hunger of sadness
At last you can be happy
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Mr. Mîsael & Los Atormentados Barcelona, Spain
Mr Mîsael & los Atormentados es un grupo que comienza sus andanzas en un lejano 2011, graban un primer disco (FUCK OFF) en
un sótano oscuro.
Han tocado por Barcelona en sitos como Monasterio, Meteoro, Marula o la desaparecida Rocksound.
Cantan en inglés, abrazan los monstruos y la melancolía, queman palmeras y peinan pepinos. Suenana a rock, punk, blues, power pop y surf.
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