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In the badlands
04:06
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Something is really happening,
something is really in the air,
the wind keeps blowing in my ear
and drives me down to the badlands.
Many things are losing weight,
so many things have taken you apart,
you don't have the mind to stay,
go walkabout in the badlands,
you feel alright in the badlands
where your demons are waiting.
Sing it loud,
scream it loud,
if you want to come down
yeah, I want to go down.
Someone must be kidding you
or meaning is just losing all its words
but you don't have something to say,
just blind your faith in the badlands
and cast your fate to the badlands
you'll be alright in the badlands,
where your demons are wasting.
Sing it loud,
scream it loud,
if you want to come down
yeah, I want to go down.
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Jesus Christ wannabe
02:34
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Last dance for a dead man,
shake your body and clap your hands
when he moves his legs like Michael Jackson
trying to do the moonwalk on a sleepy Hudson
He's a Jesus Christ wannabe,
he's a Jesus Christ wannabe
and he's just like you,
he's just like me.
Last match for a dead man,
bet all your money he'll do the rest,
when he throws a punch like Mike Tyson
trying to break the world and become the champion
He's a Jesus Christ wannabe,
he's a Jesus Christ wannabe
and he's just like you,
he's just like me.
When he moves his legs like Michael Jackson
trying to do the moonwalk on a sleepy Hudson
He's a Jesus Christ wannabe,
he's a Jesus Christ wannabe.
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Red balloon
04:25
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I don't trust this country anymore,
I don't trust this world.
I was thinking 'bout tomorrow
losing sight of all my dreams.
Why should I speak my language?
when nobody can understand a word
of what I'm saying.
I was thinking 'bout tomorrow
losing sight of all my dreams.
When will she come down from the stars
to return my soul back to the sky?
I am flying on a red balloon,
can't you see?
It's my red balloon.
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4. |
August burns
03:10
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Slowly thoughts fade,
they cross my window pane
and fall into the blue.
But I'm wondering why
you are always on my mind,
I'm wondering why
you are always on my mind.
August burns in the country,
it keeps alive the hope
that you move back from Paris,
you move back here to me,
even though I know
you don't know me at all.
But I'm wondering why
you are always on my mind,
I'm wondering why
you are always on my mind.
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Lights
03:59
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I won't forget
that we are friends
even if we live so far away
we know some things will never change
My mind goes back
when youth burnt
everything that was on our path
we were shining
like a sunny sunday afternoon
dreamy
White light
turns to red light
it turns to blue light
and then slowly fades to black
lights paint my soul-sight
how I love to be that way
to feel this way
Million thoughts
are landing on my white skin
they cross each other
make my heart bleed
of a pure pure happiness
a kind of blue, blue happiness
You can understand
sure you can
White light...
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Bad teen movie
02:33
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Sitting on the sofa
watching a bad teen movie,
everything is perfect inside the box
when he says:
"Once upon a time
you and I
I was yours and...
you were mine"
But what happens outside the box?
What happened to you?
What happened to me?
The truth is that
nothing would really change
if we met again
met again
Once upon a time
you and I
I was yours and...
you were mine
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Give it a sound
03:43
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It's the same simple word
that you expect to hear from me, oh, oh.
But you know, it's hard to find
the meaning of the feeling I got inside.
Underneath my skin
pulling blood through the veins,
hitting breast again, again
again and again.
If I had to give it a sound,
it would be something like a wow, wow, wow.
But I know it's hard to find
the meaning of the feeling you got inside.
Underneath your skin
pulling blood through the veins,
hitting breast again, again
again and again.
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Bite
02:40
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If I fell in love with you
I'd bite your lips, I'd bite your toes,
I'd just make sure to catch our time
before the fruit could change its taste
Sometimes I wonder, wonder why
I am so tired of being alive
while you are eager for everything
I look around now
and I have to say
it's beautiful
yeah, it's beautiful
Far from springtime flowers bloom,
it doesn't mean that I'm in love.
What the hell, I've pulled your leg
but it's the sweetest lie I've ever said
you're beautiful,
girl, you're beautiful.
It's beautiful,
you're beautiful.
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Ten dead songs
03:14
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I don't know where it ends,
my music has never felt so bad,
closed down, for sale, it has no chance
to be played loud in the air.
And winter comes here to freeze
bodies and souls and energy.
It makes me see the cage I'm in,
it should be automatic to be free.
Ten dead songs and nobody knows but me,
ten dead songs and nobody moans but me,
when all is pornography
you kill, kill kill,
kill, kill, kill.
Mayday! I'm gonna crack,
you'll find my pieces on the ground.
Sad memories I left they're here to hurt again,
and I can feel the cage I'm in
it should be automatic to be free.
Ten dead songs and nobody knows but me,
ten dead songs and nobody moans but me,
if this was pornography...
And you get one more damned song
but I'm not pornography,
you kill, kill, kill,
kill, kill, kill,
oh you have just killed, killed, killed,
killed, killed, killed.
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10. |
Here the night comes
05:22
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Guitar strings are not enough
to reach you now.
Fancy free, without a friend
in this old town.
Here the night comes.
Here the night comes.
Here the night comes and goes.
Bring this kiss straight to the shore
into the sea.
Watch the waves surround me now
and set me free.
Here the night comes.
Here the night comes.
Here the night comes and goes.
Come, morning, come,
morning come.
Please, morning come.
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Love, come on!
02:57
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I thought I was supposed to be alone
but when you entered the room
my head started spinning like a wheel,
so fast I couldn't breathe.
It made me wonder,
it made me wonder
why have you waited for so long?
I was almost dead and gone
waiting for your love.
Love, come on!
Oh, it's so cool to act like a teenager
when you are thirty years old.
You're bringing back the youth
it makes me wonder
Why have you waited for so long?
I was almost dead and gone
waiting for your love.
Love, come on!
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Cabezon Records Verona, Italy
Cabezon è una piccola etichetta discografica nata a Verona nel 2011. Il suo intento è semplicemente quello di contribuire a
dare uno slancio di vitalità a questo paese prima che imploda per sempre, cercando di sfornare buona musica e creare legami artistici ed umani che possano durare anche in una vita extraterrena.
CABEZON RECORDS HA CHIUSO A GENNAIO 2021
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