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QTV
03:10
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One keeps on walking
Straight into town
The other hangs his head so low to the ground
He feels so down
When you're around
For a minute he's a king then he's made to feel a clown
It's no wonder I'm under
Wearing a hat if every hair is not in place
And you can't take a picture without making
Such a ridiculous face
Make a circle around make a line straight across
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Or you can show them the "V" and say that you don't give a toss
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Open your hands let me feed you these pills
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Experience new-gen sensations and thrills
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
La pura fecha
La pura fecha
Tiene el vato tan torcido esta volteando a la derecha
Adrenalina
Adrenalina
Te pega fuerte estando tu parado en la cocina
Sales a la calle
Con coraje
Hasta sonrisa en tu cara
Y pronto te recuerdas, más bien te recuerdan
Que no vales mas nada
Si te enteras de tanto que te hace sentir mal
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Mejor te vas a la mesa y te sirves un cereal
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Créeme que ya no existe lo normal
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Entonces vuélvete loco que es por tu bien estar
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Stick this in your arm and forget all your problems
Or you can open up your mind so we can walk in and solve them
Does it make you proud to say you're American
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
With your hand on your heart as they're waiving the flag again
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
So they deal you a hand and you sit back and read them
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
In the blink of an eye you just lost all your freedoms
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
Que te valga pura verga lo que digan los demás
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2. |
Listening
02:36
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Sickening sorrow inside
Runaway trains with runaway brides
The pain is the color of knives
A new vaccine for the music scene
Sickening sorrow inside
Runaway trains with runaway brides
The pain is the color of knives
A new vaccine for the music scene
You can't silence the whole nation
Such fascination with your provocation
Don't be useless
It's expensive to get out of these traps
Hold the hot tongue
You burned yourself having too much fun
A new tattoo what a silly way to die
A way to die inside
Sickening sorrow inside
Holes in the lawn mirror holes in the life
Keep writing as long as there's light
Keep recording the pigs as they put up a fight
Sickening sorrow inside
Holes in the lawn mirror holes in the life
Keep writing as long as there's light
Keep recording the pigs as they put up a fight
The prinz is an alcoholic, man
Stop pondering, stop worrying
Listen, think and then act
An army with minds as sharp as a tack
Hold the door for the floor
Who has it
Is the media about it
Ring in the year full of fear
Creating new morals with fresh new ideas
Sickening sorrow inside
Runaway trains with runaway brides
The pain is the color of knives
A new vaccine for the music scene
A new vaccine for the music scene
A new vaccine for the music scene
A new vaccine for the music scene
A new vaccine for the music scene
Does the act ever end
Cover lies with more lies
Then you torture your friends
The hostility, it's all your fault
Take your word, so absurd, with a grain of pink salt
Listen, think and then act
Listen, think and then act
Listen, think and then act
Listen, think and then act
We're so useless, we won't ever get out of these traps
We're so useless, we won't ever get out of these traps
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3. |
Whatever She Has
03:55
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In a dimly lit corner
I'm beginning to lose my sense of self
I've got pockets of emptiness
And the cards are stacked, I'm alive
And I'm full of caress
And if the barman gives you something
Turn over look to your left
I'm broken for you, my heart is ripping my chest
Sip and smile for a while
While I begin to slowly lose my mind
I'll buy whatever she'll have
And the cat is in the bag
I'll buy whatever she'll have
The debt is worth the laugh
And if she won't go for that
I will chase her 'til she trips and she falls for me
And she'll fall so deep
I can't believe my state as she walks in these heels
I'm disgusting inside but I'll keep it concealed
And there's so many times I can feel what's inside
And it may mean doing things that I may want to hide cause
A man's gotta do what he thinks he has to do to survive
I'm mad in the head and that I have to disguise
As I get up to leave I wish she'd leave here with me
But I know my thoughts are fucked and diseased
Why is there blood on my hands
It's hard to understand
Why is there blood on my hands
It's so hard to comprehend
Why is there blood on my hands
In the end it's my lack of empathy
Cause a man's gotta do what he thinks he has to do to survive
I'm mad in the head and this I have to disguise
And as I get up to leave
I wish she'd leave here with me
But I don't wish I could change how I think
I've got whatever she has
What she's got is such a drag
I've got whatever she has
It's so sad I have to laugh
I've got whatever she has
In the end it is my lack of empathy
Where's my sympathy
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4. |
13 Temas
02:39
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Para empezar
Necesito un ritmo para hablar
Me quedo sin razón
Peleando batallando con mi alrededor
Distracción es mi fascinación
Niño despistado
Bravo y enojado
Algo que se oculta
Me dueles que sueles echarme la culpa
Ya no quiero
Ser sincero
Si solo cuesta
Quien me presta
Estamos en la gloria
Revolcados, rodeados en memorias
Preguntando al presente si estás, ya
Estamos en la gloria
A través de cenas y penas
Volteando hacia atrás
Queriendo más y más
Quien me levanta
En veces que me pongo a pensar
Quien me soporta
Mi llanto de tanto querer terminar
Hoy me dedico a parar de rogar
Hoy necesito un mejor estar
Pues aquí estoy anclado
Echándole la culpa al pobre pasado
Ya no quiero
Ser sincero
Si solo cuesta
Quien me presta
Estamos en la gloria
Revolcados, rodeados en memorias
Preguntando al presente si estás, ya
Estamos en la gloria
A través de cenas y penas
Volteando hacia atrás
Queriendo más y más
Y más
Nadie debe ser esclavo
Ni al futuro ni al pasado
Nadie debe ser esclavo
Ni al futuro ni al pasado
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5. |
Wang Dang Doodle
02:23
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Neu Noise Mexico City, Mexico
Neu Noise is based out of CDMX, combining sounds and attitudes of Punk, blues, deathrock and electronic music that reminds you of something you can't seem to put your finger on. Founding member Juan Carlos Larios has played and recorded with various artists mostly in the psychobilly scene including Gothabilly band, The Limit Club and the Pioneers of the American psychobilly scene, The Quakes. ... more
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