1. |
Traffic
04:43
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Traffic stops in some kind of trance
Men lose their cars stop making sense
Loose and bemused, foolish grins
They're holding buttercups under their chins
The city street lamps come on soft orange and blushing in the dark / I don't know where er are
In precious light half-submerged a gilded bike wheel gleams a golden curve / half-submerged broken glass glints out in the muddy grass, don't step on it
What is it?
This marvelous thing that lasts only a moment but touches the cold in the dying of light with warm marigold?
Just a tiny star falling down
Day laughs, while slipping away and singing out of his grasp
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2. |
Dandelion
02:51
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I thought itâd never happen
but the distance promised,
a mess
You left me homeless
âcos remember you said, home is where the heart is
And I thought itâd never happen
but keeping progress
I lost faith
In living by myself counting left memories on my shelf
Now youâre gone
A dandelion in bloom only lit by the moon
It wasnât where it should have been
now itâs wilted over weeks, m'agradaria ser millor persona, m'agradaria ser una persona
Need to hear you say youâre over me
Atumn owes me an apology
You like to leave an open door
But i donât have keys anymore
I could follow your footsteps through the frost
But maybe nowâs my chance to get lost
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3. |
Ssenippah
04:59
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I'm an explosion of meanings, you say my head's in the clouds.
Theyâre shocked when believing, my theory of the universe,
the way I find happiness.
And I don't need you to want to solve that,
an inconvenience could be the least of our problems.
This is my life, what's in my mind, nothing else in sight. Don't you dream too? And want to change sometimes...
I can cope with just being, you say my headâs in the clouds.
At least I don't have a ceiling, I like to feel in verse, the way I write happiness.
And I don't need you to want to solve that,
an inconvenience could be the least of our problems.
This is my life, what's in my mind, nothing else inside. Don't you dream too? And want to change sometimes... Don't you dream too? And want to change time?
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4. |
Race Me
05:15
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Wait up,
Iâm feeling like you just made this up,
so you can brush it off.
Wait there, I think I see,
how I can catch you up,
weâre both still far from the top.
Race me far,
from the sun,
stars escape us as we run.
Wait for me to speak up,
truly we only talk when we donât know where we are.
Skies went black, then all the rivers went dry,
itâs hard to keep in track.
Some of them told us,
take just one step too far
and you wonât be coming back.
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5. |
Teriyaki
02:43
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I just wanted to shout loud,
although my fight is not old.
I know thatâll youâll hear me out,
if only your name is called.
We were just messing around,
now all our lives are done sold.
We didnât need a good reason for our hearts to cold.
Cover up our streets,
trying not to see
whatâs up underneath,
rotten to the seams.
Smoking all these trees,
chopping down the trees.
See the rising the seas,
donât ask for the least worst.
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Saltamarges Girona, Spain
Record label and collective based in Girona / Barcelona since 2011.
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