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Three Irises
03:59
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The secret… I saw behind the door… Three irises… Turn the blue one!
Silent footsteps in the hallway…
Where do these women go? (Where do they go?)
Feel the thread stalking,
remember what you saw.
You cannot hide, you cannot fight, you can’t escape from witches.
You can’t escape, witches aware.
The plan to kill you has been set.
It has been set…
Must hurry, must hurry up!
You can’t escape, witches aware.
Poison’s running through your veins.
You’ve got no time!
Must hurry.
Black magic behind the walls…
Rotten dead bodies are rising.
Blood is been poured as wine
in the name of the evil Greek Queen.
You cannot hide, you cannot fight, you can’t escape from witches.
You can’t escape, witches aware.
The plan to kill you has been set.
It has been set…
Must hurry, must hurry up!
You can’t escape, witches aware.
Poison’s running through your veins.
You’ve got no time!
Must hurry.
You’ve got no time!
Suspiria
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Living With a Reptile
04:03
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A friend told me about David Icke
and since then I cannot sleep at nights.
I saw a two meter lizard walking by…
Guess I’m going mad, I guess I’m going... going fucking mad. I must be going...
I’m going nuts, can’t sleep at nights, I’m living with a reptile.
I watched a video of Obama’s bodyguard.
Goddamned! We’re surrounded by reptilians!
Where the fuck am I gonna hide?
Guess I’m going mad, I guess I’m going... going fucking mad. I must be going...
I’m going nuts, can’t sleep at nights, I’m living with a reptile.
Who’s that knocking? I am so scared.
It’s my flat mate but she’s looking strange.
What the fuck! This ain’t your usual face!
Oh no! You come from outer space!
I’m going nuts, can’t sleep at nights, I’m living with a reptile.
Guess I’m going mad, I guess I’m going... going fucking mad. I must be going...
I’m living with a reptile.
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Open Wounds
02:30
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Your words fall on me like sharp knives,
your actions are the rope were I hang my hope…
Blood and fucking tears, my ink to write
about dying howls from a defeated heart.
Nothing hurts like seeing you recovering so fast
as my days are stuck in the calendar.
Now the mirage of happiness is fucking gone.
With open wounds and sleepless nights
I’m shedding songs that may never see the light.
Anything makes fucking sense to me…
A cocktail of feelings exploding in my chest:
Love, anger, naivety and fucking resentment.
All my effort dropped in the rubbish can…
I won’t let myself sink into your blue eyes again.
Memories and ‘woulds’ and ‘coulds’…
I need to get back the part of me left in you.
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All My Dreams are Dead
04:16
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Sitting by the bedside with a terrible hangover…
Last night got out of my hands. What did you expect?
And once again I start thinking about those days,
when everything was ok,
and listening to sad songs didn’t hurt this way.
‘Cos they remind me of her. Now they remind me of her.
My favourite songs remind me of her.
I seem to be condemned to be unable to walk forward.
Overwhelmed by memories,
like those Wong Kar Wai characters who cannot fight melancholy.
Alone in a world that slowly slips away.
A life that slips away… Alone in a world that slips away.
I’m drunk again, all around’s shaking.
Smell of sweat, bright lights fading.
I’m drunk again, I’ll get nothing.
Tomorrow I’ll have the same feelings.
My dreams are dead.
I’m drunk again, bright lights fading.
I’m drunk again, I’ll get nothing.
Tomorrow will be the same story.
All my dreams are dead.
She woke me up, I live a nightmare instead.
She’s a squatter in my head.
Past gets me chained, I can’t forget.
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Zlatan Barcelona, Spain
Alberto, Enric, Manel, Pau.
Puede que nos hayas visto tocar en Hzero, Still Water to Rain, Cinder, Hangman
Tree, Malas Lenguas, Get it Back o No Second Chance, pero ahora somos ZLATAN!
Ten cuidado, si miras con demasiada atención al lagarto, saltará y te pegará un bocado en el ano.
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