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Black clouds
02:36
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Black clouds are getting closer
and darkness falls again, it falls again...
Black clouds are getting closer
and darkness falls again, it falls again, again, again...
Black clouds never dissipate,
black clouds have always been near.
Should we just give in? We could be a hurricane...
or give me shelter from the storm.
We could be a hurricane...
or at least give me shelter from the storm.
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I spit on your graves
02:58
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Time has come, meet my vengeance
against your race, class and its haughtiness.
Your supremacy has created me
and now this monster is about to kill.
You will kneel, I will stand.
I spit on your graves.
Time has come, meet my vengeance
against your race, class and its haughtiness.
Win you over and then the blow.
Throw off the mask, obey my law.
You will kneel and kiss my ring.
I spit on your graves.
Win you over and then the blow.
Throw off the mask, obey my law.
Well, we are facing the end. Pretty soon I’ll reveal my secrets...
I caressed you where skin’s soft like feathers
to trick you. You can’t escape from my shackles!
Now you kneel, I’m the death!
Now you kneel, I’m the fucking death!
Rich and young but so credulous...
Who’s the white now? Obey my law.
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1966
02:45
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Today, when revolutions are impossible and bloody wars loom, when capitalism is unsure of its rights and the working class is in retreat, when the lightning progress of science makes future centuries hauntingly present, when the future is more present than the present, when distant galaxies are on my doorstep.
My fellow creature, my brother,
Where do we start? But start what?
The limits of Language are the world’s limits. And when I speak, I limit the world, I finish it.
And one inevitable and mysterious day death will come and abolish these limits (it will all be a blur).
But if by chance things come into focus again, it may only be with the advent of conscience. Everything will follow from there.
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Same old race
05:18
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New rats, same fucking race.
Talking proudly about your dedication.
There‘s no passion, it’s just self-exploitation.
Enjoy the stress you’re glad to embrace.
The same alienation but in a brand new form,
just a new form.
The battle is lost.
It’s in your head… misunderstood effort.
New rats, same old race.
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Spiritual masters
02:06
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Where are we heading to?
Business magnates, the new
spiritual masters of the blinded masses.
Who the fuck are we praising?
Investors who are creating
new needs to increase their benefits.
No, you are not my hero.
I don’t give a damn ‘bout your new invention.
You are not my hero.
I don’t give a damn.
No, I don’t need your needs, your shit… you
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Force that smile
03:20
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Prefabricated dreams in sunny beaches,
back-lit young bodies all around...
Fake smiles sell me happiness.
Esthetic clichés getting ragged...
Bombed by all this images of perfection,
imaginary lifes to be reproduced...
Force that smile, sell me Eden.
Esthetic clichés overused...
All that glitters is not gold...
They are all dressed up in plastic wrap,
screens overflowed with pretended lifes...
Don't give a fuck what you look like.
They are all dressed up in plastic wrap
(force that smile, force that smile)
Don't give a fuck what you look like.
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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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