1. |
E.S.A.
02:04
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Ain’t gonna save you an evil
corporation from America.
You can’t hide from shotguns
even if you go too far when you get a tan.
Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh, America!
Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh, America!
All your rights are removed
and nobody knows where’s the President.
And if you want to leave the trail
make sure you know, boy, how to escape from hell.
Oh-oh-oh.
They say “You’re save!
Welcome home, (the) land of free,
Evil States of America.”
Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh, America!
Oh-oh! Oh-oh! Oh, America!
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2. |
Underwear Love
01:53
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You write my name down on your
underwear,
then you can get me out of my
self-aware.
Isn't it inappropriate for
a boy like me?
Your body is just like a very canal
from Venice
and I know it so perfectly
I could draw map of it.
And I'm sorry I gotta ask you
how did you end up with me.
I love when you tell me how you
touch yourself.
I love when you tell me how you
touch yourself.
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3. |
Still Friends
03:03
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Marty’s dating with a girl
but he never tells his parents.
He’s that boring, boring as fuck,
he’s about to commit suicide.
Johnny’s broke, got no money,
what he gets is spent on weed.
Johnny’s dope, cooking up an excuse,
he just needs to find a job.
And I’m sick of carrying
this weight, but it’s OK!
‘Cause I’ll never be alone
though I do suffocate on my own
and I will never play a song
without them, I hope they know.
Alf is sad, quite fed up of work,
anyday he leaves the group.
He has bought another bass,
I want him to bring it and play.
And I’m sick of carrying
this weight, it’s OK!
‘Cause I’ll never be alone
though I do suffocate on my own
‘cause I will never play a song
without them, I hope they know,
I hope they know, I hope they know…
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4. |
20 Years Young
02:31
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I’m not alive but l’m not
dead, well dead.
Oh, I can’t pour tears over
my face.
If my body was
my language,
oh my!
What can I say?
If your body was
my language,
what can I do?
Leave it unsaid?
Now we know
teen years are gone
and love letters
hard to compose
so deeply shove
me into your blood.
I’m not alive but l’m not
dead, well dead.
Oh, I can’t pour tears over
my face.
If my body was
my language,
oh my!
What can I say?
If your body was
my language,
what can I do?
Leave it unsaid?
Now innocence
is lost
but I’m still 20
years old
so deeply shove
me into your blood.
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5. |
The Winning Days
04:54
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See how the morning shines
now you’ve trapped the light,
it’s captured by your back.
Hey! Even your black eyes
bright as ten moons
in one night.
A hundred of suns
dazzle my sight.
You do sleep right now,
I guess what you dream ‘bout.
The tracks on your skin shapes
the maps of the winning days.
The specks of dust feel like
sand in your dry lips.
My body is your battleground
and so is yours for me.
My body is your battleground
and so is yours!
They, they seem lost outside
but if we are close,
we are noise and we silently don’t mind.
A hundred of suns
dazzle my sight.
You do sleep right now,
I guess what you dream ‘bout.
The tracks on your skin shapes
the maps of the winning days.
The specks of dust feel like
sand in your dry lips.
My body is your battleground
and so is yours for me.
My body is your battleground
and so is yours!
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6. |
Ralph
01:44
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We hope you know
you’re very cool.
We choo-choo-choose you
to skip school.
You gotta come,
smoke weed with us,
tattoo on your arm
‘everything sux’.
We love you, we love you.
Though we know you’re not paying attention.
Though we know you’re now playing the unitard.
Please listen, please listen
and come with us you’re now the coolest one, Ralph.
Come with us you’re now coolest one.
We assure you, we assure you
no one will touch your special area,
no one will touch your special area.
We love you, we love you
and come with us you’re now the coolest one, Ralph,
come with us you’re now the coolest one, Ralph,
come with us you’re now the coolest one, Ralph
come with us you’re now the coolest one.
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7. |
Soft Dream
02:49
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It's a dark blue morning
across the city lights,
it's the taste of modern
scars.
I feel the wind cutting
my skin, hands and eyes.
My body is hurting,
I'm still drunk.
I feel the first ray of sun,
still prefer a starless night,
then I would love it
to never dawn in life.
I feel the sky like an ocean
thrown over my head.
I take part of the universe
though I was never meant.
I sink in these feelings
in an empty bus.
Is it a soft dream or a
remedy to outlast?
I feel the first ray of sun,
still prefer a starless night,
then I would love it
to never dawn in life.
I feel the sky like an ocean
thrown over my head.
I take part of the universe
though I was never meant.
Will found a way ‘round,
but all I want
is to listen to Gold Soundz
and no one to awake my soft dream,
and no one to awake my soft dream,
and no one to awake me
or to call me anymore.
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8. |
No Hope (For You)
04:47
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It's time to recognise
today I found myself crying,
to be true, I don't no why,
I'll pretend and try to smile.
I've grown a beard, now I dress fine,
while empty feelings keep growing wild.
I knew I'd miss my teenage angst,
now sex is the only thing I like
'cause fear
is just (this) coziness
of being strangers
and keep our bodies bare.
Tonight I'm pretty drunk
and uptight discussing Marx.
It seems it's the last teenage party,
the truth is that it hurts.
One thousand times in my head,
I saw myself tripping over life,
now I do just like a crystal feather
gliding to the floor from skies.
At least fear
is just (this) coziness
of being strangers
and keep our bodies bare.
What more should I confess?
What more should I?
Now there's no hope for you.
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