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The Distance

by Bay City Killers

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1.
Sailors 03:10
There’s a light that brings the sense of belonging to something else, where the souls of the ones who carry the weight they feel rejuvenated again. Just hold on, senses alert, there’s an end to all this pain, get carried away. Waiting for the sign that stops all this rain Find the dreams we all deserve, through the scars, living inside your head, in the horizon of all your regrets like sailors seek a brand new land. . Just hold on, senses alert, there’s an end to all this pain, get carried away. Waiting for the sign that stops all this rain All this mist, all this pain, all of this misery will come to an end. Just hold on, senses alert, there’s an end to all this pain, get carried away. Waiting for the sign that stops all this rain. Just hold on, senses alert, there’s an end to all this pain, get carried away.
2.
Is the weight of frustration after all this years anihilation, aggravation, running away to the hills. You have been always sure of your identity, true and proud, covered by the safety growing up Missing parts that will be lost forever see the tie that binds us falling, burning in front of my eyes Is the weight of frustration after all this years anihilation, aggravation, running away to the hills. Don't know what you sell but I know in which part I lost my hope, an open path that I must follow now, with lights in the road that guides me home. Missing parts that will be lost forever see the tie that binds us falling, burning in front of my eyes Is the weight of frustration after all this years anihilation, aggravation, running away to the hills.
3.
The Distance 04:04
Stick to my reality. between the filth and the grace, real life hits so hard through this shadows of decay. Crossing this dusty roads filled with skeletons and bones, wanna leave this dusty roads where they buried alive our songs. I don't realize how you forgot my name? But I don't criticize the ones that find easy ways. As fast as a wolf now. It won't take me too long to stay. I got fuel to drive far away along this shadows of decay. We must sleep with the ones, that buried alive our hopes, wu must defeat the ones that buried alive our songs. I don't realize, how you forgot my name? There's a flame inside me that I cannot erase, I won't wait for the world to change, I won't lay, waiting for the world to change. I don't realize how you forgot my name? But I don't criticize the ones that find easy ways. I won't wait for the world to change, I won't lay, waiting for the world to change.
4.
49 Ghosts 03:30
The streets are wild, they surely remind me of the past. Dudes like us, we never demand that much. Buried stories, songs of the old outcasts, this midnight rain, all wet and drenched in doubts. I'm trying to find a hassle in your heart, messed up all night, waiting for the bite. From the pavement steam to the advert signs I'm trying to solve this fucked up mind. Step aside don't you see the march? 49 ghosts, roses in a grave called life. I'm trying to find a hassle in your heart, messed up all night, waiting for the bite. From the pavement steam to the advert signs I'm trying to solve this fucked up mind. No time to bleed, no time to close the scars. This midnight rain all wet and drenched in doubts I'm trying to find a hassle in your heart, messed up all night, waiting for the bite. From the pavement steam to the advert signs I'm trying to solve this fucked up mind.
5.
Can I tell you what is wrong with you boy? Let me tell you that you’ve never felt this pressure. Is in my blood, there’s a rage I cannot control, are you living in the real world? Do you really want to know? Too much shit has been said, about how to speak or how to act, but when we talk this silence fills your bones and shows your cold blood. I’ve been roaming around this cold hearted world facing the fall of all this geniune souls. Is in my blood, there’s a rage I cannot control, are you living in the real world? Do you really want to know? Too much shit has been said, about how to speak or how to act, but when we talk this silence fills your bones and shows your cold blood. Let’s talk ‘bout what is like to be decieved walking on the edge, forgeting everything that was build, denying the face of this reality
6.
Hope 05:32
Born in this waters where the sinners are the saints, where the high circles are full of thieves, nobody seems to care, hopes and dreams fading away. Accept and admit that the stones keep falling where the pain exists, Hitting the lifes of the ones who were born without a name, Admit that the stones keep falling where the pain exists, Turning off the voices where the streets have no name. Isolated, Denied, avert the eyes, this pain inside. These are the signs of the times, turn off the lights to find a way through the dark Accept and admit that the stones keep falling where the pain exists, Hitting the lifes of the ones who were born without a name, Admit that the stones keep falling where the pain exists, Turning off the voices where the streets have no name. Isolated, Denied, avert the eyes, this pain inside. These are the signs of the times, turn off the lights to find a way through the dark
7.
The place where I used to feel safe has been cursed by demons are the lies that tear us apart, bringing the night, bringing the dark is this fear looking for the death of the reason. Step by step, as we decide what we make wrong or what makes us right daylight surrounding my eyes, a message of truth hold inside, smash, hit the pain, hit the slow death of desire Rising up from the Grave of the Fireflies The spirit that holds the flame of youth, the hammer that smashes will be set up soon we are sons of the broken truth, but we have the hope for the fucked up youth like werewolves staring at the full moon. Rising up from the Grave of the Fireflies
8.
The smell of greed, the taste of lies, no words to be relieved, no place to feel alive. This noisy streets, the empty eyes, the sense of loss is the death of youth, save me from the fire piles. The sound of desperate voices, are crashing beneath this city lights the fear released by them keeps digging a hole in our minds, strain the fear in our blood, in our hearts relieve the pain that breaks your heart. Dark is the night, pure is the truth. the sense of loss is the death of youth, save me from the fire piles. This noisy streets, the empty eyes, The sound of desperate voices, are crashing beneath this city lights the fear released by them keeps digging a hole in our minds, strain the fear in our blood, in our hearts relieve the pain that breaks your heart. Some people think that the truth can be hidden with a little cover up but as time goes by, what is truth is revealed and what is fake fades away I’m just a seeker of the truth walking straight trying to avoid the blues with my arms wide open. In my heart I feel this weight, shot this depression and blur, darkness and faith stolen, destroy it put all your soul in The sound of desperate voices, are crashing beneath this city lights the fear released by them keeps digging a hole in our minds, strain the fear in our blood, in our hearts relieve the pain that breaks your heart.
9.
I walk the same old places and see the same old faces, and I’m getting lost, roaming around this sea, trying to be set free. Fucked up by the same old ghosts,. Pricking my eyes, with the same old fork find the limits blind and getting lost. I’ve seen the tide roll away, the desperate cry of the sirens, they used to guide me home (take me home) but I will hold my breath, wait if the storm that’s threatening comes to an end,to light the forgotten songs. I've seen the tide roll away Pricking my eyes, with the same old fork find the limits blind and getting lost.

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Music by Bay City Killers
Produced by Bay City Killers and Enric Hernaiz
Recorded and mixed by Enric Hernaiz - Can Puc Produccions
Mastered by Hay Zeelen - Hay Zeelen Mastering Mallorca

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released April 14, 2017

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Bay City Killers Palma, Spain

Punk / Rock band from Mallorca, Spain

- José Serrano: vocals
- David Caro: guitar
- Eric Barjacoba: drums
- Vicenç Bibiloni: bass
- Xavi Hernaiz: guitar

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