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Sailors
03:10
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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.
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Lights On The Road
04:07
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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.
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The Distance
04:04
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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.
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4. |
49 Ghosts
03:30
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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.
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5. |
Walking On The Edge
03:37
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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
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6. |
Hope
05:32
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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
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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
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8. |
Taste Of Lies
03:57
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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.
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9. |
Same Old Fork
06:24
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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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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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