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1. |
Give Me Peace
02:39
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dame paz
tu culo en mi ca
tu gatito haciendo plas plas en mi cu
e
lo bueno pa ti
lo bueno pa nos-sssss
otros miran tras las luz
nos miran pero quién
[risas]
quién quiera que mire
quien quiera que dibuje
con conté o con carbón
lo nuestro es marfil
tallado en madera
en árboles por ahí
en el bosque hay ojitos, pajaritos
[silba]
kleenex y gomas
hojas son alfombra
tus pelos en la tundra
mi boca en tu bo-
caben tres dedos
prefieres
dos a uno
o uno a uno
perdemos la cuenn
-ntablamos amor
tallamos con la uñita en el árbol
algo cuco o cuqui como quieras
to’ lo mío es tuyo y esa mierda
te enseño a reusar el bonobús de un día pasiempre
a tres mil kilometros de ti
atrevido ebrio frente al espejo
a cabezazos contra la pantalla
te veo en VGA
iluminade por la luz tenue de un netbook
tiemblo
(give me peace
your bum on my fac-
your cat going [plas-plas] on my bu-
[e]
what’s good for you
what’s good for us[sss]
others look through the light
they look at us but who
[laughs in spanish]
whoever wants can look
whoever wants can draw
with conté or charcoal
what we have is ivory
carved in wood
on trees out there
in the woods there are eyes, birds
[whistles]
kleenex and rubbers
leafs are a carpet
your hairs in the tundra
my mouth on your mou-
two fingers fit
do you prefer
two to one
or one by one
we lost count
started love
carved with our little nail on the tree
something cute or cutesy
all what’s mine is yours and all that shit
i’ll show you how to use a daily bus ticket forever
three thousand kilometres away from you
audacious, drunk, in front of the mirror
headbutting the screen
i can see you in the vga
illuminated by the dim light of a netbook
[i] tremble)
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2. |
First Bus Premium
02:40
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si no pillo el 48 es el 49
reclinao en el sillón
si no lloro es porque llueve
tumbado horizontal
abrazau a un infante que lleva mi nombre
me pasas el japo
lleva mi simiente
bebemos agüita
vamos a coger el bus a las afueras
espero este libre el asiento de arriba
e, ya ni echo humo
fui un tren, me olía mal la cara
días grises se tornan rosas a tu vera
te quiero tanto
le puede al miedo
estoy afuera
estoy adentro
de la zona comfort es un sillón enorme
cabemos los dos y tus dos amantes,
y sus respectivos amantes
todo bien bien
cien, mil
besitos en un bus,manitas el tren
jodidos pero bien bien
ten de mi mano
ven
como agua en abril
llueven cenizas
la piel seca
tu cara en mi ca-
tu gatito haciendo miau miau en mi cu
si no pillo el 48 es el 49
reclinao en el sillón
si no lloro es porque llueve
tumbado horizontal abrazau a un infante que lleva mi nombre
me pasas el japo, lleva mi simiente
bebemos agüita
vamos a coger el bus a las afueras
espero este libre el asiento de arriba
(If I don’t get the 48 it’s the 49
Layed back on a couch
If I don’t cry it’s because it’s raining
Lying down horizontal
Hugging an infant that has my name
You pass me the spit
It has my seed
We drink water
Let’s get the bus to the outskirts
I hope the seat at the top is free
I don’t even blow smoke
I used to be a train, my face smelt bad
Grey days turn pink by your side
I love you so much
It’s stronger than the fear
I’m outside
I’m inside
The comfort zone in this massive couch
Where the two of us fit
And your two lovers
And their lovers
All good, good
A hundred, a thousand
Kisses in the bus,
Holding hands in the train
Fucked up but good, good
Have my hand
Come
Like the water in april
It’s raining ash
Dry skin
Your face in my fa-
Your cat doing meow meow on my bu-
If I don’t get the 48 it’s the 49
Layed back on a couch
If I don’t cry it’s because it’s raining
Lying down horizontal
Hugging an infant that has my name
You pass me the spit
It has my seed
We drink water
Let’s get the bus to the outskirts)
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3. |
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[risas]
Me tatué sin espejo
Joder
Viéndome sangrar a través de la webcam
Aguja de coser
Tenía be - tenía bellota bajo las uñas
Joder
estabas mirando a través de la webcam
Ya sa ha desvanecido bajo la piel
Me tatué sin espejo, joder
Con el filtro en la oreja
Mil mentolados a la sombra de un cerezo en flor
Se caen las verjas
No hay sitio al que no sepa entrar
No hay candado ni puertas
Dejaron la ventana abierta
Fiestas a oscuras
en los lugares mas grises de la web
Allí donde eres lo que dices, y no lo que consumes
Joder como sube
No veas como sube
[risas]
(I tattoed myself without a mirror
Fuck
Seeing myself bleed through the webcam
Sewing needle
I had, I had acorn [hashish] under my nails
Fuck
You were looking through the webcam
It’s already faded under the skin
I tattooed myself without a mirror, fuck
With a filter on my ear
A thousand menthols under the shadow of a blossoming cherry tree
There’s nowhere I don’t know how to get in
There’s no padlock or doors
Dark parties in the greyest places of the web
Where you are what you say you are and not what you consume
Fuck, this is really going up
You won’t believe how high this is getting me
[laughs in spanish])
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4. |
God Made Me A Sceptic
02:45
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[blowing kisses]
PDA
wi-tch-u
lost alone drowned in witches brew
fridge cold food,
got my mind on my honey
dusty blood on my upper lip
drip drip
coughing brown cheeba phlegms
seeing the sun drown
sipping on some warm water, classy shit
spit that spunk on my face, you're great
all day wavey, sleep deprived
half’a vali melts my face
maybe we should stop ‘n sleep
petrol fumes like incense smoke
lazy eye, dried tears
moan and weep
your pussy tastes like goat cheese
my old man's armpit smelt like stale weed
call me baby, scrap the daddy
all day wavey, hungry ‘n depressss
god bless
all my broke boys with no paychecks on the grind
they coming home with gleaned goods
praying for better times
bitter truth, bitter breath
menthol tabs, ten tinnies
inna crashed corsa in the burbs
going nowhere
inadvertently sipped from the ash can
silver tongue clan
been there, saw that
got slapped
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Big Fuss Bristol, UK
Big Fuss (Harry Irvine) is mainly a solo project put together by me, recorded in my bedroom in Bristol. Featuring close friends
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