1. |
Trenco una branca
03:00
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TRENCO UNA BRANCA
Trenco una branca, res ja no m’espanta
Surto de la casa, l’estructura ja no aguanta
Ets tu qui m’ha penjat aquí dalt
Ara no em deixis caure
Com a un animal.
M’és tan indiferent el què passa dintre les llars
Quan obres la tanca
Quan tanques les mans
I de taules plenes de menjar
Plenes de famílies que no paren de parlar
I de taules plenes de menjar
Plenes d’alegries i coses per celebrar
Llenço una llança i m’omplo de confiança
Entro dins la casa i només queda l’esperança
Ets tu qui m’ha penjat aquí dalt
Ara no em deixis caure
Com a un animal.
M’és tan indiferent el què passa dintre les llars
Quan obres la tanca
Quan tanques les mans
I de taules plenes de menjar
Plenes de famílies que no paren de parlar
I de taules plenes de menjar
Plenes d’alegries i coses per celebrar
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2. |
Blue eyed tree
05:11
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BLUE EYED TREE
Mama’s gonna turn you into a dinosaur
Mama’s gonna do it, so you learn to roar
Mama’s gonna turn you into a giant wave
Mama’s gonna do it, so you’re always brave
You’re my blue eyed baby
Blue eyed seed
You’re my blue eyed baby
Blue eyed tree
Mama’s gonna turn you into a sharp eyed eagle
Mama’s gonna do it, so you can learn to see it all
Mama’s gonna turn you into a wild bear
Mama’s gonna do it, so you’re never scared
You’re my blue eyed baby
Blue eyed seed
You’re my blue eyed baby
Blue eyed tree
You’re my blue eyed baby
Blue eyed seed
You’re my blue eyed baby
Perfect tree
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3. |
Hannah
04:27
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HANNAH
Miro com t’estires, les arrels ho fan,
No mires enrere i vas plena de fang.
Tens la pell curtida de tant caminar
Totes les senderes tu ja saps on van, mai.
Tens la cara bruta, tens els dits glaçats,
carregues la història dels teus avantpassats
Que tu no coneixes, ni coneixeràs
Que tu no descanses, ni descansaràs, mai.
Miro les estries que el temps t’ha deixat,
Totes les angoixes, totes les veritats
El teu pare reia, tu arribaves tard
La mare cuinava, ja ho has oblidat? Mai.
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4. |
That black hole
04:14
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THAT BLACK HOLE
That damn hole inside me,
With his sharp teeth that bite me
With his sly eyes that watch me
With his evil snarl he warns me
That damn hole inside me
With his dark voice he scares me
With his cold touch he haunts me
With his spiteful words he drowns me
Oh what the hell has taught me?
Oh what the hell has fought me?
Oh what the hell has brought me to be?
That damn hole inside me
With his strong arms he holds me
With his dirty smell he blinds me
With his endless life he kills me
Oh what the hell has taught me?
Oh what the hell has fought me?
Oh what the hell ahs brought me to be?
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5. |
Howlin' zombie
02:15
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THE HOWLIN’ ZOMBIE
An endless string she threads
And with her long sharp nails
She trashes her own bed
As she laughs and howls
Moving hands through her hair
Drooling mouths all around
She will never really care
If other people drown
She undresses us all
And with her cruel, cruel words
She pulls down our wall
Until our insides burns
The lady twists a knife
And she rips it all out
An invisible hole
In the long dark night
But when the zombie gets home
And she takes of her face
She sees that something’s growing
At a very fast pace
Her evilness is spreading
Right across her chest
Turning her last evening
Into our very best.
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6. |
Boirina
04:06
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BOIRINA
Mira, tot el cel es ple d’esteles blanques
I els coloms no paren de volar
Sobre del meu cap una boirina
Que no em deixa veure-hi del tot clar
I el meu cos desapareixerà
dins el misteri que ens envolta
I que ningú gosa esbrinar
Mira, fixa’t com s’escampa la boirina
Hi ha un vaixell fantasma i transparent
Navegant per sempre a la deriva
Entre valls, muntanyes i castells
I el meu cos desapareixerà
dins el misteri que ens envolta
I que ningú gosa esbrinar
I el meu cos desapareixerà
dins l’espiral que dóna voltes i que no sabem on va.
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1979
04:43
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1979
In 1979 she was young,
Her unconditional love had begun,
Of course I wouldn’t know until this day,
But that’s another story told a very different way.
She held me in her arms and stared into my eyes
She told me with her look
That she’d stay right by my side and then she…
She worked and cleaned and loved and held
She cooked and taught and gave and dealt.
She worried and shouted and sobbed and sang
She smiled, and travelled, she stayed, she ran
As time went past she felt something wrong
She knew that alone she could be strong
Of course I didn’t think until this day
But that’s another story told a very different way
She held me in her arms and whispered in my ear
She told me that her love, would take her anywhere
And then she, and then she.
She worked and cleaned and loved and held
She cooked and taught and gave and dealt.
She worried and shouted and sobbed and sang
She smiled, and travelled, she stayed, she ran
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8. |
Taüt
03:42
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TAÜT
El cementiri és ple de flors, les reguen amb cendra
Però hi ha una tomba on no hi creix res
Li fa sombra un arbre sec
I de nit canta un puput
L’esquelet dins el taüt
El cementiri és ple d’amor i paraules velles
Però hi ha una tomba on no hi diu res
1983
I de nit canta un puput
L’esquelet dins el taüt
Taüt, taüt, taüt, taüt taüt.
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9. |
Winedrops
03:55
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WINEDROPS
Whose is that glass?
Is it yours or is it mine?
You can’t remember, so I cry
Who was that man?
Was he real or just a lie?
I can’t remember, so I cry
Your tears aren’t water, just wine
All those years are empty
And I sign
Look in the mirror
Our long lost love will die
Then you’ll remember, and you’ll cry
Your tears aren’t water, just wine
All those years are empty
And I sign
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10. |
La pols i el punyal
03:15
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LA POLS I LA PUNYAL
Sé que no està bé, però ho he de fer
La teva llum ho il•lumina tot
No puc lluitar contra el què sóc
És la meva sang, l’olor de mort
Em toques i cremes com el foc
No puc lluitar contra el què sóc
No ho he pogut evitar i me l’he emportat
I el meu esperit pujant cap a dalt
Sota del meu llit la pols i el punyal
Saps que la foscor no és el meu lloc
Sigues pacient que ja queda poc
No puc lluitar contra el què sóc
És la meva sang, l’olor de mort
Em toques i cremes com el foc
No puc lluitar contra el què sóc
No ho he pogut evitar i me l’he emportat
I el meu esperit pujant cap a dalt
Sota del meu llit la pols i el punyal
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