1. |
Counter Plan
03:07
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Almost again
Almost again
Repeating the plane
Ever in the shine place
You think is usual mess
But despite of the careless guest
Instead of it all, we back to the shame
No lies, welcome the same fact
The fish still bites to scape
In five minutes, will be the same
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2. |
Friction Loss
01:45
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When you push yourself
between that bars
No time still
to heal your scars
It’s necessary loss
When you’re push yourself
between that bars
Your tournament
is punishment
It’s necessary loss
No complain sufficient
Behind this have only air
the unique affair
You collect all your scars
and leads to the next square
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3. |
Short Cut
03:05
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Not walking to feel
Lead the look on your front
swirling sense in the skin
Feed the giants in your back
In circles then moves
always forward to have
counter-clock with some thought
and inertia comes next
Stops before it will spin
so, behave without know
Heave
Laid
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4. |
Terminal Floor
02:40
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Without pain, there's nothing more
In veins only cloted blood
Among four walls
Only the air
Who even if it could heat
Cold would remain
There's no pain anymore
When there's nothing more to wait
One distant life sometimes manifest himself
And still make to believe
Long pause to reach the summit
And now choose between stay or leave
No return, only the breeze cold
But, have no more pain too arrive
And few stay
But few stay
One life in vain
Where the clock marks only one hour
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5. |
Childish Prayer
02:37
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Standing, the guardian
with your proud made of brass
Thinking – it’s quiet
when you hit into the real ground
In the Gate, she will be here
But some fracture is near
Try to ignore your fear
And you feel so pretty
You have the coin who gave to her
And you feel so filthy
The coin what you give
is the same that’s you receive
If you have some change to spare
If you think you understood
Try to wake her up with some good mood
A disaster founds disturbance
Back to his guard,
left her again pass
and the coin has lost the brass
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6. |
Strafen I
02:37
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Go and get ahead
fell the vibration on the faith
lilac day beyond meaning
Touring equivocate
no teacher aside the lane
any struggle will not persuade
Reach the light is unclean
In the front, and it’s near
No fear, the plague will consumme him, her
Not far, spills
(fresh news)
(trenchs fall)
(fast news)
straight
spear bends over us...
no teacher aside the lane
any struggle will not persuade
Reach the light is unclean
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Searching outside your home
You will listen thicker blow
This sounds made you deaf
To (astonishing) barbarism inside you grow
Green glows
Let you flow
Green glows
You almost know
Rules are not prospects
Hear a prophet said
Beside the lurking lights
It’s not change – he said – the aspects
About the modern bouncing truth on the cold lips
This type now is uttered to the old effigies/ the old saints
Forgot their names
But they (should know) still help dissidents
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the Glassbox São Paulo, Brazil
Feedback. Carthasis. Some Noise. Some Neu. Some Trouble.
Rosangela
Fernandes +
Michael P.
Chalmer
Alternative/Post Punk/Avante-Garde. Anywhere City.
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