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The Sheet Stereogram
03:54
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Dear last stage, got closer
Scapegoat acts will end
Servant of weakness demands
Cyanide freedom
Beyond barriers, unnoticed acts of pain
Released the mental chain
That kept footprints in fresh land
And a trail to follow
Dear last stage, got closer
Scapegoat acts must end
Have the fifteen minute dream instead
Remember all sweetness is bitter,
Bitter to the eyes that won’t heal
Have the fifteen minute dream of
Cyanide freedom
Erasure touch got near but wasn’t felt
Failure, comeback, swallowed pride
Erasure sounds still near but now unaimed
Just one way left to turn back time
Tight rope walks bring nothing but regrets
Can these closing eyes focus and find
The sheet stereogram
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Mendigo
05:26
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Neck bite trend caught up another
The dirty river cries
The laundry closed for good, soft white cotton swears the skin
Shadows turned hysterical, fresh meat on new routine
What sleeps inside, what sleeps inside?
Running after preachers of new hope
Such nonsense
What sleeps inside, what sleeps inside?
Running after breeders of new hope
The air’s afraid
They felt the bite so close, a well-played role
Dry, sleep inside
They felt the bite so close, unreal throat
Dry, sleep inside
They felt the bite so close, a well-played role
Bite trend caught up another
Cold eyes closed for good, one didn’t really bite them
Engine breakdown, can’t activate the wheel inside it
Good preachers staring into the void inside us
Engine breakdown, can’t activate the will inside us
What sleeps inside, what sleeps inside?
Running after breeders of new hope
The air’s afraid
Watching twisted eyes
The wealthy pieces you use to fondle
Noticed the wrongest ride
Tonight those shivers seem so much closer
Signs, a narrow borderline has lost its shape
Signs, easily gathered pieces call it
Signs
Sorry preachers I packed a sin
Allow me breeders to smoke
I won a slavery ticket, this curse and a glass of pride
Picture
The dirty river crying touched the sea
Leave this sphere with pictures of shivers
A cold ice shelter rests insanity
Picture
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Ill-omened
05:30
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This is called a forced dive into open bags
Victims of psychological dysfunction people said
Nonhereditary stairs pierced to our heads
Who plays the nerve game
Yes we play the nerve game
This they call addiction
They got it fast
I felt the passage coming here
Where naïf lives are smiling
Kid gloves pressing red
Stepping on naïf minds
How I wish they could cry
I felt the passage coming here
Where struggling minds are shouting
Weird voices are freezing it
How I only wish they could cry
Kid gloves pressing red
Why do we need to twist the globe to recite?
Kid gloves pressing red
How I only wish they could cry
Munzuá, don’t take this out of course
Don’t steal our gills, we’re still under water
Munzuá, don’t take us out of course
Water glory dried
This water glory dried
All hidden dreams are tired
Our wall remind us an unsold house, smiles and pressure
Lonesome dreams fulfill our will
Still something moving here
To beat this conquered lie
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Asta Usta Fai dance
06:25
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Shy little picture
No seagull showed up to warn a storm was coming tonight
Against all odds, someone danced
Shy little picture
Unplugged crowd
Against all odds, someone danced
Sound waves, as usual, were getting nothing but a stare
That group of human stones was not prepared to watch the storm nest
It all started when someone danced
So what’s wrong with this man’s waist?
He moves his legs and arms
So what’s wrong with this man’s waist?
Is it something broken?
Did sound waves finally find the way to fill an empty ground?
Who’s this strange-waisted creature?
They call him Asta Usta Fai
With this strange kind of freedom
They call him Asta Usta Fai
Who’s this strange-waisted creature?
They call him Asta Usta Fai
He moves his legs and arms
He moves his legs and arms against…
Sound waves found the way to fill this empty ground
Can a single man blow a revolution wind?
Sound waves found the way to fill this empty ground
Can a single man blow a revolution wind?
Is he brilliant? Is he really not?
Is he brilliant? Maybe he’s really not
Then came predictions
Sceptic lips warn this might be some kind of code
All was astonished because someone danced
Did sound waves really find the way, or maybe…
I wonder if you’re listening
These sound waves telling you’re the answer
And if the answer dies alone
Then you’re alone
But the warm breeze that you gave life to
Could become the unexpected storm
Against all odds, someone danced
The hosts of tradition
Kept raising doubts
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5. |
Hands foundering...
03:25
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6. |
....into the next level
05:52
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Alarm, a brand new character was formed
Now it will be tested
Spin, stretch, pay attention, it’s a made in Taiwan sample toy
Revoke past tense, a soap-made cervical
Won’t be tested
Second decent chance is stuck inside your chain-link fences
The mystic blood-shake decolourized
Lost the way
A red signature
Sad religious compromise
The mystic blood-shake decolourized
Lost the way
From all releasing requests
Numbers kill the words, those words I read
And words and words that I sleep with
Numbers kill the words, those words I read
Action lost the way
Faster, second decent chance
Is stuck inside your chain-link fences
Action, take a bullet-proof vest
Open ground brings no bones
Alarm, a brand new character was formed
Alarm, a brand new skeleton was born
The premonition word is sweet
(Can premonitions, can premonitions lie?)
The premonition stabbed again
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Bets placed on gazette
06:12
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My old question lives
Behind the black box eyes
Join insanity, those caps and advertise
Build your theory
My old question lives
Which part of you was satisfied?
Wooden hammers bent over, before hand-constructed lies
Which part of you was satisfied?
Drop the gun, they dropped the help, it won’t come. Should we run?
Which part of you was satisfied?
Why do wooden hammers bend over before hand-constructed lies?
Which part of you was satisfied?
One spell reaches us like protein pills
At the table no one’s ashamed
One spell reaches us in real-time
An evidence tells what’s right
What’s coded, coded, coded, coded
Panic abandoned obstructed veins
In epic stories sentences tell what’s right
What’s coded, coded, coded, coded
Answers abandoned yellowed pages
In epic stories sentences tell what’s right
Which part of you was satisfied?
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8. |
Moulding clay road
03:55
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Pleasant sidewalks, will you deny?
Dying hopes you are sadly tied
Landing tears got their room to slide
And drew a cheap portrait
Wash it, wash it, wash it
Once frog, now king of fog
Already turned blind, you’re still sailing on ice
Just turn off the light
If you dare to refuse the electric illusion
That poetry was melt to hide a way
Sabotage, you might have seen it
Sabotage was built to find a way
A story board you should not read
The waiting, the sweating, the climbing
A gum you’ll never chew
The pressure, the sweating, the wasting
A hand that never drew
Now frog, once king of fog
Caught in is blindness while sinking on ice
Who turned off the light?
How can they dare to erase such electric illusion?
Dead hopes you're sadly tied
Tears you drop, unpleasantly, got their room to slide
And drew a cheap portrait, a portrait of nothing
Wash it, wash it, wash it
Wash it, wash it, wash it
Watching, watching, watching
Unless you waste the years soon
Unless you waste the years soon
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Burner Brain
The bell of hope may be too late
But I really think you should wish that
Your plan fails
Or I’ll ignore the sweet voice inside that yells
(Keep in touch with virtue)
You make me
Haunt you with the shape of your grave
I just wish I could find you alone somewhere, somehow
So run away
Run away
Because we have the strength to fight your flames
And we won’t miss the will to
Search your trail
We’ll destroy your fire and you
As well, as well, as well
Burner Brain
Your loyal match was too damn well placed
Nothing but a waterfall can stop this hell in time
Burner Brain
My butcher’s knife does fit you so well
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daza cominatcha Lisboa, Portugal
daza cominatcha was a Lisbon/Sintra based alternative rock band formed in September 2004 and ended in Halloween
2006.
During this period the band had 2 releases (the EP "wrinkled, or just wrinkled" in 2005 and the LP "needle in a haystack" in 2006) and played around 50 gigs including a UK/France tour in the summer of 2006.
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