1. |
Atados I
04:32
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Llegué a esta cueva junto al río
Un peregrino hambriento buscando albergue
de un diluvio de cambistas
y de los que venden palomas;
Ya hace mucho que yo maté a mi tórtola
Ella chilló ruidosamente cuando mi espada le entregó mis pecados
Espero algún día reunirme con ella
en una pira para los dos
Los dos atados por debajo del montón
Cubiertos y sofocados con las ofrendas
De todo el pueblo mágico
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2. |
Walls
05:21
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I would repair these corrupted walls
But with the foundation that the builders still reject
This building will still fall
I would repair the ceiling
Waterstained plaster falling on my face
But the leak continues
This building will still fall
I’d be a goddamned fool to live anywhere else
Outside everything seems so uncivilized
You that wander forget so soon
My need that nothing satisfies
Is half-fulfilled by the walls caving in around me
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
THESE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING DOWN
I would repair your broken stare
I fell right through the third blank
Now I can’t see
I would repair this broken window
It’s 20 degrees outside
We’re all gonna freeze
I’d be a goddamned fool to live anywhere else
Outside everything seems so uncivilized
You that wander forget so soon
My need that nothing satisfies
Is half-fulfilled by the walls caving in around me
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
THESE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING DOWN
I’d be a goddamned fool to live anywhere else
To go outside and catch something so uncivilized
You wanderers that lead forget so soon
My need that nothing satisfies
Is half-fulfilled by the walls caving in around me
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
THE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING
THESE WALLS ARE CRUMBLING DOWN
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3. |
Lection
03:10
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Stuck in the mud against the parapet
Water and sludge rise above the deck
More than a vague malaise
The players retreated, the husband followed
Branches whipped violently across his back
There is a limit to my tolerance
And all this scurrilous gossip about our leader
Put the book down, why would you want a little horror?
The monkey tears the pages
With the fervor of a man battling to persevere
On a crowded train the whistle blows
I want a little horror
WATER THE COLOR OF COFFEE
MAN’S INNATE URGE TO DESTROY
INSANELY TWISTED ROOTS
DEVISED BY MALES FOR MALES
WE ROLLED UP OUR SLEEVES
IN STUBBORN RESILIENCE
ALONG THE EDGES OF THE SHORE
At the end of a traumatic campaign where might she be?
She rolled into a town of corrugated tin and Barbed wire
Fine! Go buy your monkey, vote your conscience
The motor was louder than the storm
Let's not even talk about definitions of love
Fear is nothing more than an unfamiliar pattern
Let the monkey tear the pages
With the fervor of a man battling to persevere
A crowded train blows its top
I want a little horror
WATER THE COLOR OF COFFEE
MAN’S INNATE URGE TO DESTROY
INSANELY TWISTED ROOTS
DEVISED BY MALES FOR MALES
WE ROLLED UP OUR SLEEVES
IN STUBBORN RESILIENCE
ALONG THE EDGES OF THE SHORE
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4. |
Atados II
02:55
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5. |
Get Me Up
03:37
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6. |
Atados III
04:27
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7. |
Destination
05:20
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8. |
Walking Uphill
05:13
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9. |
Minor Ooze
05:01
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10. |
Alright New York
05:40
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11. |
Atados IV
04:05
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12. |
1492
02:16
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13. |
1493
03:16
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14. |
Shortest Day
03:43
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