1. |
Lost art of letting go
02:05
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Rather than ending quickly
better not even start
cruel choruses in my mind
those were eternal moments
that passed so unharmed
those were eternal moments
forgotten by heart
Still i'm living what i've never really lived
what a silly thing
keep on believing
what a silly thing
just keep on waiting
things that we forget will always live in dreams
Brief glory melting in tears
while feeling so unharmed
cruel images in my mind
those were eternal moments
that caught me so alarmed
those were eternal moments
one always survives
Still i'm living what i've never really lived
what a silly thing
keep on believing
what a silly thing
just keep on waiting
things that we forget will always live in dreams
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2. |
Sunday
02:28
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Waking up
is that day
so get up
feeling down
sun is high
it's just enough
Open up the curtains
peeking through the window
noisy kids there
gettin' out of bed and
taking all my quaalude
sunday migraine
Sunday's like a trap
sunday's like a hell
sunday is the moment
which is closest to death
Sunday's kinda harsh
sunday's like a scare
sunday's just the day
that you will try to forget
Wash your fucking car
go to a fucking lunch
smile to the people that you'd love to
tear apart
Sunday's not a gas
Sunday's just a pain
sunday is the moment
which is closest to death
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3. |
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First dose
interlude
second dose
vacuum
Our choice
utopia
third dose
hands off
Come on dig into me
don't want to turn
into a maniac
bad feelings like everyone
livin' out there with no shelter
First dose
ignore
second dose
despise
once more
withdraw
blood and guts
hands up
Come on dig into me
don't want to turn
into a maniac
bad feelings like everyone
livin' out there with no shelter
A fag
a feminist
a communist
a beaten up weak kid
i'm literally everyone
livin' out there
struggling out there
struggling out there
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4. |
(Set the) Radio on fire
02:44
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I'm not what i do and
i'm not what i say
maybe i'm just what i'm
craving with my fast lips
Undisclosed desire
playing with the fire
take a chance right here
there's something you'll be missing
Alarms off and
let's get caught in a wave
alarms off
don't hesitate
Radio on
my ears are wide awake
turning on
my fingers drumming and
moving on
No matter what you say
turn it on
Radio on
my ears are wide awake
turning on
my fingers drumming and
moving on
No matter what you say
turn it on
I'm not what i do and
i'm not what i say
something's always hidden’s
buried under my skin
Undisclosed desire
playing with the fire
take a chance right here
there's something you'll be missing
Alarms off and
let's get caught in a wave
alarms off
don't hesitate
Radio on
my ears are wide awake
turning on
my fingers drumming and
moving on
No matter what you say
turn it on
Radio on
my ears are wide awake
turning on
my fingers drumming and
moving on
No matter what you say
turn it on
I don't wanna disappear from your hands
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5. |
Failure
02:22
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Sittin' here starin' at the wall
got nothing on my mind
'cause my days are dull
now that my empty hands
filter the sun
they draw another dusk
while they see the dawn
I'll try the best for me
no matter what
my certified degree
in failure
will be the pass for my
sanity
Put my coat on
black is shelter
said I shouldn't lose my core
now that my empty hands
reach for the sun
it caresses my dry soul
and claims my parole
I'll be the best of me
no matter what
you'll have to comfort me
from failure
comfort me, comfort me
though
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6. |
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So centered, yeah
(You sure?
you've lost your compass)
Solved person, yeah
(You're not,
you're cut in pieces)
My unvwavering faith just in myself
made me a man of concrete
or shit?
(That's right,
you're not as good as you think)
So pleasant, yeah
(You're not
you're just so selfish)
Deeply aligned
(You think,
you walk in circles)
I’ve built my life as required by society
if i move a brick my tower will crash
collapse
(You sure?
you've lost your compass)
(You're not,
you're cut in pieces)
So centered, yeah
So centered, yeah
Solved person, yeah
So centered, yeah
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7. |
Burkini
01:19
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Get yourself a bikini
Or at least a tankini
Show your body completely
As it teaches the tv
The democratic western way i live
Equalizes freedom to nudity
And so the more the i can get undressed
The more i'm gratefully self determined
Get yourself a bikini
Or at least a tankini
Show your body completely
As it teaches the tv
The democratic western way i live
Equalizes freedom to nudity
And so the more the i can get undressed
The more i'm gratefully self determined
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8. |
Stolen art
02:46
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Hidden faces
blurred faces
world is silent
we’ve lost our traces
Signs of pain there
some are racing
some have vanished
I’ve lost their traces
Life is sleeping
I’m just peeping
in others’ dreams and
they can’t hear me
my eyes’ve rusted
on window glasses
I see my shape and
see my breath
Streets are empty
filled with grey leaves
a silent singing
a distant meaning
Stolen art
sunken heart
in this floating life
we’ve been left behind
stolen art
sunken heart
as we’re torn apart
in this concrete yard
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9. |
Deceit
02:55
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Stay in your place
and stand up with grace
well, this does not belong to me
Smile, a cute face
and never with rage
oh thanks, that's not the deal for me
Walking on white lies
Walking on dead flies
this is what the world taught me
aware of my being brave
and never someone's saint
this is what my life taught me
So do you really think
I could accept a life like this?
And do you really think
I could go through a life like this?
A path of habits and distortions
that would muzzle me
Well, do you really think
I'd come up to betray me?
This shit, this shit
isn't it, isn't it, isn't it, isn't it shit
Shit, shit, shit, shit
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The Twerks Sesto San Giovanni, Italy
Formed in 2013 by the Wonderful Chuck Cardinale, who moved to China immediately after, TWERKS is a 3 piece powerpop/punkrock band strongly influenced by the sounds from late 60's to late 90's including members and ex-members of bands of the italian underground scene such as Nerd Follia, Radio Days, Andy's Donutz and LaCorte ... more
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