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Charlie
03:05
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Charlie, you always know what to say
Charlie, you always know how to smile
But you have a problem, Charlie…
...with your after having-a-screw amnesia
A blue gin tonic in my hand,
a cigarette blowing away
A black tight skirt is my VIP pass,
I’m sure it’s gonna take me by your side
When I see you walking right to me through the crowd, I start moving as if I were possessed.
When I feel your breath caressing my lips, I know who your next target is
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Red shoes
02:52
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I’ve been living with an entity for a year.
It always appears when I promise myself, not to call you again.
It reminds me how good times were.
How you used to smile when I waited for you at the train station.
Covered with an invisible coat, I try to rip it and show you that I was still alive... and breathing.
I tried to forget the summer festivals.
I tried to forget those eyes that won’t stare at me as they used to.
But I could just forget how your kisses were.
Covered with an invisible coat, I try to rip it, to show you that I was still alive and breathing.
But when I force you to look at me, I just can meet your eyes trying to explain something you can’t say with words.
Lights on, smoke around, beer glasses pouring my red, red shoes. Those that you had held for my birthday
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Cebada y cigarrillo
03:19
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El contacto de la vez primera y cómo nos atraemos como imanes entre dos columnas que pronto se empezarán a desmoronar,
ante la maravillosa atracción que aún ejercen las primeras miradas tímidas en ambiente de litio, cebada y cigarrillo.
El contacto de la vez primera y cómo nos atraemos como imanes entre dos columnas que pronto se empezarán a desmoronar.
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4. |
Daily war
03:32
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Everyday we die a little bit. At night when we fall asleep, there is an apocalypse inside and out, out and inside.
The sky burns, clouds and rain are fire. No matter where you run to, how, with whom.
I prefer to remain hidden, embracing myself and singing, while the nightime death battle appears throught the window and the storm riders whisper to me to go out. There's something for you in here, they say, lending me their hands like ice...claws.
In the end the grey sky burst in flames. Buildings are raising in destruction and fire.
It's so much big my admiration that I can't remember myself, I'm just another...ghost.
That's why I'm not afraid of death, because it doesn't happen.
That's why I'm afraid of falling asleep, because there everything is so real.
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5. |
Distortion
05:33
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Trying to imagine that her perception is the real one. Some days mountains appear when they had been perfectly hidden.
It's the undisputable and perfect truth. It's people's fault they don't stare at me well.
Suddenly she hates everything. Herself and all that surrounds her.
She, the siamese one, representative of that eternal dream.
Them, the nest owners, constantly indignant at that failure.
Them, the adventure fellows, accomplices of that distortion. Perfect henchmen of that distortion.
Sometimes it looks she's gonna make it. You are gonna make it...
Everyone has a reason to be hated. In this case it's because of the boredom.
But in the end she comes back to the same, to that spiral without a start nor an ending.
From which she doesn't know how to scape and where she doesn't know how she came.
She, the siamese one, representative of that eternal dream.
Them, the nest owners, constantly indignant at that failure.
Them, the adventure fellows, accomplices of that distortion. Perfect henchmen of that distortion.
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Cora Sayers Madrid, Spain
Cora Sayers (Pontevedra, 1991), es el proyecto en solitario que forma la actriz Cora Velasco en el verano de 2014. Bajo ese
nombre graba dos trabajos, "Origen" (2014) y "I'm Home" (2016).
Actualmente se encuentra presentando sus nuevos temas en castellano, girando por toda la península y Europa.
En directo se presenta sola o acompañada de sus músicos, Pedro García, Nico Lysergic e Iván Trigo.
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