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Lin Omelet
02:58
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Many whispers in the night, I've been hearing all the time...
Now it comes the other way.
Stop justifying yourself, stop justifying love.
You belong to no one, neither to yourself.
Far from this, far from every person who made this mess.
Person who made this mess.
Mountains, tigers... what do I deserve?
I'm not crying, I'm just laughing all the way.
This is not the end.
We are busy paying fairytales.
This is not the end, this is real life.
Far from this, far from every person who made this mess.
Person who made this mess.
This mess, this mess.
This mess, this mess.
Far from this, far from every person who made this mess.
Person who made this mess.
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2. |
Naive
03:47
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I’m on a paradise wondering how I came here.
It turns into a beast after reality hits me.
Now I’m on my knees.
Now I’m on my knees…
Why I’m standing here?
It seems to me that nobody’s thinking about me.
I’m sailing the seven seas standing on an abandoned ship.
There’s no clothes in my wallet.
There’s no silence in here.
I prefer being lonely, I prefer waiting here.
Now I’m feeling my insides.
Why I’m standing here?
It seems to me that nobody’s thinking about me.
Feeling rare in the window, going down through the world.
This is how I get to my soul.
I’m talking in the night.
I’m talking with your side.
I’m talking in the night.
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A destiempo (acoustic)
03:05
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Frente al espejo se ven volar los que van a morir siempre al mar y aun así me sigue pareciendo distinta cada vez que la veo.
Y siempre corriendo, siempre a destiempo, jugando en el desierto o en sus cuadernos, bebiendo, creyendo que todo pararía de girar.
Somos aliens, somos algo que no se cansa de respirar.
Es así, no somos más que polvo.
Somos uno más.
Qué más da si está lloviendo.
Qué más da el llegar, mejoremos con el tiempo y dejémonos llevar.
Que lo que tenga que pasar, pasará y sin darnos cuenta todo desaparecerá.
Somos aliens, somos algo que no se cansa de respirar.
Y es así, no somos más que polvo.
Somos uno más.
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4. |
Runaway
03:09
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We were running, running yesterday
like if we don’t want to change a thing between us and waiting for an escape.
Oh, and then, the winter came and tell us to take our clothes away, that we had to feel the cold, that we had to be insane so I pushed you close to me to have the strength to live again.
And I started thinking about If I had lost you behind my mistakes.
And I’m sorry for everything I already made, but now I’m living another way.
And this is how the winter… the winter escapes.
Hey, how are you? I was feeling lost today.
Where have you been all those crazy days?
Have you met your reflection?
Skies are falling as my tears do to.
Where are you now that I need you so?
Where did you go?
And I started thinking about If I had lost you behind my mistakes.
And I’m sorry for everything I already made, but now I’m living another way.
And this is how the winter… the winter escapes.
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5. |
Desencuentros
04:28
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Otra vez he dado la Vuelta al cajón.
Sigo andando sin recordar la dirección,
La que me dieron cuando anduvimos bajo el Sol.
Zapatos mojados sobre cristales rotos.
El cuerpo empapado bajo mantas de salitre.
Hueles a verano y te confundes con los títeres.
Sólo el mármol nos escuchó, ¿dónde te escondiste?
Ni siquiera oigo susurrar el eco de mi habitación.
Huyes constante de la desesperación.
Dejaste la alfombra arrugada en el salón.
Recorto postales, detalles fugaces,
Recuerdos etéreos y olas de mar.
Arena en el suelo, ciprés en la playa.
Hogueras y cristales en mi coraza.
Sólo el mármol nos escuchó, ¿dónde te escondiste?
Ni siquiera oigo susurrar el eco de mi habitación.
Huyes constante de la desesperación.
Dejaste la alfombra arrugada en el salón.
Ya no, ya no recuerdas.
Ya no, ya no recuerdas.
Ya no, ya no, ya no recuerdas el tiempo que pasó.
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Choose your shelter
02:45
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I have so many questions to ask to myself but I
Don’t find the momento to talk to my face and I’m impacient and I’ve waited so long.
Why do I have to spend time on understanding things that would waste away?
I feel so different from the rest, uh…
I’m going crazy.
I feel so empty sometimes.
I only find peace when I’m singing.
I just wanna scream that I’m not fine.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
I often have to tell why I’m waiting on trains that go anywhere…
That’s all… the sloth and the cat.
Would you stay if I told you I’m afraid? That I’m sick. That sometimes I refuse to exist.
And I am wasted.
All I want is to feel alive but It’s so difficult when everything around you sucks.
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…
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7. |
Birds in the way
04:01
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How many times do I have to feel this way?
How many times do I have to save myself from monsters, from human, from every wonder I made?
I hate living but I don’t wanna die.
I love happiness but every time I think I reach it, it scapes.
Nobody’s fine when nothing is okay.
Nobody cries when we have fear in our eyes.
It’s the only thing in what we trust…
It’s the only way to face the pain.
Losing sleep because of demons that don’t exist.
We are nothing but lost in life.
Are we living?
Or are we dead?
I don’t wanna think about it because everyone’s lying all the time.
Nobody’s fine when nothing is okay.
Nobody cries when we have fear in our eyes.
It’s the only thing in what we trust…
It’s the only way to face the pain.
Life is surrounding me, surrounding me (x4)
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8. |
Rotten butterflies
02:49
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Today the forest is calling me, and I don’t want to be alone anymore.
No, I don’t
want to feel like a deer that has lost all its perfect magician powers.
I’m tired of feeling so empty.
I’m tired of feeling so fucking alone.
Here in the forest.
Here in the wind.
Here is my stomach starting to heal my rotten butterflies, my rotten inner depths.
My heart is such an ocean full of monsters and mermaids singing… ‘cause they want me to change my own ways.
And I’m fighting day a day.
I’m screming in silence that I’ll be okay,
‘cause I miss myself running away.
Here in the forest.
Here in the wind.
Here is my stomach starting to heal my rotten butterflies, my rotten inner depths.
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9. |
La historia de nada
01:29
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Dime por qué a veces las cosas tienen que suceder,
por qué nos arrancan de cuajo sin saber que nada cambiará que aún seguirá persiguiendo y allanando los malos recuerdos a la vez.
Y no pararé hasta saber, hasta conocer,
por qué llegamos los humanos a hacernos tanto daño.
No entiendo, no sé, por qué te echo de menos,
por qué es como si estuvieras desde dentro consumiendo lo poco que hay.
Y lo siento por dejar cabos sueltos y nervios, por no saber cómo manejarme si no hay nadie,
pero tú sigues aquí.
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Drown yourself in my skin.
Tell me, tell me what you can see.
Keep on walking and tell me if you see something blooming.
Do you feel safe? Do you hear the sound?
It’s the clock healing my bones.
Stop trying to hide your lies.
I remember when we didn’t fight.
It was so nice to meet you.
Time have not waisted your body and your mind is still young.
I hope you love your life.
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Lunatic Catz Colindres, Spain
Lunatic Catz es un grupo de indie-rock nacido en 2016 en Cantabria.
Está formado por:
Cantia Silvino (voz y guitarra), Diego Fernández (guitarra), Alex Flores (batería), Javier Higuera (teclado y guitarra) y Nacho Varona (bajista).
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