1. |
Not The One To Blame
03:51
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2. |
GP113
03:25
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Remember those days laughing
around regeant's park
We finished work at 6 then
then jumped on The Great Swan
After 4 pints of Lager
We went to have some pork
and then we moved to “Underworld”
We tried to run for the last train
Let's go!
We got to see how the doors shut in our face
Oh no!
We had to jump in a mini cab
to sing our songs
and lose control again
is good to feel drunk under London's fog
and say
let's have one more
and let us go
Back in one hundred thirteen
Quato rules the main room
Fruco keeps all us dancing
Negrico sees all blur
Ciri can stop his talking
Chuma straight his pose
and Chapas shouts out of control
We tried to run for the last train
Let's go!
We got to see how the doors shut in our face
Oh no!
We had to jump in a mini cab
to sing our songs
and lose control again
is good to feel drunk under London's fog
and say
let's have one more
and let us go
I look around myself
see NH girls are dancing
Pablico is trying to find his way to somewhere
There is no more glass for drinks
Willy Fog has just got here
I miss only my madrilian friends
This is how they went/ my 20 months/ in London SPA
where I did never sing alone
Where I spent my nights with all these guys around
I know they'll always sing this song
I look around myself
see Fosi & Nacho are laughing
Fernando is trying to kick his way to that girl
There is no more glass for drinks
there is not food to eat here
I just miss my only band mate
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3. |
Those Regular Weeks
02:28
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Monday
morning
I feel depressed
5 days
working
And I'll get there
but meanwhile
Clients
calling
to double-check
if I had make it
Excel
Coffee
Control-C again
But now the clock that rules my fate
points Friday night, release the slaves
I go home,
I call the boys
and I get dressed
We got some rum
some whiskey & coke
& some new birds
We go to dance
look for a chance
try to get laid
Was not our night
day has arrived
I feel so old
Feel so old
Monday
morning
I feel the same
Dont' know
if this
will ever changed
but meanwhile
Clients
shouting
cause I was late
and did not make it
Excel
Caffeine
Control-V again
But now the clock that rules my fate
Points Friday night, release the slaves
I go home,
I call the boys
and I get dressed
We got some rum
some whiskey & coke
and some new birds
I make my move
I’m just not sure
She’s unimpressed
Was not my night
day has arrived
and I want some more
Want some more
Want some more
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4. |
Luckless Joe
03:33
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Look him on his own
His wine is almost gone
His hair is all over
He is way not sober
He begs outside the church
How much you think he gets
for wine and butter
bread and a lighter
He wakes up late
No need to shower
his one true friend
is freedom the filthy dog
People say
they met one day
under the highway
He walks around
his old apartment
His luck went down
He lost it in a bet
That's when he decided
That the street will guide him
Even that his life is not bright
he says everything is fine
“cause I have my dog
and a lot of free time”
“He says one day
he fell in love
with a pretty girl
she died of overdose”
That's when he decided
That the street will guide him
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5. |
The Fixing Song
03:20
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I have been fighting with my mind
I know the rules I know the way
but it doesn't work this time
2 weeks ago you said goodbye
you took your smile you took your laptop
and then you ran from my side
What did you expect?
I know by now you know me
I know a scene was in your bets
Please hesitate
If you ever think to call me
or introduce me your new friend
I Cut my hair, streamed my beard
I thought about growing a mustache
But I changed my mind again
I bought some drinks I wrote this song
So I got something clear of the
of the day you left
Please hesitate
If you ever think to call me
or introduce me your new friend
What did you expect?
I know by now you know me
I know a scene was in your bets
I let it roll
I let the sadness played its chords
But I know this is all
I have been around your block
I listened all your songs
And I know this is all
4 weeks ago you said goodbye
forgot your smile I bought a laptop
and I am feeling quite alright
And now I'm listening the song
I wrote the second week I cried you
I miss a couple of bad words
What did you expect
I know by now you know me
with The Reserve I'm just fed
I am being myself
You know that turning pages
is one of my best strengths
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6. |
The Last Page
01:34
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He's been sitting in that bench
the years have marked his face
His sins have darkened his eyes
remorse never age all bright
he´s talking to himself
I've done everything that I 've been told
but did it backwards
I haven't grown my kid not treated him well
well I'm just like that
hey tell me this is not the end
that there is something else
fate will write another page
and that my shaking hands
will build one castle in the sand
that will remain there
so everyone remembers this mean man
Son, just don't do what I have done
and live your life
and please, please forgive this poor old man
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7. |
Sometimes We...
03:39
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Sometimes we sound much older
sometimes we sound so teen
sometimes we like to sit down and to watch some soccer
sometimes we make it softer
sometimes we like to scream
sometimes we like to stop and start all over
Sometimes we write good lyrics
Sometimes we write shit
sometimes we sing aguachuwe & awauchu yeah
Sometimes we feel like rock stars
sometimes we feel like freaks
sometimes we feel like this is not to the best place for us
We are almost 30
We gave up all our dreams
We live tomorrow
Maybe you would want to follow
We don't play sober
We barely move our feet
We live tomorrow
This is what we had to swallow
Sometimes we feel much older
sometimes we feel so teen
sometimes we like to sit down and to play some poker
sometimes we make it softer
sometimes we do scream
sometimes we like to stop and start all over
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