1. |
Zombieland
03:24
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ZOMBIELAND
This is my resignation
No more complications
Tomorrow I´ll be just fine
You can call me a coward
Or give me an award
For not wanting this war
I feel so sick of myself
Standing in the same place
No more trains pass me by
But tonight, the shadows won’t hold me back
God dam, I’ll get this words out loud
I’ll cut my paunch and draw my guts
I’ll climb a tree and hang down my hurt.
This is my resurrection
Got no explanation
but I do got the pain.
If I ever stop feeling
And got nothing to believe in
Id peg you to kill me please
In a parallel word
we are close as we should
But I’m locked in this town
so brown, where people are slowly dying
god dam, somebody got me out
This is like living in Zombieland
and I already got bitten bad
The hours simply disappear,
The days are gone without a call
And If you were here next to me
and would get a fast past to hell
yes, if you were here next to me
I would get a fast past to hell
Oh ye ye ye yeee,
pa pa pa pa
pa pa pa pa pa paaa paaa
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2. |
Samurai
03:40
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PARA TOCAR Y CANTAR!!
Intro: G – A#6 - G – A#6 - G – A#6 – A – A7 (X2)
G A#6
Revelación
G A#6
Ayer tuve una visión
G A#6
Ya no hay más escusas
A A7
Ni semifusas
Mi versión japonesa
Nunca se queja
Anda sobre las tejas
Cual comadreja
(estribillo)
Dm A
Porque soooooooooy un samurái
Dm A
en Uruguay
A# Gm
Superhéroe urbano
A# C#°
va contramano
Dm A
Es que sooooooy un samurái
Dm A
en la ciudad
A# Gm
no me verás, es imposible
A# C#°
soy invisible
Intransigente
Contra la corriente
Controla tu ansiedad
No seas de mente
Samurai suburano
Republicano
Samurái delirante,
él viene a amarte.
(estribillo)
Aaaahh…
(solo de guitarra )
(estribillo x3)
El Fin.
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3. |
Darkwing
02:47
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I am the terror that flaps in the night
The onion smell stuck on your hands
I am the in-grow toenail on your foot
The bubble gum that clings to your shoe
I am the stinkbug that smashes
your windshield
The screeching fingernail
on your chalkboard
The batteries that are not included
the fly that swims in your pumpkin soup
No matter where you try to scape
I will be there to ruin your day
I will fuck you day
A Jehovah witness nocking at your door
In the middle of a Sunday nap
the weirdo sitting next to you in the bus
the hair in the lens of your projector
I am the broken tile that wets
the bottom of your pants
The wrong number that wakes
you up at 3 am
The fluff that got into your eye
The shoelace knot you can´t untie
So watch out couse I am coming throw
Don’t mess with me
I’m the PIT-CNT
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4. |
Sea of wolves
04:32
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I’m going down, down, down into the sea
I’m giving myself in
Where’s no one but the fishes
Sinking till my toes touch the bottom
The air doesn’t matter
I’m growing my own gills
Down where the fish go asleep
The water gets so thick
The sunlight cannot reach me
And if she come asking for me
Just tell her I have left
To the beach
I’m turning into a sea wolf
Turning into a sea wolf
Down into the sea of wolves
(repite)
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Ignacio Lasa Montevideo, Uruguay
Los Miopes es un no-grupo ¿?, o más bien es el espacio artístico donde Ignacio Lasa excrementa sus canciones, que luego son pulidas y enchuladas por Guillermo Berta.
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