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That makeup doesn't fill at all
the gaps caused by repeated disappointments.
Those heels that you wear to feel bigger
are unable to help you, I guess.
Have you trained that smile before the rain?
Did you ask the window to change landscape?
Have you counted all the words that you have kept?
Now they’ve been turned into oil.
Welcome my dear, you can go inside.
This is the club of the broken masks.
We cut the nets, we buy evicted wishes,
we scream for nothing, bare night with laughs.
When we get tired of being ourselves,
we look in the trunk for normal clothes
to go unnoticed along the day.
Have you ever felt your dance is moved
by those who do not even play the music?
Have you ever felt like a confused penguin
making an appointment in a tanning salon?
Did you want to be alone being empty?
Did you feel your steps were decided?
So much to say that you've run out of room
before writing it on the walls.
Allons-y vite, allons-y vite, sinon on respecte les règles.
Suddenly you open the dams.
Do you lose or you get big space?
The lights go out, meanwhile, you go on.
A quick jump before the show.
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2. |
Care
02:47
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I’m sitting again with my legs off
the edge of the mountain we used to go.
A beer on the left and your
absence on the right. Can you see?
You didn't say goodbye, but it
doesn’t mean you didn’t leave me.
You stopped calling me and afterwhile
forgetting me, forgetting me.
‘Cause I feel like a novel
on the shelf, neglected.
When you read me it was the only way
I could see you without getting an excuse.
‘Cause I feel like a novel
of the past.
You did allow the time to stay more
between us and inflate itself.
I ask you for a text or a reason,
a door slam, an argument or something.
Let me say bye before you come
to say hello as nothing happened.
As if all the trains could engage
a reverse gear, a reverse gear.
You could have taken your place.
You could have taken your name.
You could have taken them.
Complete the long list of those,
Complete the long list of those
who I lost not knowing why.
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3. |
Morphine
02:49
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You wanna smile in front of the best photos.
You blame the plastic flowers of your garden
‘cause they can't bring you closer to the spring.
The truth is on sale.
You put your memories on a strict diet
to make them look much better in the market.
The palace will be made of cheap cardboard.
The truth is on sale.
Try to reach the highest peak using five escalators.
Get the compliments to pay your endless bills. Let’s try.
You learn way more from marketing than hugs. It’s worrying.
Life will maybe wink at you with false eyelashes.
Truth’s still waiting,
it may always be.
It will be very old
though able to keep you young.
You ask the smoke to play as a marble statue.
You tell the earthquake to stop for the picture.
You expect the varnished apples are not toxic.
The truth is on sale.
You count the amount of followers in media
but you can hardly remember the last trip.
You would exchange the passion for just image.
The truth is on sale.
Behind the numbers there is nothing more than touches on the screen.
Two sentences. Three filters and nothing more to add.
Talking without saying anything could be the new morphine.
Hide your head like an ostrich so the moles freak out.
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Winged Stapler
02:43
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7:41,
running to the bus.
Sit in the back
losing in your thoughts,
living in the headphones.
Then you get in class.
Unit 43.
You get the mark,
forget your name,
now you are a number.
How can the watch be
(truly)
same as in the street?
Sorry.
How can your mind be
so free,
so far from this gray building?
You are trying to
focus
on the boring book.
For sure.
You want to remove
so soon
all the anchors of your head.
Gap in the margin,
you need to write something.
The only thing
they’ll fill with words
is your broken backpack.
You feel lonely in
your flaming revolution.
The uniforms before were worn
but now they are felt.
You are in a hurry
(always)
to discover why
some things
seem to get away
so quick,
like the gaze in the mirror.
Everything to prove.
To whom?
Nothing seems enough
for you.
Waiting for your chance,
no doubts.
Welcome hyperactive dream.
It’s okay
to take
your place,
let the rest go with the flow.
It’s okay
to ask,
questions do the same as doors.
It’s so boring this perfection,
you can’t stand.
One breath from sea always means
oxide for chains.
Third teacher
is different,
seems preacher,
breaks the script.
Gets the answers
from the inside.
Show images
on the screen.
Makes think,
takes risks
believing in
another hit.
Cheat sheets
for the life.
One smile
to bribe the sky.
“All the papers are
like mules
carry only what
they put”.
You can see your thoughts
caught out
at the customs of the mouth.
Maybe now you know
(alright)
your revolt is not
enough.
Maybe you need more of those
to make a much better world.
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5. |
In the Ocean
03:33
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One black whale falls in the ocean.
Makes no noise there in the ocean.
Does not know where to go so moves.
One little mole in the ocean.
I take the capes of my fears
to make the sails of a ship.
I set the course at once.
Blackness, blackness, can you feel me?
I was in the desert staying safe.
I was in the desert far from any rain.
I was in the desert staying still.
I was in the desert, no one could find me.
Now I’m in the ocean and it’s night.
Sometimes singing means having reason why.
Now I’m in the ocean, it’s alright.
Even if the panic throws his smoke to face.
It may sink deep enough so it can float.
A black note falls on to the score.
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Bite ft. Deu Txakartegi
02:51
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Clean the greater weever removing the guts and scales.
Season, flour and fry over high heat with oil.
Make sure not to overdo it. Pour a drink.
Put it in a bowl to keep it warm. Just leave.
Brown a few garlic cloves in the wide clay pot.
Don’t be afraid to be generous with the product.
Once they start to sweat, add peppercorns for taste
and a sea fennel.
If the poison is there, I will extract from you
so you can’t say anything when it is in my hands.
And when you feel so lonely with nothing else to offer,
you will try to become something other than food.
A few minutes later, add vinegar and
glass of txakoli. Cook over a low heat
so the alcohol evaporates. Add the fish,
store inside the fridge at least for a day.
Place the clay pot on the table, cut the bread
into medium slices, put the fish on top.
Add the salt, the marinade and sea fennel
with some garlic.
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Castle
02:56
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I learned to shine in the shadow of the spotlights.
I used to play between the wall and taken throne.
I couldn’t touch the crown, I had a sword and fights
waiting for me.
All cameras passed
very close to me,
but they didn’t stop.
There was never (never) enough time.
And I realized that
everything would stay the same.
So the only way out was to
try change myself.
Can I get the power I drew from it?
Forget the time that has gone to nowhere?
I used to sleep with answers and then
get up with questions, get up and reset.
I had a lot to tell, I had to go away.
The palace was smaller from the long distance.
I felt like getting bigger at every turn,
leaving my post.
But I wanted to live
to build and have my place.
Get rid of the armor.
For what? For what? ‘Cause it didn’t work.
It was heavier than
all the flashbacks.
When I go back I see I’m the
castle with wheels.
I don't know if I chose right or wrong,
at least I did my way.
I made my decision of being myself.
The price of being part of something was
to nod, accept the facts.
The battles expired long time ago.
There are no crowns.
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8. |
America
03:11
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You go by bus, they fly in business.
You get a discount, not the desired necklace.
You avoid defeats, they count their wins.
You control the clock but not the time.
Hey! America! You are America!
With the snow of the Andes on your teeth.
Hey! America! You are the Amazon!
With its patience to reach the distant coast.
And maybe that is true,
the others are further ahead.
They may even do better.
You wish it wasn’t like that.
But you don't walk in their shoes
nor do you breathe with their lungs.
You open the wind when
you move forward.
You have a tea, they drink cocktails.
You watch the trailer, but they star in movies.
You are very cold, they dress in gowns.
You look at photos, they travel around the world.
Hey! America! You are America!
You bring a pleasant climate in the words.
Hey! America! You are America!
The mic points at you but it’s you who shoot.
Do you wanna be then here so free?
Fresh air, open sky, a bonfire.
Lights and comments bounce off your jacket.
People dance on the red broken sandglass.
Everything in here just goes round,
maybe running away for the towering storm.
Glasses and dancers, the dancers are glasses.
It’s been awhile since the worries lost.
Let’s go, let’s go, leave the damage now.
There’s no reason to stay where the questions shout.
Tired of giving all to the others so,
what is left for you? ¿Quieres ser ruina en tu ciudad?
We’re like fishermen of dawns.
If you ever get the chance to return,
bring again the passes for your songs.
We’re gonna be like tourists on the moon.
Y puede que esté bien así,
vuelve suspiro a mí.
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9. |
System
02:51
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System, do you know us?
Do you know our tastes, despairs and aspirations?
Do you see us behind so many papers,
protocols and counters?
System, we are cells in your body.
Few for us, too many for you.
We talk in banners, we keep quiet in your radios.
I doubt you can hear us.
System, are you there? Take a seat.
You go in shoes, we are barefoot.
You go in shoes, we are barefoot,
and the ground is full of broken promises.
System, asking you to change is dangerous:
every movement of yours affects us.
We’d rather change ourselves and affect you directly.
Many lies, many lies, many tricks.
If we really talk to you, you have no answers.
With the doors, with the doors closed for us,
we have built eleven stages to hit the silence.
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You wanna dance with risk. I’m sitting looking at you.
You always jump, then check. I can't follow you on that.
I don't know how to leave.
I don't know how to leave.
I don't know how to leave the fucking bland reality.
Eyes are asking for.
You improvise a path. While I'm full of “just in cases”.
You book a table in a fire. I run to protect myself.
I comply with the law.
I comply with the law.
I comply with the law, it’s a suit, well, you go naked.
Eyes are asking for.
Ezusteko altxor bat eskatu diot
nire gogoari ziurtasuna ahazteko.
Ez delako nahiko begiei egiak
eranztearekin gordetzen dutena ulertzeko.
You want to live so fast. I prefer to walk safely.
You ask for wings to rise. I’d rather for few runways.
I'm trying to predict.
I'm trying to predict.
I'm trying to predict mounted on a moving wheel.
Eyes are listening.
You challenge the routine. I have sex with it daily.
You choose the clouds for flirting. I attend the rest of bans.
I would like to arrange.
I would like to arrange.
I would like to arrange chaos in colorful boxes.
Ametsak domestikatu ditugu urtez urte, bada,
orain nor da gai haiek libratzeko?
Nor ez da inoiz sentitu bideoklip batean bezala?
Lehengo trabak orain itzalak dira.
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Dekot Maruri, Spain
Dekot is a Basque duo formed by Ibai Ayerza (composer and singer) and Ibon Aguirre (drums). They originally come from Maruri-
Jatabe (Bizkaia) and could be said to inhabit the alternative music scene. "Dekot" means "to have" in Basque language.
Created in 2014 by the vocalist, the group has experienced many changes of formation, musical genre and even language until finding their own sound.
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