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Commuter
02:32
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i'm trying to give you something great,
i'm working hard to make a fucking masterpiece
but there's a spell on where i dwell
that someone put before, i wasn't even near
once i wanted it so bad, i wished upon a star
but now it's so worn out
a little bit like everyone,
morning commute and fear slowly bring you down
——
i'm not addressing it to anyone,
especially if you're already old
we're the ones who'll have to deal
with the lack of chances, spent so long ago
and now it's time to face it:
there ain't nothing phonier than rock and roll today
i'm glad i got it off my chest,
me, too, i feel depressed, but someone had to say it
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an imbecile
his heart is full of greed
sure gimme chills
but i can, too, be mean
he spit it out
venomous sprout
watch as we clash
it’s all so hard to believe
yeah, set me free
unlock me from this keyboard where i lay my only warranty
make me feel like a friend, let me see the world
it ain't so ugly if you turn your head from what you loathe
I TRIED TO SEE THROUGH YOUR ANGLE
I TRIED TO SING TO YOUR SONG
BUT SOME THINGS ARE TAKEN FOR GRANTED
IN COMPUTERS I DON'T OWN
where do i start?
you got me hating my own people then you sold us to the circus
made us movie stars
no room for doubt
loud
louder i scream at every chance you try to bring me down
is that your car?
i'd rather bike my way
is that your smoke?
i stole it anyway
is that your boy?
i never needed any fucker who can’t even pull a riot like my pussy craves
NOW I BOUGHT A COMPUTER
AND A MOBILE PHONE
I CAN SEE THE WORLD THROUGH THIS WINDOW
BUT EVERYBODY LOOK SO
HORRIBLE
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waiting for the hangman coming every sunday afternoon
no.. gun
it's 7 o'clock monday morning
she's getting ready for the week
she manages to drive her car
but lost her winning speech
waiting for the politicians come and tell us we all doomed
by.. war
overtaken by this parasite,
the man drags himself around the office
things he used to learn so fast
no longer feel so obvious
come watch me fail
and bow to the beast
in for the money,
rebelling at least
i slide through the carpet
i hide in the kitchen
it’s 6 elevators
and i just can't pick one
{but we're all deceiving
we're even doing it now
caught you acting so decent
until it's carnaval}
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4. |
Troublemakin
02:39
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troublemaking in real time
risky business for life
professors talk of society
physicians check on us
i tried to feel it in summer camps
i tried my best at the mall
i even made it to music jams
but i'm not there at all
here i come again with pessimistic words
that bring you down
i'll leave you the entire world
just keep me out
heaven is a quiet place
where gods can read
but i just need a quiet room
and a bag of weed
troublemaking is real life
risky business in time
physicians talk of anxiety
policemen check on us
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5. |
Freelance Illustrator
03:12
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no I’ll never learn because I still hate school
an entire generation cut their hair to soon
and we feel so good talking politics
an entire generation measuring their dicks
you can’t have a fox and a chicken house
an entire generation learning to renounce
when i get to say what i feel the most
an entire generation aiming at my throat
—
we are unaware but we still make sense
an entire generation looking for a chance
yet we don’t have time for the real thing
an entire generation learning how to swing
REFRAO 1:
don’t you worry my
precious little mind
i’ll show you the things that don’t matter tonight
but what can I do with morning light?
no i never fall and my heart don’t break
an entire generation with a limp handshake
as i’m working hard with my idle hands
this entire situation made me feel so tense
though i’m doing good, though i’m holding strong
i would like to find a face to put my finger on
but sometimes i do_ wish i had a boss
this entire conversation is a huge turn off
REFRAO:
i had the heart of the cicada
i sang my life away
now i wanna be a freelance illustrator
oh what a change in pace
(sang my life away)
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why don't you...
wait a little
wait a little!
-something's gotta give
shake a little!
-me, i gotta live
fake a little!
-make me feel so cheap
play a little!
-i've got it all, i mean
it's not care, it's not love, but it surely feels hot
we blame the times that we are living but enjoy it a lot
you gotta…
wait a little
waiting for somebody as the sun’s going down
i’ve got tomorrow in my pocket and my voice is my crown
i have a feeling of a feeling that i hope you feel so
what if i meet you in the middle, are you ready to go?
and then you jump, jump, jump to the left
and then you dive
it's not care, it's not love, but it surely feels hot
we blame the times that we are living but enjoy it a lot
why can't you take me down to places that i’ve never been to
what's the matter with temptation, when it's real and true
[ai, eu quero sentir o seu cheiro de novo
bem no meio da galera, o suor escorre
(tanto faz se é meu)
toma mais um baseado, que hoje eu fiz um corre
(nem me agradeceu)
você já nem me segue, mas preciso falar:
saí zoado nessa foto, tudo bem deletar?
mas aí, o melhor conselho que já me deram foi o seguinte:
se alguém dança olhando pra você… dance de volta, ué]
it's not care, it's not love, but it surely feels hot
we blame it on our generation but have enjoy it a lot
why don't we make it into places that we've never been to
what's the matter with sensation, if it's real and true
and just feels…
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7. |
Force Majeure
02:04
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8. |
Ianuggets
00:32
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9. |
Le Jazz (ft. GEO)
04:56
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you cast your spell over my stomach
you stimulate my appetite
you look so delightful
i would wait in the rain
but i’ll call before to hear your buzz through the phone
i think about you when i wake up to work
you cross my mind on my way home
you are my beautiful treat
you are my secret kind of need
devouring every slice of thee
i hold you in my arms until it's so late
(wait is a bore
i stay in line, fingers crossed)
your servants bow so kind and warm
(begging for more
you drip all over my jaw)
because your touch is to tame
the sound is never too lame
it's hungry music all the same
—
hey serginho, i've got something in my nose
didn't think it was for real but this really done me wrong
(hey!)
hey zezinho, i can only thank you all
for the bad times we were having made me write a thousand songs
(hey!)
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10. |
Consumer
05:21
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Nunca conheci quem tivesse levado porrada.
E mesmo que conhecesse, porrada de verdade é só a que me dói.
Todos os meus inimigos têm sido campeões em tudo. E do lado de cá, a gente tem se gabado da virtude que há na derrota.
Sim, tudo aquilo pelo que você lutou foi usurpado e usado contra você. Toda ideia boa que você tiver será arrancada de suas mãos. Quer um pouco de liberdade? Depende do quanto você pode pagar.
E se tudo tem um preço, escolho ser irrespondivelmente parasita. Indesculpavelmente sujo.
Porco, vil, estranho, vendido, macabro, saudoso, paspalho, culpado, verdugo.
Arre! Eu estou farto de semideuses! Onde é que há gente no mundo? Hoje já duvido que tenha sido ridículo sem ter sido traído.
Ideário da dormência.
Porto-seguro da nossa decência.
Estrangulamento coletivo?
Um senhor desafio para a livre docência.
Plena decadência
Queria que eu fosse mais descritivo?
Leão-de-chácara da falsa ciência
Ideário da falência.
Porto-seguro da própria impotência.
Tanque de guerra pro ano letivo?
Que belo discurso de vossa excelência!
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