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Cool Age
02:13
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The texture of tape. A lifted spirit from hate. The pause of time, the time to unwind the dagger in the feature. A spill, a dream. A whole world brought to its knees. It's a breeze, I’m glowing, I feel like I’ve newly been born. While the pressure of water releases from wounds that I’ve known but never sutured.
Fake stream of endless gin. Fevers. Shaved heads all before dinner. A riot squad, a liquid bed of rye, of bitters. Green, surging green. A wall against the doorknob thieves. I’m sheen. I’m silver. I’m served up on your platter.
Drying bones on 57th street no longer raises a shudder. Grounded, unbolted, I’m moored to the line of your sway. Unfettered, the rainbows have all exploded in your room. Too soon. I was waiting for drop in cases. Faces, gone clean, driven from me in the street. I forgot. The summer is when it will start. Or end. Or hand us over to a new, endless green.
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Transmission
02:00
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Mugikorra
02:14
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Como de la mesa por no comer del suelo
Otro piso el polvo, yo piso el anzuelo
Nena, nena, uh este blues, se descongeló ayer
Cuando vos estabas en Santa Fé
Sé que no te gusta toda esta basura sin sentido
Armemos ya mismo, acabo de estornudar el celular
El otro día lo vi, deja de clavarme el visto
Pensé en mandarte una foto, ninguna sirve
El 17 es un número maldito
Saqué el destornillador, el chiquitito
Leí muchas notas de mierda
Pensé en maldades y en mandarte mensajes
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Blood On The Fire
01:49
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Flirt
01:20
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Shit Brain
02:34
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Sequence 01
02:30
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El Uno
02:50
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It's a cement basement rose on top. I enter sidelong, reaching for a spool of unmeshed ardor. I doffed my hat, bowed and gave a frank look into the eyes. You see anything wrong with what’s going on? Look elsewhere man. The hostess betrays a smile. I ache for a hard on. Business craves the damage. I beg of you. You’ve never come by here before.
I’d have recognized you. Business noises nosiness. Ride it out till the fortnight. They say there is a pay at the end of the job. Enter silently but break with the hearts, start to explode. The driver enters the scene; he looks all around and sees the ghost of your ancient disease. He freezes for a second and begins to pray for sleep. Fire aches, son of sins anchoring down the left tit of the acrimonious alleger. I’ve slept and I have been asleep.
I shake for exegesis. Buried on the right wing of the downed falcon. Brides reconstructed from faulty prints. The unsteady tremble of your sides entering into a heart-shaped moon.Driven to other laces by an unknown force. I still drive at night. Looking for some escape. Out of town, roads with lights that shimmer brighter than the lost souls could have ever dream. We stepped outside just to take in the breeze. Tear soaked the doorknob.
Entering fire we saw that our hearts were charcoal. He drives a smile through my collar bone and I begin to hemorrhage from the eyes. Blister forms on his outer face.
They pulsate ooze for the sake of excrement. Man is born to become excreted.
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NoWa Buenos Aires, Argentina
NoWa is an experimental rock band from Buenos Aires, formed by Jeff Zorrilla on vocals, Manu Reyes on guitar and vocals,
Francisco Lovizio on guitar and pedals, Tania Romero on drums and Gustavo Obligado on sax.
In NoWa, the spoken word of the singer from California and sound experimentation with noises and music elements converge.
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