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I dreamt I lost my teeth one by one,
they fell from my mouth on the floor of a club.
My father helped me pick them up
but they were sliding from our hands.
I knew it was a bad sign
and I woke up shivering.
I dreamt I lost my teeth one by one.
Two weeks later I lost my only love.
They say you have to go through trouble
to move on to new ground,
the past has to be torn apart
in order to emerge the future.
And I had to move on
and all I was left with
was some blood-stained teeth
to hide under my pillow.
I lost my baby teeth one by one
now my mouth is like my heart, a swolen hole
but ´till I grow sharper ones
I´ll take it slow and easy,
avoiding trouble and making love just to soft boys
till the day I grow my new teeth one by one.
They will be sharp and shiny, big and strong.
With them I will pay back anyone who gives me hell,
they´ll get a nice bite to remember for the rest of their lives.
Did it hurt you?
Was there blood?
I just wanted to keep a chunk of you
inside me forever.
Some loves are baby teeth, childish affairs.
They have to go away for new ones to take their place.
Some loves are wisdom teeth, painful, unecesary trouble.
Some loves are normal teeth, once lost they´ll never grow back.
Our tooth will never grow back.
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When you walk upon those rocks above the sea
and the soft breeze raises your skirt,
when the wind sings to you a thousand promises,
you hope that some of them may come true.
Maria, you don´t need any lover,
you don´t need a pain from which to recover,
summer is your friend, run to the beach barefoot
before it´s over.
When you taste the fruits you always let
their juice stain your chin and fingers.
It reminds you of being a messy little girl,
the rebel on the family table.
Maria, you don´t need any lover,
you don´t need a pain from which to recover,
taste the honey while you still can
before it´s over.
You go to the woods and stroll among the pine trees
and run your fingers on their wrinkled trunks
´cause they remind you of your grandpa´s face
and all those lovely tales he´d tell.
Maria, you don´t need any lover,
you don´t need a pain from which to recover,
run wild, touch, smell, watch and listen closesely
before it´s over.
Maria, why have a lover,
who needs more pains from which to recover?
Give me your hand, let´s jump in the water.
Sister, why have a lover?
We got enough pains from which to recover,
give me your hand let´s jump in the water.
Let´s learn how to taste the world before we´re over.
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Our love was a tsunami.
It was born in unknown depths
and caught us on the beach one morning.
The sea just slipped away
exposing all that wet sand,
we run to play and look for sea-shells
then, with a monstruous roar,
the sea came back
dark thundering terrible…
But we were skilled surfers
and rode the tidal wave,
we rode it inland
as it was devastating
and totally erasing
whatever that had ever been before the day we met.
We rose above the houses
above the trees and highways,
hotels, department stores
and in between chaos and disorder
we saw the face of God
and he was mad, yes he was mad
but still we thought that we could keep on riding
for the rest of our lives.
If only we hadn´t forgotten
this was no common wave,
it was the great tsunami!
And the sea just slipped away
as suddenly as it had emerged
and left behind just pain and death
and everywhere remains
of our violent love
but where is the love itself?
Oh I guess
it went back to the unknown depths
where it had been born
and left us all alone,
looking for traces
of the lives that we had before the day we met
and in between
chaos and disorder
we saw the face of God
and he was mad, yes he was mad
but now we got the habit,
we´ll look for waves to ride
for the rest of our lives.
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If there´s something out there
come and let me know
but be sure you come back
when I´m ready to see you.
Don´t come on a stormy night,
blowing with the wind
´cause I´d be so scared
while I should be so glad
to see you again.
If there´s something out there
come and let me know.
Have you seen your sister?
Is she pretty in her Sunday clothes?
Is grandpa proud by her side?
Are you given all those things
you were once denied?
Are you having so much fun,
are you in parties all the time
with your friends?
Don´t come on a stormy night
blowing with the wind.
come softly to me
in a beautiful dream
and tell me it´s allright.
If there´s something out there
come and let me know
so I´ll stop worrying
that my mom and dad are growing old.
We ´ll have Sunday feasts again
with stories from the East
and when your coffee is done we will ride in your car
´cause you drive again, you drive agan, you drive again.
But don´t come on a stormy night
blowing with the wind,
come softly to me
in a beautiful dream
and tell me that you drive again.
Yeah he drives, yeah he drives, yeah he drives again.
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Tras haber regalado mis discos,
mis libros mi ropa y este abrigo que tú me decías
que me quedaba tan bien,
me siento extrañamente ligero,
mis cosas darán alegria a otros,
a mí no me harán ninguna falta.
Dije a mis compañeros que cuidaran
las plantas sin confesar
que este verano tomaré
vacaciones largas
Quedé con mis mejores amigos,
quería sacar una última fotografía
para llevar conmigo.
Y ayer por la noche salimos de fiesta
y aunque mi mente se estaba alejando
pude disimular y bailar y beber hasta el fin.
¿Habrá a quien le haya parecido
cambiado, triste, un poco torcido?
Este verano tomaré vacaciones largas….
Tuve unos sueños recurrentes y bellos,
estaba volando encima de unos acantilados
de unas islas lejanas.
Y desde entonces estuve inquieto,
no podía dormir o comer y mis ojos parecían
dos ventanas vacías.
Soñaba hundirme en aguas de cristal,
cantar como un ser celestial…
Me preguntarás cómo pude hacerte esto,
no es nada personal, sólo quise evitar ver,
sólo quise evitar ver como el tiempo convertía
tu cara graciosa y triste en un sueño olvidado,
una foto movida.
No hiciste nada mal tranquilo,
el amor y la vida penden de un hilo
y este verano tomaré vacaciones largas
de mí mismo...
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A digital album of remixes.
released October 18, 2012
Ramixes by Ice Eyes, Algora, Norman Bambi, Odil Bright, K.Bhta, Furvoice.
All songs written by Evripidis Sabatis.
Art direction and design by Paralis