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Bells ring from the woods and the river,
they sound like flesh and stone smashing together.
Bells ring from a faraway church
while I desperately press my face on a stone.
It leaves a mark on my cheek,
it stays for a while
and then it vanishes,
like the sound of those bells.
Your mark on my heart is still there,
your patterns can be seen on my flesh,
you are so hard while I am so soft.
You´re more beautiful
than any carved stone
but they are immortal
while you are not
so I´ll carve your face on one
to remind of your cruel heart,
your beauty that I´ll praise as long as
those bells ring…
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The young man keeps destroying the past,
the grandma is destroying the present,
the baby plays with the ruins of the future.
Three vandals leaving a pile of dust
I wanna break break break you past!
I wanna erase all your old lovers!
Everything that has been before I arrived,
I wanna turn it into dust…I wanna turn it into dust!
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On an autumn day
we took your car and drove to the woods.
You´d made a promise to take me
where the leaves turn to brown and yellow and red and gold
and you kept it
thank God you kept it oh oh oh oh.
So we danced among the trees,
we jumped over streams, we played hide and seek,
we pretended to be hunters
we got dizzy on mushrooms that we found on the ground
like two mother nature´s sons
like two mother nature´s sons.
We made love among the bushes,
among the moss covered rocks,
on a bed of leaves,
twisting and turning on the ground
like two polecats doing some crazy war dance,
and like a small carnivore
you left a mark of your teeth at the back
of my neck
you left a mark of your teeth at the back
of my neck
you left a mark of your teeth at the back
of my neck.
The hours passed and we got nervous,
we crushed the flowers, we threw some stones to the rabbits
we scared some squirrels and some birds
we pissed in the stream and then I fiercely said
"I´m gonna set this place on fire
if you just don´t take me home!
take me home, take me home
to the city where I belong
here it´s damp and cold I need to go back home
I´m no other nature´s son.
I want to smoke fags and drink some rum
I wanna have pizza from the restaurant next door."
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We walked around
through the town of Barcelona,
past the roman walls,
a dark romanic church,
a tall gothic cathedral
a majestic baroque palace,
a colorful modernist mansion,
and I thought how strange
that all this remains
and people´s tendency to destruct
left them bruised but did not manage to erase them
and the soil beneath
remains the same
and there is a lot more to discover.
I went through
a pile of old photographs,
the party where we met,
our first weekend in that village,
that drunken night we stayed home,
those vacations on the islands,
a trip to Berlin, a trip to Athens,
the time we decided to shoot porn stuff,
and I thought how strange
that our pact remains
and our tendency to destruct
left it bruised but did not manage to erase it
and the love beneath
remains the same
and there is yet a lot more to discover.
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Sometimes what I see is not what it is,
what i want is different from what happens
and what I end up doing
is different form what I’d rather do.
I am wreaking my brains to find a way to tell you
but I don’t say a word.
My head is full but my mouth is empty,
my heart is open but my lips are sealed.
I wanna lay my eyes on you
but I lower my face
when you pass me by.
I drink and smoke and make stupid jokes
so that my mouth will be occupied
and it won’t be able to say
“I want you.”
No wonder why all this
makes my soul itch,
makes my eyes hurt,
makes my head explode,
ties y stomach in a knot.
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When I look at our trash
I see God’s hand,
filthy kleenex on our bedside
is his blessing.
After all,
the gold and the soil
leave a similar taste in my mouth
but I’d rather taste your lips.
Baby where you live downtown
your street is full of whores and pimps,
people piss on your doorstep
but to me it´s a prelude to heaven!
When I look at our trash
I see God’s hand,
filthy kleenex on our bedside
is his blessing.
After all
the gold and the soil
leave a similar taste in my mouth
but I’d rather taste your lips.
Yes we´ re poor but sure we can
share our cigarettes and clothes
I will mend the holes in your soles
´cause you filled the hole in my heart.
In my heart...
When I look at our trash
I see God’s hand,
filthy kleenex on our bedside
is his blessing.
After all,
the gold and the soil
leave a similar taste in my mouth
but I’d rather taste your lips.
I´d rather taste your lips, my little ferret!
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You stay in your flat with all the lights out but a candle.
You´re not alone, there are dozens of birds everywhere.
Their amber eyes watching ruthlessly everything you do,
they’ll peck your face if you dare
to say his name.
You stay in your flat with all the lights out but a candle.
You´re not alone, you can sense a stranger creeping in the dark.
He hides in the shadows, he follows your steps
he whispers in your ear telling you to do things they make your blood freeze!
Your mind flutters…
You stay in your flat with all the lights out but a candle
knowing that pretty soon the stranger will blow out the flame,
the birds will devour your eyes and you´ll stay in total darkness
in those hostile rooms full of danger, in total eclipse now that he´s gone.
Your laughter makes my blood freeze, it feels like crying!
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There he dances in the shadows
in the room where uncles lays.
there he sways, there he grins,
a dreadful mouth that starts to sing.
He will strip us off everything we got
when one day he´ll dance for us,
maybe in a room or in the street
he´ll sway his hips
and start to sing
Nemini Parco
but he hadn´t got his way yet love
so hold me tight love
make me forget him
you can bring life, only you can
as long as
those bells ring
ding dong.
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"Historia de la Espuma" is a collection of nine songs that respectively comprise the soundtrack of nine video pieces by acclaimed Catalan artist David Bestué.
The idea was to record in a totally different way than we had done before. We did not use any electric bass, electric guitars or even a proper drum kit in order to achieve a folk, lo-fi feeling, as if the songs were recorded by a group of friends fooling around in some living room with whatever instrument they could get their hands upon. The videos are conceptually complex but have a very home-made feeling therefore the music had to go that way as well. We nevertheless conserved the principal characteristics of every Evripidis and his Tragedies´song: dark humor, hopeless romanticism, rich vocal harmonies and classically-tinged (and at times thundering) pianos.
Those songs had been previously unreleased apart from "Our Trash". "Lights out" was re-recorded for our 2011 album "A Healthy Dose of Pain".
