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Ecouter Comparsa "Catastrophic Magic Band" (2013) - Local de Ensayo - Presentación "La Sereníssima"


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Mama's Dress (Magickal Jay)

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

I wouldn't wear your woman's dress
And I wouldn't look good in her dress
You see my wife and see my
You don't think so but I do

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

I know they are ripe tomatoes
Just what this town is due to burn
But this dress is another tone
The way you wear your dress is wrong
Don't offend, you're made of curves
You have your little head
One shade of a woman's dress is
He wants to bring it down to you

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

I wouldn't wear your woman's dress
And I wouldn't look good in her dress
You asked me if I could handle that
I wouldn't wear your woman's dress, no

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

A deadbeat is having this
A catastrophe, tampax cheeze-whiz
I don't know what to say but I think I'm gonna burst and
I wouldn't wear your woman's dress
And I wouldn't look good in her dress
And you .. saw me .. oh yeah no

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

I wouldn't wear your woman's dress
And I wouldn't look good in her dress
Gotta change, but I don't wanna
Check it out, check it out, check it out

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

Get funky now ..

I know they are ripe tomatoes
Just what this town is due to burn
But this dress is another tone
The way you wear your dress is wrong
Don't offend, you're made of curves
You have your little head
One shade of a woman's dress is
He wants to bring it down to you

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

No shoe-tale

I wouldn't wear, who wouldn't wear
She didn't wear, your dress

Pork chop

Girl Next Door (Saving Jane)

Small town homecoming queen
She’s a star in this scene
There’s no way to deny she’s lovely
Perfect skin, perfect hair
Perfumed hearts everywhere
Tell myself that inside she’s ugly

Maybe I’m just jealous-I can’t help but hate her
Secretly I wonder if my boyfriend wants to date her

She is the prom queen, I’m in the marching band
She is a cheerleader, I’m sitting in the stands
She gets the top bunk, I’m sleeping on the floor
She’s Miss America
And I’m just the girl next door

Senior class president
She must be heaven sent
She was never the last one standing
A backseat debutante
Everything that you want
Never too harsh or too demanding

Maybe I’ll admit it, I’m a little bitter
Everybody loves her, but I just wanna hit her…

Chorus

I don’t know why I’m feeling sorry for myself
Spend all my time wishing that I was someone else

Chorus
I get a little bit, she gets a little more
She’s Miss America
And I’m just the girl next door

~j~

Rotting Garden (Grendel)

Cot deaths emerging
Accidents and catastrophes
Houses are burning
Those loaded guns
These playful hands
Their wrists are bleeding
Onto kitchen floors
So bring forth all your dying daughters
So bring forth all your dying sons

Leave your children at the rotting garden
Hear them scream and hear them play
Leave your children at the rotting garden
A monument for all their latter days

The Rotting Garden

See them placed on benches
See them collapse and fold
Dead children floating
In the waters cold
See their flesh corroding
In the summer sun
So bring forth all your dying daughters
So bring forth all your dying sons

Leave your children at the rotting garden
Hear them scream and hear them play
Leave your children at the rotting garden
A monument for all their latter days

The Rotting Garden

Can you hear them screaming?
Can you hear them play?
There is no life round here
Only tears and remembering
Cold bones embrace the mud
Disappearing in the summer sun
So bring forth all your dying daughters
So bring forth all your dying sons

Leave your children at the rotting garden
Hear them scream and hear them play
Leave your children at the rotting garden
A monument for all their latter days

Wasted Episode (Angry Amputees)

In this wasted Episode, what the hell am I still doing here, growing up?
It's a landmark of much depravity
Sixteen without a purpose in life.
A smoking gun proves to define it
Broken windows line Boulevards
Hear children crying sleeping in their
Infested homes
Their heads hanging down
Straight from the womb
Where ignorance can be found
Above the sidewalks
Bloody Band-Aides
Sirens every hour
The shelter is over booked again
The city's crying out...When will it end?
When you're walking down the street
Hey can you spare some change
Well I love where I come from...But I hate this ** town.
Well I am not ashamed
I was born on Geary St.
I love where I come from, but I hate this ** town.
Where my future seems so bleak
And every day feels like a week
Well I love where I come from but I hate this ** town
I can never get no rest, and little Timmy gave his best,
I love where I come from but I hate this ** town
The rich stay in the game
The Meek will never reign
I hate this ** town
There's nothing left to say, so ** your empathy
Cuz I hate this ** town!!!!!!!
Well I love where I come from... But I hate this ** TOWN!

Sssh... (Hope Diggy) (Apex Theory)

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

People have the tendency
Of ** the life out of me
Try and fill me with forthcomings
Excess is the way of the wise
Even when they are left alone
One hand on rye
A thousand rambles in a second
Tiny tip is topsy turvy
So stop the torment you traitors

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the voice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Local lopsided judges lure lunacy
Over loony loud lumpy loopholes
With lingo that's loathsome
And shade shameless shamsters
Shake and shape shaggy
Young people with sharp teeth
On shelves of ship shaped
Sharpened shop owners
While customers consume large quanties
Of curiously cultivated curtains
Alongside crowds of crude oils
Crossed and crooked
Atop a crushed icemaker

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the choice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

I can't take the squeaks anymore
Than I can't take you
I'm sure you're sick of me
Well I'm sick of you too
Haven't you gone far enough my friend
If you send we'll understand
Enter the choice and avoid the void
You're safe with the flag

Hope diggy da
Diggy da
Ras ta dan teh

2002 (Bob Schneider)

The year is two thousand & two
I'm doing exactly what I wanted to
And baby I don't even think about you anymore

Just thought I'd drop you a line
To let you know I was feeling fine
Cause honey it's been a long long time
Since you walked out my door

It took me some time I must confess
For a while there I was feeling less than my best
I had to get out of town so I headed out west
I ended up in Seattle

I thought I'd start a brand new band
I thought I might call it Lonelyland
Things got a little out of hand
I ended up hooked on heroin

So I ended up moving back over to Germany
Living with the folks baggin grocery's
But the time I had was mostly free
So I spent most of it drinking

I got myself in a jam or two
I guess it's what I had to do
Late at night I'd still think of you
And it felt like I was drowning

Till I met this girl at a discotheque
She was a dancer but not what you'd expect
She taught ballet and she was half-Czech half Chinese

But after she decided not to have the baby
She said she was gonna move back to Czechoslovakia maybe
By then I didn't really care I was either half drunk or half crazy

I got arrested once but never convicted
My parents eventually had me evicted
I tried your number but it'd been disconnected
I guess I should've known

I heard you got married and you moved away
I called your folks but where they wouldn't say
They said it's probably better that way so I just let it be

I moved back to Austin bout a year ago
I drive a schoolbus I don't drink no more
I go out every once in a while and see a show but mostly I just watch TV

So I don't know where I'm gonna send this letter
I doubt things are ever going to get much better
It seems like life is just one big whatever anyway

I just thought I'd drop you a line
Lie and say I was doing fine
Cause baby it's been a long long time
Since you walked out my door

Rainy Day Women #12 & 35 (Bob Dylan & The Band)

Well, they'll stone ya when you're trying to be so good,
They'll stone ya just a-like they said they would.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to go home.
Then they'll stone ya when you're there all alone.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone ya when you're walkin' 'long the street.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to keep your seat.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' on the floor.
They'll stone ya when you're walkin' to the door.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

They'll stone ya when you're at the breakfast table.
They'll stone ya when you are young and able.
They'll stone ya when you're tryin' to make a buck.
They'll stone ya and then they'll say, "good luck."
Tell ya what, I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you and say that it's the end.
Then they'll stone you and then they'll come back again.
They'll stone you when you're riding in your car.
They'll stone you when you're playing your guitar.
Yes, but I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Well, they'll stone you when you walk all alone.
They'll stone you when you are walking home.
They'll stone you and then say you are brave.
They'll stone you when you are set down in your grave.
But I would not feel so all alone,
Everybody must get stoned.

Can't Stop Us (The Casualties)

This is for the touring bands living on the road
The ones that tavel non-stop from coast to coast
For the ones who do 90 shows in 90 ** days
Then they go back and do it all again

Across the states
Around the world
We'll play it loud
You can't stop us!

This is for the bands that take a chance
Leaving their loved ones and dead jobs behind
For the ** van that always breaks
Spending money fixing it more than taking care of my health

This is for the ones that break away
Losing monet over and over again
For the ones that take so much sht
From people who never leave their home state

For our friends in NYC
All the bands that we meet in the streets

This is for friends that still try hard
The many touring punk and skinhead bands
Life on the road can be so ** hard

The 13th Asbath Celebration (Nokturnal Mortum)

The bitterness was born in a soul thrusting the Atame into sacrifice, the "Book Of Shadows" is opened, we're waiting for the full-moon's arrival - we're celebrating the thirteenth Asbath. I lift my eyes. I look at the moonrise, the Goddess of the night takes my gifts. You came to us through your immortality, attach us to the true craft. Give us the power, give us the great understanding. I draw the magic circle by my baton, and the skull of the deer on its top starts to light. Oh Moon, the great mother! Protectress of our destinies and secret intentions. Fly up and light our deeds by your limpid light. Thrust your sharp rays into the Earth. We're absorbing the full-moon power - this is the thirteenth Asbath. Let the blood of the sacrificed flow into your heart. The bowels in the priestess hands are filled with water - chaos that symbolizes the Moon and rules by it. Oh Moon, the great mother, we're absorbing your power - this is the thirteenth Asbath. ** our bodies we gash in the long-lasting dance, going around the circle repeatedly against the moving of the sun. The nature is singing and delighting - we're celebrating the thirteenth Asbath. Marble moon give us the power. Our bodies are stewing and poison draught is ready. Our circle is unbreakable, we're embraced by the only ecstasy. The wine runs through our veins and our joy is gifted to darkness. On the mountain tops, on the tops of the trees - everywhere you look is the Great our Mother - Moon.

Hominis Nocturna (Crest Of Darkness)

they're watching your face
a face shining with excitement
they're feeling your strenght
you're so full of life

a dream
living forever
in the twilight zone

they're everywhere
you don't know them/they know you
they're always searching
for a victim made of flesh and blood

they're the Gods of Darkness
embodiments of the night
they're the bringers of magic
strong and powerful

a dream
living forever
in the twilight zone

HOMINIS NOCTURNA

a dream
living forever
in the twilight zone

they're watching your face
a face shining with excitement
they're feeling your strenght
you're so full of life

a dream/your dream
your dream/their dream

HOMINIS NOCTURNA

a place with no memories
simple moments of beauty
can't last forever
love isn't the only truth
we can't stay together

nobody knows what I feel
who could ever understand
I'm not a believer
I won't see the promised land

FOLLOW ME
DIE
FOLLOW ME
COMMIT SUICIDE

I'm so sad and lonely
but I don't wanna change my life
I've found my own solution
in my hand/cold steel/a knife

I've always heard
this clear and mighty Voice
a call from the eternity
it gives me no choise

FOLLOW ME
DIE
FOLLOW ME
COMMIT SUICIDE


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