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Siempre sonrío al azar
05:26
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Me despedí una mañana
ni me giré ni miré atras
se que aun siguen en la cama
las huellas de mis actos de animal
Cogí un tren que me llevara
lejos de aquí a otra ciudad
voy sin maleta y sin alma
a destrozar una vida más
Otra partida ganada
siempre sonrío al azar
las manos están manchadas
pero se pueden lavar
las manos estan manchadas
y yo me vuelvo a escapar
Tu quedaté con tus recuerdos
yo ya aprendí a olvidar
el peso de lo que he hecho
algún día me lo haran pagar
He conocido a otra persona
que se dejará engañar
así que desde ahora
me toca volver a jugar
Otra partida ganada
siempre sonrío al azar
las manos están manchadas
pero se pueden lavar
las manos estan manchadas
y yo me vuelvo a escapar
Otro tren
otra vida
otro tren otra huida
otro tren
otra vida
otro tren otra huida...
Las manos están manchadas
ya no se pueden lavar
las manos están manchadas
no puedo ni caminar
Me atraparon un domingo
se que no podré escapar
he jugado y he perdido
pero siempre sonrío al azar
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2. |
The wolf
03:23
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I´m the wolf
I´m the wolf
under the blankets
tell your mum
tell your mum
you´re afraid
I´m the wolf
I´m the wolf
in your nightmares
ask your mum
if you can sleep with her
And my howl
yes, my howl
will twist yor will
there´s no escape
don´t block your ears
now you´re insane
I´m the wolf
in your wardrobe
in your decisions
without permission
I´m your obsession
no time for lessons
this is my game
I´m the wolf
in the mirror
not a reflection
I´m an ilussion
I come in visions
no time for lessons
this is my game
I´m the wolf
I´m the wolf
got no time for nonsense
so better think
better think
about your answers
I´m the wolf
you´re not hunting anymore
you won´t shoot me
you won´t shoot me, no no
And my howl
yes, my howl
will twist yor will
there´s no scape
don´t block your ears
now you´re insane
I´m the wolf
in your wardrobe
in your decisions
without permission
I´m your obsession
no time for lessons
this is my game
I´m the wolf
in the mirror
not a reflection
I´m an ilussion
I come in visions
no time for lessons
this is my game
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3. |
Your name
04:38
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Your name sounds so small
it fits in a vial like a potion
that soothes the ear with a song
Your name slips through the cracks in my mind
and dwells in regions unknown
that seem familiar but no one can find
Sounds that I can´t hear
sometimes come near
they whisper words unclear
in the depths of my ear
Your name is carried by the wind
and climbs to the top of the trees
then comes down again with a silent ring
Your name swirls and turns
through streets and blind alleys
If only I could catch it an put it in a locket
Sounds that I can´t hear
sometimes come near
they whisper words unclear
in the depths of my ear
Your name is used for many things
to match the colors and smell the food
to place the moon inside a spoon
Your name was made from words unspent
re- echoed through the past
it came on a summer´s day near the autumn´s sway
Sounds that I can´t hear
sometimes come near
they whisper words unclear
in the dephts of my ear
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4. |
Ciudad de betún
03:14
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Tu, ciudad de betún
que ensucias manos y frentes
pregunté por tí en el sur
me dijeron embarca rumbo este
Rompí los mapas de tu corazón
tus latidos son más que suficiente
la mirada, reflejada en el mar
no hay prisa y apenas queda gente
A pesar de que hay ciudades que no duermen
tu cierras los ojos para soñar
al abrigo de luces intermitentes
se respira la tranquilidad
Basura ahogada, mecida por las olas
quedé hipnotizada y se me escapó una hora
no me eres fiel
todos se enamoran de tí
Balcón de gaviotas y sirenas
puerto donde no podré amarrar
Ciudad de palmeras y vidrieras
princesa arropada por el mar
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Bounty the donkey
03:38
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Bounty the donkey
lives at a crossroads
with a wheelbarrow and no one to bray at
I met Bounty the donkey
when I passed through the crossroads
an he touched my heart with his lovely eyes
“Oh, Bounty the donkey
why do you live alone at the crossroads?”
“I´m to old
and it´s an important fact”
“Oh, Bounty the donkey
I think i love you
your eyes, reflect you´re wise
you look so smart”
I asked my parents
if I could marry the donkey
they said “are you crazy
you are mad”
“Why can´t Bounty the donkey
be my husband?”
“he´s old, without a job
and makes people laugh”
I advised Bounty
to find a good job
“my parents would like you
to work in a bank”
After asking
in every firm of the city
Bounty said
“they don´t want me, I´m old and I smell bad”
“Oh, pretty Bounty
I´m afraid my parents
won´t let me marry you
and I do what they command”
“So Bounty my honey
I have to leave you
it´s been nice to meet you, my darling
bye bye"
Years have passed by
and I still remember
Bounty the donkey
and his wise eyes
I don´t understand
if donkeys will become extint
why they don´t let them live
not just tied to a post eating grass
Poor Bounty the donkey
still living at the crossrads with his wheelbarrow
and no one to bray at
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Tucan Morgan Madrid, Spain
Cuando un tucán reconoce a otro, no dudan en aliarse, y eso es lo que ocurre en 2010, cuando Sofía Comas y Carlos Ramos
inician juntos el proyecto Tucan Morgan. Cuentan con dos EPs editados: "Tucan Morgan"(2010) “Scary Folios” (2012),
"Moon Cabaret Rooms”, grabado en Subsonic y producido por
Charlie Bautista, es el primer álbum de estudio de la
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