LB2
by Little Boca
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+..........-
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The Dream Awakening
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Spider Eyes
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Incoherent Phrases 2.0
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Jet Lac
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No Clouds
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Liquid Skin
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Very Illogical
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released 01 January 2012
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- Track Name: +..........-
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(Marzo 2012)
There is peace
There’s confidence, there is affection,
There is enough distance from me
There is light
it’s covering everything with color
There are real emotions and hope
Oh, there is a wonderful calm
There is truth
Simply there is you
There is dark
There is infinite madness all over
There’s a twisted thinking flying over us
Oh, there is a violent storm
There is fear
Simply there is me
There’s a lot of poison
In these cruel teeth
Simply there is me.
Oh, there is a violent storm
There is fear
Simply there is me
Oh, there is a wonderful calm
There is truth
Simply there is you - Track Name: The Dream Awakening
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(Agosto 2011)
It’s the dream awakening,
the worst imaginable start.
When the dawn is twisting
and the eyes cling to the dark.
The last gods are demanding
the payment of his blackmails.
A bath of glass splinters
Is always waiting for us.
While I’m falling
into the deepest
blindness,
I think that it maybe would be worth it
that I would give up
my loneliness
to finish with hers.
Now, I feel
a link’s close to breaking.
The most seducer supernova
is being born, dying and sacrificing
over and over.
It’s the dream awakening,
the worst imaginable start - Track Name: They Sound Like A Neck Ache
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They Sound Like A Neck Ache (Abril 2011)
The youngest flames
consumes dried leaves.
They're audacious
like you and me.
They sound like a neck ache
They gain height easily.
My mind too.
They don't know if anything's
false or true.
They sound like a neck ache.
Somewhere, in the middle of
the extinct flames
there was the key but now
there's only smoke in the air
They sound like a neck ache - Track Name: Spider Eyes
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Spider Eyes (Marzo 2011)
Anodyne
buildings slide off
at full speed
breaking the sound barrier.
The silence (that outlives)
stares at me
through the windows like spider eyes.
Empty shapes
that one day
hosted people
caress me, hit me sometimes
and pass me by.
Children’s innocence
decays slowly
in an aerials
rubbish dump.
A slippery floor
shows me the truest
essence of my
deliriums.
The goal’s
unattainable
but I reach it
and the world’s turning around again
to my fate. - Track Name: Incoherent Phrases 2.0
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INCOHERENT PHRASES (Diciembre 2009)
Throat’s dry and tired
Dripping wet’s your forehead
Lips and tongue are aching
Incoherent phrases
What if time
Doesn’t want to stop?
Feel the heart beats slowing down
And bad taste in your mouth
Although you are dying
Nobody’s reacting
Brace yourself,
Be still like a tough rock
Get out and change everything
Into something different
Keep the words in your chest
When your eyes are wide closed
She didn’t realize yet
(That) you’re alone one more time
Brace yourself,
Be still like a tough rock
Get out and change everything
Into something different - Track Name: Jet Lac
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I think I’ve seen a strange shiny gleam
In the water.
I’m swimming before realizing it
Underwater.
Big-eyed fishes
Show me the way to the plane.
Like an automaton, I dive
In the cockpit.
A small universe of human lights
Is around me.
Then I see it.
It’s a beautiful red control.
It is begging
Me to press his heart. And I just do it.
Five-four, tree, two-one, zero
I feel like a superhero…
…Faster than light,
I’m multiplying myself
And at last, I
Can embrace the infinite space. - Track Name: No Clouds
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I am gazing into
nothing.
No clouds, no sun and you’re
flying.
One bird
is caressing the sky. I feel
one bird
is caressing mi mind
with his black feathers.
I don’t know where the
pills are.
My body doesn’t understand
this wait.
Sorry,
I will do it again. I’m sure
I will
make the same mistake.
You have to run away
No clouds, no sun, no plains, no.
You have to run away - Track Name: Liquid Skin
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I’m happy here.
Wherever I look at, everything
And everyone is like me.
Everyone is like me.
Finally the choice is done
And four of us are separated
Turning up suddenly in a glassy hall.
What are we waiting for?
What are we waiting for?
What is this mysterious place
Where we are?
My skin’s becoming liquid.
I'm mixing with everything else
And I can’t recognize myself
Like a meteorite
I fall into a black hole,
I fall into a black hole
And I disappear. - Track Name: Very Illogical
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Oh, always it’s so empty here
Oh, all is full of nothing here
Oh, always it’s so freezing here
that I can’t stop embracing it
I know,
It’s very illogical
but I cannot
remember the way back
Oh, It’s very illogical
But I cannot remember
the way back to a place I’ve never left
Always it's so empty
All is full of nothing - Track Name: The Sun Is Melting On Our Skyline
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THE SUN IS MELTING ON OUR SKYLINE
Octubre 2011
The sun is melting on our skyline.
Now, you would want to plunge into
red and calm rivers of fire.
You'd wait until there were no dreams,
when light and sound were gone.
Lava is coming, you feel its blood.
Will and stones will be bent soon
But you turn one’s back on your fate again
just at the time it’s here.
The sun is melting on our skyline. - Track Name: (Inside) Campeche's Dream
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(Junio 2011)
Inside Campeche’s dream
Inside Campeche’s dream
Inside Campeche’s dream
Maybe I should not be here
Inside Campeche’s dream
Someone decided it for me
I’m inside Campeche’s dream
Swimming across seas of beer
Between orange
Maples forests
I can flyaway
I steal feathers
From huge and strange birds
When I’m inside
Campeche’s dream
I have to pamper my luck
I’m guest in a paper house
There’s frozen fire in my hands
That's slipping out like sand
Between orange
Maples forests
I can flyaway
I steal feathers
From huge and strange birds
When I’m inside
Campeche’s dream
