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The market
01:00
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Empty trams
03:09
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Empty trams
I remember the buses, the trams, the underground
We were talking to friends by the plastic bars
where the air smelt like frites
In a town so small you'd meet everyone you never wanted to meet,
In a town so small you would meet everyone you ever wanted to meet.
Now I could go round the city
from morning til night,
I would go overground and then underground
I wouldn't meet anyone, only empty trams
We don't remember where we started,
we were in this wagon since station number one
Through every stop in every line, every node in every network
I was talking out loud and I just couldn't stop,
I was sitting there quietly, I could not manage a word.
Though I knew the lines quite well I would take the longest way
Nothing ever happened but it felt like a song.
It was fun for a while listening to my old walkman
but I took the underground home and I never went back.
Now the trams are empty, and there's cars everywhere,
and we play music on the car radio and don't have to wait at stops.
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The bus
03:09
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The bus
It's a feeling of being lost that comes to me when I sleep.
The buses are going home and I'm still at the gate.
It's a mood I had that finds me again,
I was here, I will return
the timetable's lost and I stand in the yard.
I'm on my way home
I'm heading towards home
On the wrong bus
Like the raindrops on the window
Like the raindrops I'm changing my direction
With my suitcase on this bus to Paris
It's a sense of people dancing in the dark,
while the slow songs play out I'm standing there lost.
It's a sickness that comes with no warning back into your life,
in the middle of the night,
through all the stops and schedules I struggled to meet.
through all the memories and thoughts I struggled to keep.
On my way towards home
I'm heading towards home
Like the raindrops on the window
Like the raindrops I'm changing my direction
With my suitcase on this bus to Paris
I'll be looking for my stop through the unfamiliar streets
of the places that I knew
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4. |
Desert soul
03:56
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Desert soul
Soul lost in a desert slides without direction
Like sand waving in the dunes
The heart is like an earthquake and no-one else can feel it
You need to go and go
Desert soul
Can you feel it burn?
There is something else to see
There is freshness if you move
There is water in my hands at last
The doors of San Lorenzo
Remind you of a childhood gone
Fading like a dream
The images come faster,
The bright light of the sun
Heating up, it burns
Desert soul , Can you feel it burn?
There is something else to see
There is freshness if you move
There is water in my hands at last
Have you come for your redemption
Is it only that you're lost
You're lost you're blindfolded
You are thirsty, you are blind and want to see
Is it only that you're lost Is it only that you're free
Is it only that it happens, is it only that you're lost
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5. |
Dandelion Avenue
06:44
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Dandelion Avenue
Walking down Dandelion Avenue, the air is heavy with rain
I’m dressed for school but I’m heading towards home
I see the blinds move when I walk by
The neighbours look outside like fish in a fish bowl
I’m hearing a recorder in my head
I’m making plans to escape this life
Wake up, it's morning, soon you’ll be on your way
Wake up, stop talking, soon you’ll learn to settle down
Into this quiet life
This is the quiet life
I wake up on the train to work,
Dressed in grey suit and tie
I feel so far from Dandelion Avenue
Watching the commuters climb into the train
We look outside the window like fish inside a fish bowl
I can reach but I cannot touch the air between the leaves
I can leaf through the photographs but the feeling's gone
Wake up it’s morning, soon you’ll know what really counts
Wake up, stop talking, soon you’ll be on your way
Wake up, sit up straight, soon you’ll learn to settle down
Wake up, stop talking, soon you’ll be on your way
to the real world
And when the morning comes I'll be sleeping in my old bed
And in the middle of the night I will wake up dreaming of Dandelion Avenue
Of Dandelion Avenue
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6. |
The market and the mall
03:38
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Between the market and the mall
We are under the railway arches, we hear the trains rumble,
the platform announcements, the steps of people walking to their train.
A shadow has fallen over the houses and the motorway,
There are streets that lead nowhere but an electric fence.
Like an ocean-liner gone aground it looms over the gardens
And the small lives down below.
We’re neither here nor there, we’re somewhere halfway through,
Between what is and what is not between the market and the mall
The grill house and the Job Centre, the eel and pie shops
live next door to the gourmet bistrots and designer clothes
Same as it ever was, the old ladies are shopping this morning
buying okra and dudhi, dutch wax cloth for a wedding dress
We don’t belong here or there, we’re somewhere halfway through,
Between this and nothing, between the market and the mall
We’re neither here nor there, we’re somewhere halfway through,
We are not and yet we are between the market and the mall
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7. |
Grey rainy day
03:29
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I wake up to the rain, morning of a new day
Schoolboys on the run, splashing water on the ground
I'm thinking of a place,
the magic of a dark cloud
And rain, rain, rain..
The place we never went,
the steps we couldn't take
Our place
The spirit of a grey rainy day
The shining leaves the clouds,
the clouds are dressed in grey,
the colours are behind
and slide down on the rain
From all your daily failures
the things you did not know
your words about escape
drops falling on our heads
I'm thinking of a place,
the magic of a dark cloud and rain..
And you go, go now, go, go now, standing in the rain
And you go, go now, go, go now, standing in the rain
Those ice cubes on Havana rhum
They are melting
The spirit of a grey rainy day
You'll end up in the morning
with tears in the coffee
and icecubes on Havana rhum
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8. |
The disco
04:38
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The disco
Interferences on the screens, at the latest hour
A green beam, bright flashes and faces in the dark shine
Red and blue lights mix with the music and smoke
Sound boosts the heart with the drum and bass
Inside of the trendy mood
Between the boys and the girls
Jumping out of the surface
Jumping out of the surface
Jumping out of the surface
Jumping out of the surface
I hate the disco, so here I go
Came for looking, finding out
There is no-one to look for
Passive to the sound, lost, alone
Under the mirrorball
Under the mirrorball
Sound boosts the heart with the drum and bass
Inside of the trendy mood
Between the boys and the girls
Jumping out of the surface
Jumping out of the surface
Jumping out of the surface
Jumping out of the surface
I hate the disco, so here I go
Dance, dance, dance,
Dance, dance, dance,
Don't you feel alone?
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9. |
About the night
04:51
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About the night
Come back to the night It never left you
It was always in the back of your eyes.
And any moment it could awake
In the most sunny street you could suddenly feel
It was the early hours and you were heading home.
About revolutions and rebellions
About beauty that can't be reached
Childhood, violence
Faithful friends, frustrations
Coming back to hapiness
Without knowing the truth
When it comes the night will find her own and take us home
Welcome to the night you feel it’s more than the span
between sunset and dawn.
It’s the sound of people talking in another room
It's the feeling of waiting at the ball for the last song.
It’s a sense of possibility that won’t let you go to sleep.
Something somewhere may be happening,
A sudden glance could spark your mind,
The song that you listen to on your headphones
Could lead you back to the night
When it comes the night will find her own and take us home
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To live the life I sing about
Dark days and darker nights
in the malls and their parking lots
You don't know what day it is
If it's Mardis gras or Christmas time
You wonder how long to wait for it?
You wonder how long to work for this
You wonder where does it come from?
You wonder what does it cost
You love the chaos and the sound
You love to hear that pounding drum
You love to make up all the words
You love to go after that note
To live the life you sing about
Up in the office blocks down in the traffic jams
You're been waiting for a sign on how to live your life but the sign won't come
Everybody tells you are things are far simpler
Everybody says you are free
But everybody thinks it's shame if you don't lead
The life that they want you to lead
You love the chaos and the sound
You love to hear that pounding drum
You love to make up all the words
You love to go after that note
To live the life you sing about
To live the life I sing about
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11. |
Berlin Framus
02:32
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Berlin Framus
I see you, out of focus
Up close in the ambient light
Whistling out of key
With your head full of plans
And I was in the morning buses
In the slow hours of day
I was in the endless Sundays
Down there in the silent hotels
I had to get it wrong
I had to fail, my love
I see you in the foreground
While the tunnels speed by
To the edge of the city
To the end of the line
I had to get it wrong, I had to fail my love
I found the Berlin Framus ,
Somewhere I'd never thought I'd be
Because I was in the common voices
Searching through the supermarket shelves
And in those standard objects
My soul fell down to my feet
I had to get it wrong, I had to fail my love
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12. |
Rif Raf
02:28
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Rif raf
When you're not there, funny things happen
like people singing in the underground
On the tram to the centre of town you look around you,
You see the arguing couple, the old moroccan man,
the stops that you know
And you have the feeling they’re all playing a role
When you turn round they just pretend
And stop acting again when you turn your back
Rif raf
In the greyest morning you feel it’s there
Out of sight, slightly out of reach.
When you get the feeling you have seen everything
You change your way to work
We were all standing at the Seventh Hole
And we learnt to cross Boulevard Lemonier
To take a turn into the Zebra and change sidewalks to escape.
You’re stumbling through filmsets,
You’re crashing through time tables and appointments.
The slow tram takes its time but you're travelling in your mind.
Rif raf
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13. |
Rondpoint/The mall
05:44
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Rond point
So many things, so many lives
So many days gone
So many friends lost
An empty school, an empty drumkit
Is waiting for you
Our road will cross, we'll meet again
All that was dead, all we kept silent
Comes to life in a rondpoint
Drawn from your eyes a rain of sounds
A rain of silence
A rain of silence, the figures blur away
Our roads will cross, we'll meet again
We'll meet at crossroads and exchange postcards of our lives
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Otherdays Brussels, Belgium
OtherDays are (in alphabetical order): *Santiago Calvo Ramos * José Manuel Domínguez * Guillermo López * Sergio Negrín*
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