1. |
After Breakfast
04:31
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I love you, mama, but I'm leaving home
Said one morning after breakfast
Have not done neither of my dreams
Over forty, I have no time for me
I never did what I wanna do
I never went to Mexico
Sorry mama, have to understand
My life goes by so quickly
There's a girl where I work
She’s only thirty years old
Pretty, so pretty, like when you were young
She wanna escape with me
She had an old red rancher car
And a small apartment in the city
She doesn’t care about my age
Only my life experience
I never did anything cool
And never went to Mexico
There's a girl where I work
She’s only thirty years old
Pretty, so pretty, like when you were young
She wants to escape with me
Year later pretty girl ran away
With a pretty boy of the same pretty age
He had a house in Caribbean Sea
Very long hair and a band of Reggae
I never went to Mexico
I spent my money to return home
Now spend my days watching TV
Dreaming about girls, drinking beer
Year later pretty girl ran away
With a pretty boy of the same pretty age
I love you mama, but you're so old
I said one morning after breakfast
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2. |
Friday Afternoon
03:11
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Friday afternoon, the weekend war starts again
Wife screams, child’s crying in the room
TV screaming even louder in the living room
A blonde explains the secret of her beauty
They are face to face, he shows his strong right hand
Fear does the rest and the wife stops screaming
Then he takes the TV and throws it against the wall
This is how they end this friday afternoon
Following the ligths he finds the night in No name city
There he finds many things, but not the things he needs
Running with the old thief finds a wallet on the ground
They spend the money with dirty old hookers
They know dark men in the streets, caves and roofs
And buy drinks, drugs and easy loves everywhere they go
Before three o’clock his friend leaves him alone
At four he has no money, let alone a little soul
Now he walks slowly under the rain, tired and down
Have no coin, have no pride, have no pride, no more
Now he walks slowly under the rain, tired and down
Lost love and family, not even has a name
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3. |
In the Morning
03:34
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In the morning, a couple of days ago
I found a man in a street near my home
Was a cold and rainy day
Nigth has been too long
In the morning
I found a man in the street near my home
When the man came to me I saw his face
And the face came to me like an arrow
Wearing an old hat, female
Dark eyes were two holes
Smiling like a crow
I found a man in a street near my home
He was bringing big black book in a hand
He said: If you have a minute I’ve something for you
Only sing a pretty song, it’s a song where I belong
Not a dream
I found a man in a street near my home
Was too early, no one was around
Man was waiting for me on the same side of the road
Were alone, both alone,
There’re nothing else to lose
In the morning
I found a man in the street, this is the song:
If you don’t wanna love, you never will
If you don’ wanna try it, you never will
But if you don’t wanna die, no way
You will die my friend, could be now
In the morning
Said the man in a street near my home
If you don’t wanna think, you never will
If you don’ wanna sing with me, you never will
But if you don’t wanna die, no way
You will die my friend, could be now
In the morning
Said the man in a street near my home
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4. |
I Don't Know What I Mean
06:52
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I sell my soul for a glass of wine
Could be drinking all night long tonight
Spewing hate over world
Screaming, getting old
I need to say everything I want
The world’s leaving me behind
Happy days were gone before
Not a single tree in the city and in the hills
I wanna say everything I need
Remember we were hard and young
Lying over grass, so excited in the park
Trying to find one star
In the dirty city sky
Then we had so much to say
Talk about the books we wanna read
About the mighty force of mind
Finding a solution
To the smallness and exclusion
Then we had so much to say
I would like leave this hole tonight
But I have some dark memories
Night is over like my life
My glass is empty again
I don’t know why I’m saying this
I’ve so many things to say
I’ve so many things to say
Now you know what I mean
Now I’ve one last thing to deal with you
Look into my eyes and tell me what you see
Don’t want you to understand
Just to pay the next round
Now you know what I mean
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