1. |
CCTV
04:32
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We're live on television
For everyone to see
It ain't no mass transmission
We playing on cctv
In hiding there's a room
Where there’s blazing wandering eyes
We glitter through the gloom
We're ridin' waves of lcd light
Why won't you pixel our act
Electrify our flesh
Let us caged in the hall
We’re hanging by the wall
Oh, are you dazed by the screen?
Your faces can't be seen
So you can dance all you like
Cause we can't hear you scream tonight
Rock shows were a danger
Now flat screens satisfy
We do feel kinda jaded
At least we’re singing some organic lines
Some call it epidemic
Some others like to fetichize
No worries it don't complicate us
'Cuz now we're beings of pure LCD light
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2. |
Skinny Jeans
03:19
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You see their pictures on your wall
and realize where they have been
a year was spent living abroad
and what came back is plain to see
Skinny jeans, striped t-shirts and a new record player
So they can hear they're built to spill and complain of the mayor
they gather round in parking lots
and try to constitute a scene
ideas flowing all around
but someone has to write the zine
pop culture feminism fashion
and those cool queer theories
the future does seems kinda bleak
but we sure doesn’t wanna miss it
with our skinny jeans and our striped t-shirts
and our new record players
so we can hear we're built to spill
and complain of the mayor
with our skinny jeans and our striped t-shirts
and our new record players
so we can fill our retro dreams
with shades of waving vapour
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spent my days painting the walls white
turned on the radio to feel outside
evil voices echo through
the empty space of our bedroom
sleep in the couch has damaged my spine
need to buy food but the rent is too high
one meal a day, i think i'll be fine
your smell comes from some hidden place
just spilled your shampoo all over my face
I trace our scratches in the floor
I box the books you were to read
I sold the fridge and the washing machine
I'll send you half the money inside the pocket of your jeans
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4. |
School Surfin'
02:48
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Won't you believe it, it's just our luck
we occupied the school
but they want to kick us out
although we're not breaking any rule
Won't you believe it's just our luck
School's closed and it's not a recess
but they want to train us all
to knee and kiss their fucking boots
And we sing
Help me learn how not to obey
The ones that want us to keep quiet
Let's smash the A/C 'cause we're freaking freezing
Policeman with one hand on the tear gas is tough
But we have the vinegar and this winter's going to pass on
But we sing
Help us learn how not to obey
The ones that want us to keep quiet
Let's smash the A/C cause we're freaking freezing
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5. |
T5
02:42
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It's a rainy day and I don’t have an umbrella
I’m sorry but we have to walk more than a mile, I measured
It’s just that that bus don’t enter my neighborhood
and I fear that we’re gonna get stabbed
T5 you take me everywhere
so why don’t you take me home?
I guess I’m gonna move to where you roam
As I walk on Protásio Alves I have to wait
at least 20 minutes on the bus stop
There’s a creep and an old lady waiting as well
I’m hoping there an air conditioner this time
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6. |
Salted Crack Caramel
04:34
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Remember when we used to listen to Skid Row and Guns
like real cisgenders we watched Melrose reruns
Now I buy these rainbow ice creams
And realise how overpast we have been
I spent the monday listening to Floral Shoppe
Although I should be looking for a part-time job
This quiet town had no mercy on us
We were the weirdos on the back of the school bus
Remember when we used to mock the girls and the queers
like real cisgenders we were raised to bring tears
But we also feared the jocks and the chicks
I realise now we were both cowards and pricks
We used to celebrate new malls and their fancy baths
Now our town is culturally starving to death
Rumor has it that the park will become a parking lot
And no one will be allowed in the streets after ten o’clock
Should we blur the car windows and then get nasty and gross?
Should we park in the dark and make our lips touch and spark?
Should we buy a 6-pack, swim by the piers and lakes?
Should we take the last train and party far, far away?
Should we sleep on this topic and just go straight to bed?
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7. |
Dust
05:00
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lying on the floor
there´s a picture and it´s covered up in dust
and fading
the dust comes from outside
indifferent
time should do something beyond erase all secret codes of memory
or I'll disapear behind piles of dust
dust cause disorders
disorders cause dust
the dust is here
i´m still on the floor
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8. |
Shake The Underground
04:43
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Put my ear in the ground
And feel the Earth pushing my organs
As my music cost 50 cents
It vanishes in a cloud of logic
I’ll shake the underground
I’ll dress myself in velvet and pay in pounds
I’ll eat tons of fat and then I’ll
pour in the pounds
shake the underground
Fit my ears on the headphones
Build a tune no one will even listen to
As I keep working with bedroom music
I vanish in a band camp out of my space
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9. |
Inapt Kids
04:15
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As we lay in bed, our rooms piles up political disorders.
Yes we all rely on mobile technology
when driving 'cross the breeze of a city that no longer belong to us.
Then we realize the invisible strength of the empire's teleology.
The drugs that we use do not disorient
'cause we have to read for twelve hours straight
Nine square meters rooms
Window facing bricks on the wall
Water taste like muddy banks
This is how we spend our years of bloom
Taking belongings to the pawn
To get money to buy prescripted meds
Inapt kids
On Ritalin
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10. |
Glossolalia
05:22
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Gentrificators Porto Alegre, Brazil
Gentrificators é um quinteto formado na região metropolitana de Porto Alegre, Rio Grande do Sul, Brasil.
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