1. |
Marvin
04:22
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En un agujero sideral
Rodeado de burocracia
Ya no me hace tanta gracia
Encontrarme así de mal
Sin transporte interestelar
He seguido tus instrucciones
En un caos de emociones
Sin éxito comercial
Cómo puedo olvidar
Aquello que me prometiste
Sin artificios no existe
Tu no existes, tu no existes
Donde puedo devolver
Aquellos golpes que me diste
Sin artificios no existes
Tu no no, tu no existes
Tu no existes
Y si me preguntan por ti
Qué les diré, por ti mentiré
Olvidaré lo ocurrido
Para no volver atrás jamás
Atrapado en el espacio-tiempo
Qué te diré, me mentiré
Oigo muy claro tu lamento
O es mi falta de voluntad
Y no se como podría estar mejor
Girando sin control
Buscando un centro
A años luz de mi te siento
A años luz de mi te siento
Y presiento
Que no te
Volveré a encontrar
Donde puedo devolver
Aquellos golpes que me diste
Sin artificios no existes
Tu no no, tu no existes
Tu no existes
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2. |
Girl on the Ice
04:18
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Walking on the roof
On a very thin ice
Her bones are in the floor
Her soul so deep in the sky
If she only want to feel
And to feel for us is pain
If her goal is not to score
I will clean up her mess
There is a dirty scrum
Full of violence
There is nobody
And her body is on sale
If the creepy wheel never calm down
I feel more like her
But she’s already gone
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3. |
Yukon
02:34
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Puede que me quieras sobornar
Como a un juez de guardia
Puede que quieras competir
en todas las distancias
Y si me buscas me vas a encontrar
Y si me encuentras,
abre fuego a quemarropa
No habrá nada que contar
En las noticias
Te llevaré a Canadá
A hacerles una visita
Los osos polares y las mariposas
Puede que intentes caminar
Sobre un mar helado
Puede que me intentes convencer
Para que vuelva a tu lado
Y si te busco, te voy a encontrar
Con mirada congelada ante el espejo
No te vamos a llevar
De romería
Prepárate para correr
Nos vamos de cacería
Los osos polares y las mariposas
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4. |
Jump the Queue
02:52
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it means nothing to you
your hair is saying so
you danced to “Waterloo”
back in 1972
but things have changed around
we’re not your age at all
this means not we’re all dumb
so you can jump on board
and get yourself the seat
we all spotted before
when we were all freezing
waiting in the rain or fog
we know you’re in a hurry
you must cook your stew
“this country is getting rotten”
yeah, and the main cause is you
so please don’t jump the queue
tonight we’re not in the mood
to let you jump the queue
jump the queue
jump the queue
jump the queue
we know you pay your taxes
old lady with fake ices
but you’ve taken your chances
you forgot your politeness
so please don’t jump the queue
don’t jump the queue
don’t jump the queue
no please, no seat (amen)
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5. |
Western
03:14
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