1. |
Moochin' About
03:53
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close your eyes and open your mouth
people don't care what you're thinking about
they told me a lot of the slut that you've been
jokeing with fate, burying your dreams
suck some life out of my heart
you'll weigh all your words, so they'll see that you're smart
but under your tongue a life on the ground
chasing a peace you still haven't found
Still I am your spare pair of shoes
and still I hold you up when you go on the booze
drink after drink the beast comes alive
you moan like a cat
you cut like a knife
all day long mooching about
you got nothing to do, so you sleep, eat, and fuck
the sound of your feet, your steps on the floor
the shore and the sea, the sweet and the sour
you've planned a whole life bent on your knees
me I've spent all my money to do as I please
we couple of jerks, two losers, one game
until we can find some pleasure in pain
Wake up 'till the morning sun
sleep when the cold comes on
but burning inside like a live coal
Two out of a million
blinking like we're bullions
sharing our lives
though you're not mine
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2. |
Keep Your Mouth Shut
03:40
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Now I see, good times are ending,
I can barely smell the rain of a new fall
a countless list of names and dates of birth,
employers ready to collect them
I stand on my feet and make the queue
in a lack of oxygen to bring the checkout forms
There's hope for me to fall within the first ten names
to be dropped out there for free
I've always knew this prize was worth the effort
of keeping my mouth shut since I was born
it is fun and it is unbelievable
how many people do the same
five thousand souls we were the first day,
less than half of us deserved the extra week
Three hundred sixty days of life
in a place completely out of time
do not communicate at all
and one day they'll leave a gift out of your door
yes they'll come
at your door
You'll appreciate the silence
and enjoy the unique colors of this free reign
the smells and multifarious lights
and the endless loops of gloaming sounds
when the dark comes
And now that my time comes to an end
the best part's that I'll keep on keeping my mouth at rest
this is the best
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3. |
Migraine
03:51
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last night I bought you it was just after you came down in price
at that time your bust looked much younger than your face
and I have put you down again in this dive I call my flat
so won't you lull me out of this migraine
loop me back
to the day when you were human
loop me back
tied hands feet I've made you mad
but now I am a better man
now we'll sleep again you can believe in me again
my head - we'll stand upon your feet
I'll please you won't you squeeze my blisters 'till they bleed
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fifteen children kicking the back of my seat
a beating headache and I finished my pills for this week
my meat puppet is quivering with anxiety
from village to village
looking for someone to hit
you're speaking too quick, my attention is gone
by far you're the last thing I would ever worry about
in my opinion you're right
in my opinion I'm sick of it all
but now please, get off of this car
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5. |
Inside Your Room
03:03
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I've been inside your room for a while
to spy your memories
inflating balloons to relieve the boredom
today's your birthday and I forgot
to bring you anything
I took some pictures off your wall
the way you scraped them
I went upstairs to check your books
and your knick-knacks
I love the way you waste your things
when you're dispirited
Still searching for your magazines
maybe you got rid of them
beneath the carpet the pics you took
with your boyfriends
a thousand little gifts you threw
or you lost
or hidden here
and you come
I give in
and all of a sudden
I remember why I'm here
you can lie
you can cry
you can throw me upstairs
just like another useless gift
but I'm still here
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6. |
Fifteen Children
04:23
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fifteen children kicking the back of my seat
a beating headache and I've finished my pills for this week
my meat puppet is quivering with anxiety
from village to village looking for someone to hit
you0're speaking too quick, my attention is gone
by far you're the last thing I would ever worry about
in my opinion you're right, in my opinion I'm sick of it all
but now please, get out of this car
A hundred reasons, a thousand landscapes to be seen
a smell of petrol, it sticks with the dust on your skin
deep in-breathing, deep as a bottomless pit
one way people,
I slam on the brakes every time I realize they're like this
And you're talking of something you can't understand
always beating your tongue with some embedded commands
stop yelling at me, it's a rash of complaints every time
pleased, get out of my sight
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7. |
Take a Breath and Swim
02:50
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8. |
Mood Spirals
04:08
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the sound of a thousand voices
expanses of twisted faces
all of them giving us a dirty look
we could split the few things we stolen
check how our feet have swollen
or guess why our backs became so crooked
we're made of a cloth that's shrinking
driving a car that's sinking
into the mud of this forgotten land
we'll share our broken senses
twist all their static glances
and at the end we'll turn our backs on them
imagine a ground that's moving
changing the path we're choosing
making our little life a goddamn fog
all of a sudden, breathless
the people around are now shapeless
they're giving a new name to the things we got
let us come back together
swim in the dirt forever
giving a smile to them
while they're clapping their fucking hands
and we'll keep walking downward spirals
keep running our speed trials
into the mud of this forgotten land
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9. |
Touch the Ground
05:50
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hold - hold your head up
retain - retain your feelings
try not to think too much, or you'll get sick soon
live - live the present
keep your eyes always open
a dream's just a dream but sometimes is someone else's desire
dry - dry your tears off
try - try to wake up
fill up your void with your friends
you know they'll never leave you
hold me tight
I feel like I'm spinning down
make me a part of you
before I touch the ground
find - find a good job
build - build your future
live day by day working hard
your time will pass much faster
hide your intentions
always smile, don't be nervous
properly weigh all your thoughts
all your decisions
pray your do-it-yourself goddess
ask her to protect your business
at the end of the day wash yourself
of all your doubts and worries
hold me tight
I feel like I'm spinning down
make me a part of you
before I touch the ground
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10. |
Connections
06:56
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Saw you getting out of the pub in the middle of a thousand eyes.
I've lost in my thoughts the reason why I was there.
Saw you eying your girlfriend,
trying to tell a thing she couldn't catch,
Then you disappeared in the gray of the fog.
I know where they brought you. The Miracle Cocoon.
Please, call. Boy. Please, call home.
Little girl's a woman now. She made her house upon the lake,
Growing an anger inside of her chest.
We used a chocolate cream
to make her portrait on your birthday cake.
In fact I've just bought the stuff and she did the rest.
How could I make it right. I just can't live no more with that.
'Cause I know. I know.
Your mom's still hoping that you're living somewhere
not so far from here.
Please, call. Boy. Please, call home.
A line of washing. The floor covered with toys.
From the middle of nowhere they came back without you, boy.
I know where they brought you. The Miracle Cocoon.
A sacred ground that swallowed you up. Now it smells of you
Slowing down in a nightmare, organizing people's lives in a net.
Cutting down a connection to check the response.
Constructing the diagram of “increasing cold” vs. “suspect”.
Validating a null impact on the mass.
I'm still stuck in an ocean
made of wooden masks of the same old face.
A sore throat. A black glove.
Your mom's still hoping that you're living somewhere
not so far from here.
Please, call. Boy. Please, call home.
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11. |
Bottlenecks
04:39
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The miracle of life in your handmade dress.
The randomness of cars in these bottlenecks.
The ardour of this land that burns up your skin,
And heats up your will to leave.
Your movements in the air drawing foreign lines.
The deepness of your breath charging up my spine.
Dumb like a traffic light I’m stuck in my own rules.
They’ll help me to prove that I’m true.
You’ve spent so many years keeping me alive.
You’re still hiding your own fears to pretend you’re fine.
I’m well aware of all these things, but now what can I do.
I can’t pay for you.
I was ruining your life and everything I could.
I’ve told so many lies I could fill a book.
I just wanted you to overcome these bottlenecks,
Since the day we met.
I still see you like a baby.
Tiny hands and sparkling eyes.
The way you speak, the way you breathe.
Still you’ve got no plumes on your skin.
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12. |
Sunken Cheeks
03:56
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Today I lost my company.
I've been face to face with you again,
now you became my permanent disease.
Today I woke up earlier.
I packed my stuff, walked alone
to pick my bus and get away from here.
I don't want no doctor.
I don't need no friend.
I won't feel a thing.
I won't breathe again.
I won't feel a thing
For anybody else.
I won't feel a thing,
Don't wanna feel a thing.
I won't feel a thing
For anybody else.
I've muffed up my opportunity
To keep away from you and now you're stuck inside of me.
Your sunken cheeks your blinking eyes.
With your bony hand you touched the sky
please lead me too with you to paradise.
I don't want no doctor.
I don't need no friend.
I don't need no freedom land,
Need no fear, no hope, no tear because
I won't feel a thing.
I won't breathe again.
I won't feel a thing
For anybody else.
I don't feel a thing,
Don't wanna feel a thing.
I won't feel a thing
For anybody else.
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beeside Italy
Beeside's musical path covers many different approaches and eventually ends up with a intimate form of folk
songwriting.
His debut album “Mood Spirals” was released in 2012 under the label Seahorse / Red Birds Recordings.
The second album "Lullabies of Love and Hate", a production by Officine Musicali, was published on January 2016. A third album is currently under production.
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