1. |
Johnny KKK
05:28
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I can see they’re comin’ from this fucking rearview mirror
Johnny KKK’s going out of mind
Cause Three Fingers Bob said “it’s a piece of cake”
and now this fool’s weeping like a baby
press the accelerator,
they’re tying the noose
This ain’t going to be my last day on earth
Killed in Texas isn’t my favourite death
You two take those rifles and kill them all
I want to put this damned desert to fire and sword
press the accelerator,
they’re tying the noose
Hurry up to finish this job
Because the bullets are few
and this wreck won’t last long
in a hell of dry grass
and trees burnt by the sun.
Can’t breathe anything
But dust
The burning
Ties my mouth
Jesper Mescaline
Awaits us with
Fake passports
At the border
We must leave
them behing
Otherwise
Say goodbye
To mexican
pussycats
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2. |
Green Wall
05:55
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I saw a red light
I was in a jungle
He had three hands
I sat back on a wall
I hoped it'd finish fast
My hand was
like an accordion
I was a grub
I saw that red light again
I was inside a wheel
I felt like an hamster
The wheel was made of
lots of small
funny singing coloured men
All turned giddily
Around me there was nothingness
I felt oppressed
I got undressed
Finally I saw
Again that green wall
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3. |
Memories
04:17
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I can’t paint your lips,
I can no longer remember your hands,
I knew that my paintings would remain white,
I knew that my brushes would remain silent.
I’m coming to you,
I’m coming to you.
My love is locked in a can of pain,
Colours are gone along with the memories I have of you.
I’m alone with my paintings but I have nothing more to say.
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4. |
Stall
04:21
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I learned to see life,
I discovered what I fear
Your sea is different from mine
Thrown in the abyss of incredulity,
Some beautiful notes fill my existence
It’s all right;
I’m gratified ‘cause by now we can’t react.
I want to go where nobody goes
Turnin’ with the world
I’ll end with nothing
Fear is useless
Yell till you can
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5. |
SP
03:15
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Free
I want to be free
Sourrounded by the clouds
Flying in this sky
Don't look down.
Wait
I want to be in peace
Let me close my eyes
We are still alone
One more time
Walk with me
please don't break this dreams
The way is hard
but doesn't matter
I born at sunrise
and die at sundown
For the rest of the day
I'm alive
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6. |
About My Mind
03:21
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We are so weak
We are so absent
We are deceived by a world
that bears paper hopes
Everybody is thinking
to their own safety
We admire
sky's endless space
Another time I've been wrong
Another time I've let you down
Another time I'm reborn
Another time I believe in myself
We believe
to be good poets
Thruth is that
we are nothing
Only clashes and confusion
Everything's already corrupt
and the true humanity
is dying
I contempt the
masked crowd
I'd prefer to
meet a clown
I'm annoyed by
who wants the power
'Cause he doesn't know
that he'll remain alone
To appreciate
everything you have
is the fairest thing
I live in your honor
and I wish to go on doing it
Outside smells of ashes
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7. |
Bad Dreams
01:57
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Red eyes of a paper alien
Gashes of a child in chains
Sharp objects, bleeding fantasies
The dark welcomes the demons
Is that an hand, doctor?
You're nursing me, aren't you?
Where are you going
with my mental sanity
You...Go...
Go away...
Wake up at night and not
being able to breathe
Your parents dead when
you were only a kid
She had cigarette scars
on his arms
She had deep cuts
looking for her veins
You...Go...
Go away...
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8. |
Smile
03:16
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You
My red bloom
I can't stop to smell your skin
You
My charming smile
You fill my soul with colours
Now
I feel you
Now I can trust you
Hey
Look at me
Seems that we agree
Be here now
Makes me proud of you
And
I see the sun while it's raining
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9. |
Slapstick Comedy
04:52
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I met a clown
A crawling clown
Lost in a mirror town
Spinning Yarns
To the broken sidewalks
To the lonely streets
He raped my soul with a dumpy smile
It seemed to be mine
Took my hand
Said “You just can't get
To feel special
I have to hide
behind a reddish smile the pain
With a white face
and fake green hair
It's easier to accept I'm insane
I always feel like Harlequin in a
Slapstick Comedy“
A crawling clown
Sitting on asphaltum
Started up
Spirit of alcohol
Wandering through the glares
Like an homeless saint
Attended by
A black teardrop
Like the sad Pierrot
“I can't stand
down and sad
Days of champagne gone
And been replaced with
Melancholy...
Creeping a waggly soul
with a deadpan smile
Falled on himself
Choking his shade
Lost his wig
Choking his hope
Led away by the wind
Choking his fate
Vanished in the sundown and
Choked his pain
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10. |
Present Tense
03:36
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I'm alone now
around this city
Leave the pain out
Let the sun shine in
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
No more waiting
No more hide and seek
No more bleeding
No more suffering
Can you see me?
Can you hear me?
I am here now,
facing your tombstone,
but there's no past
in my present tense
Can you see my first day of freedom
Can you smell my first day of freedom
Can you lick my first day of freedom
Can you breathe my first day of freedom
Can you kiss my first day of freedom
Can you scribe my first day of freedom
Can you shutter my first day of freedom
No you can't because your dead in me
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11. |
Soaring Ambitions
06:04
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I cannot find the words
Emotions burn quickly
You feel older than you are
A short trip
Nostalgia is alive
Small crises, ambitions
The rain has not yet dried
Same days chaos
reigns in the room
The dark is full of resources
Revenge is in the air
I just have to wait the
Fateful day
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Hari the Drop Roma, Italy
Hari the Drop formed at the beginning of 2010. The first year passed writing songs with a 90s grunge-alt. rock flavor,
playing all around our city and recording a couple of homemade EPs.
In the summer of 2011 we were ready for our first LP and while everybody was swimming at the sea we where sweating in our "studio" recording by ourselves Slapstick Comedy, released in April 2012.
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