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Rapture
09:50
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Feeling the breeze purging all your beliefs
I’m glad to see you finally turned off that screen
Now let me tell you gotta move on or freeze
After finding out what moving on means
Oh man, if you could only see the unseen
The smokeless lamp of your conscious being
You scorched the surface and now you face your djinn
With wide far mind
After a great music night
I can’t feel my legs
I can’t find my eyes
My lungs are long gone
You healed me inside
Kissed your paper lips
Loved you all night long
My skull is now open
With a hole in the bone
With a hole in the bone
It’s where the smoke comes from
Do not come any closer
Take off your shoes
For the place where you’re standing is holy ground
Stay a while, you know how it goes
Could tell you about so many great things
But I can’t help if you are your biggest foe
People look me like I’m insane
Like I’m kind of a disgrace
They never thought beyond of this:
“He’s running towards the death kiss!”
Cause I drink by the eight and ninety
Rules of art, they are my specialty
and I make love exceeding by delicacy
Still, I don’t sink!
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Coniunctio
06:11
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Sou
Erupção
Sou o magma e o vulcão
Quente e frio, cheia e vazio
Condenando à devastação
Soul
Bending inside
Life's dripping out of my mind
Hot and cold, empty and full
Common process to naturalize
Sal
Da terra e do mar
Água pra se embebedar
Doce e salgada, seco e molhada
Insípida e escasso, à luz do luar
Down
Into my grave
Rearranging to be brave
Dry and wet, sweet and sweat
I will be reborn but not as a slave
Sapiens sicut sol permanet, stultus autem sicut luna mutatur
Pulchra ut luna, electa ut sol
We swam so much
To die on the shore
This can’t be our end
Nada é mais o mesmo
Mas ainda é igual
Seremos um outra vez
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Cartel
04:43
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"Now a federated, decentralized system of free associations, incorporating economic as well as social institutions, would be what I refer to as anarcho-syndicalism and it seems to me that it is the appropriate form of social organization for an advanced technological society in which human beings do not have to be forced into a position of tools, of cogs in a machine; in which the creative urge, that I think is intrinsic to human nature, will in fact be able to realize itself in whatever way it will, I don’t know all the ways in which it will."
Noam Chomsky
Reckless will inside a sore mind
Hollow shell apart from mankind
Evil makers in deeds combined
Left or right, black and white
Endless game with rules defined
By the invisible hand since ancient times
For generations being refined
A simple craft of special design
The heirloom that you'll never find
With sole purpose to misalign
To rig, to squeeze and to grind
Grow tired or you stay blind
Wealth perceived, price derived
Wrecking vessel, floating tide
Forgotten past, stolen pride
Store of value, loss denied
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4. |
Eve's Dropping Apples
07:05
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Eve is weeping in morning gloss
Searching for feelings or stones to toss
The treetop doesn't let she see the sky light
She's trapped inside this boring paradise
The need of breathing new and fresh air
Is driving her mad while she wonders what's fair
and in her climb, ten thousand years go by
As a hissing sound invites her to try
Stop to witness the ruin, the missiles
The sky is burning thanks to you babe
Forget about right or wrong
Just remember where you belong
Searing clouds are about to storm
Make up your mind we ain’t got all day
I can’t live with this doubt in my heart
Woman, why won’t you let it go?
Dazed by thunder with a star in her eyes
She looks to the ground after seeking the skies
A beautiful seedling sprouts from her last tear
and a smile she gives in understanding the fear
Dropping apples like bombs she divided the world
Tried to hear those sounds never heard
Now the sin of all, nothing will reveal the pain
and the world will never be the same
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I Don't Dream With Gods
05:49
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Our dreams are solid as rock
Even though they look like foolish ones
Look into my eyes and see
There is so much more for us to be
I think we should get going
and get out of this scary place
At first, it looked like heaven
But now I see the fear stamped in your face
Forget about the sentry carrying the sword
We’ll find a place so we can call home
It doesn't seem but this is a big world
and you made it livable for all of us
I don’t sleep with angels
Sure they can read my thoughts
They'll find about my dreams
and I don't dream with gods
I don't sleep with angels
Sure they can read my thoughts
I need to follow my dreams
and I don't dream with gods
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End of Spring
08:52
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Let’s just stare at the firmament
I swear it won't take too long
We had already left a lot behind
You may look back but now it's done
You should stand up and see for yourself
For there is so much beyond
Infinite gardens with ground frost
With flames in waves around the shore
That comes and goes and takes away your skin and bones
We could dream of clouds up above
Only to wake among the grass roots
Lying down where the willow rests
Yet still smelling all the fresh fruits
The red sweet taste that fills the air
Let us start to build this glorious view
I swear it won’t take too long
We had just opened the road to go
So watch your step as we get there
The spring shall end again
The summer will be long
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Pathos Brazil
João Pedro Vieira
voice
Ricardo Marlière
guitar
Lucas Guida
bass
Hugo Moutinho
drums
Luiz Andrès
keyboards
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