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All was said by that time and I couldn't care less. Words like bombs from your mouth tried to dig in my chest. Now I'm useless on this plane. London's calling underneath and what I thought it was my life now it seems to be your game. There is nothing here to touch but our love. There's nothing here to breath but our love. There is nothing here to look for but our love. There is nothing I want from you. All was said by that date and you couldn't care more. I was done, I was bored and my options were none. But I'm not sorry, why should I? I'm not sorry, please: believe. I'm not sorry although you tried. I'm just guilty inside of me.
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We spend time describing life, things we can't buy, things we can only live inside. Sometimes I would say that my only sense is this, the music that goes out, all these sounds. THere's nothing left to say when you're around. There is nothing left to say to say then, just come and stay. That view of your closed eyes reminds me that these songs still have a meaning inside. Sometimes I would say my only sense is this, the music that goes out, all these sounds. This is the way I have to say I won't let you think I'm done. Will you offer then a smile? There's nothing left to say, just hear rhis song and stay. In the end, please, stay.
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Puedes encontrar las letras de esta canción en el 7" 'Uptight' (Bcore 029) o en el disco recopilatorio 'Sevens' (Bcore 045).
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You can find the lyrics of this song on the 7" 'Uptight' (Bcore 029) or in the compilation album 'Sevens' (Bcore 045).
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Stupid men in suits that were born to make some cash. Empty causes to believe in: ties, girls, drugs, cars. And the more they get together, the more they think that they belong but market proves that soon or late everyone will die alone. You’re the thin, we’re the fat, you’re the body, we’re the mind, you’re the clean violent hands, we’re the dirty team of crap. But who are you to set up systems? Who are you to subdivide? Let us fight with the same weapons: you will have nowhere to hide. So listen now, here’s the plan: we are bigger than their lies, we’re the people they can’t buy. You’re my everything tonight. Let them find us and cover me all: I will be the place where you can go.
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released March 1, 2004
Todas las canciones compuestas por The Secret Society excepto ‘Uptight’ (Aina, Bcore Disc 1997, aparecida en el 7” ‘Aina’).
The Secret Society son Pepo M. y Jero. Javier Ortiz tocó el bajo en ‘Not Many Options’.
Grabado en Estudio Brazil el 4, 5 y 25 de octubre de 2003 con Javier Ortiz.
www.estudiobrazil.com
Masterizado en Ljubljana (Eslovenia) por Janez Krizaj en Metro Studios el día de Navidad de 2003.
Dirección de arte: Curro Oñate // Idful Design
Gracias// Thanks // Merci
All songs griten by The Secret Society except for ‘Uptight’ (Aina, Bcore Disc 1997, appeared on the 7” ‘Aina’).
The Secret Society are Pepo M. and Jero. Javier Ortiz played bass on ‘Not Many Options’.
Recorded at Estudio Brazil the 4th, 5th and 25th October 2003 by Javier Ortiz.
www.estudiobrazil.com
Mastered at Ljubljana (Slovenia) by Janez Krizaj at Metro Studios the Christmas Day of 2003.
Art director: Curro Oñate // Idful Design
Gracias// Thanks // Merci
