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THE NOISE WILL BRING THE DEATH // Let's get in this car together, play some music, get some gas. We're going to the border where illusion goes to die. See the perfect line of soldiers, perfect modeled to kill. See the eyes that show the anger, this is how the First World speaks. See this teenage girl from Paris, getting in the shopping mall; Does she know what is a burka? Does she ever heard a bomb? And you say there's some light above us, far beyond our guilty eyes where the lost souls rest forever and find happiness for life. I used to pray, I used to have faith but now it's gone so where's your God now we need Him to stop them all? When our windows are our TVs, world's image is not complete. There's a gap between what's screened and what happends at the streets. At the end we all are sinners for the words we never say. If this silence makes this violence, then this noise will bring the death. The noise will brin the death.
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LA HAINE // I hate my voice and I hate my doubts, I hate when someone says "I'm proud". I hate the cold water, I hate some songs, I hate if you cry and I'm not around. The hate keeps us aware of simple life that may doesn't exist as they insist. Easy things are fucking lies for kids. I hate your busy day and I hate your team, I hate when you say there's no time. I hate the loneliness but I hate the crowds, I guess I hate what it's not mine. The hate keeps us aware of simple life that may doesn't exist as they insist. Easy things are fucking lies for kids. I would love to be more kind, but hey, brother, that's how I am. I promise I will try to calm me down, believe me, sister, next time you're around. I hate the traffic jams, I hate the pain, I hate the truth if it does hurt. I hate my indecision, I hate my lies, I hate my stupid sense of love. The hate keeps us aware of simple life that may doesn't exist as they insist. Easy things are fucking lies for kids.
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DYNAMITE // I'm not scared because I know how it ends. It's been always the same, year after year, you turn your head and I leave all these things undone. And here we go again, the mother, the son, sad eyes, wrong words. Leave love aside: what do we have? Just empty hands. Is it OK if I go now? Will you care? Is it OK if I go now? I blame these days. Is it OK if I go now? Enough said. Is it OK if I go now? And I explode like fireworks at night; can you hear that sound? You win, I loose, is that good for you? I'll see you around. Is it OK if I go now? Will you care? Is it OK if I go now? I blame these days. Is it OK if I go now? Enough said. Is it OK if I go now? Into my veins there's dynamite. Wait 'til you see the fire that I can provoke with just a few rhymes. The faster I write, the slower I die. One step forward, two steps back: that's how has been our all damn life. Cries and shouts and thouands goodbyes so if I call you, will you hold the line?
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THIS IS IT // It's been two days since the last time I step out of this room. I muted all the telephones. Still some wine in my blood. I hardly eat. I make coffee just to breath the smell. I play the records of my life, maybe you're right: I don't act my age. We learn more from someone else's songs than we ever learnt in school. What's the price for all of this? Who will finish the undone? There's no greater punishment than to find myself alone. We learn more from someone else's songs than we ever learnt in school. So next time, I will try not to need you.
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NINEVEH // It's so hard for me to tell you how i feel. And i can never say exactly what i mean. You are my nineveh and i've been jonah from the start. And i can't let you make the same mistakes i've made. If for a moment i could overcome my fear I wouldn't have to hide behind this fiction wall. Sometimes i wonder how i call myself your friend. A failure to myself. A failure to him. What if i told you. Would you reach for him after all. Would you fall down to your knees. Would you walk away from it all. Would you fall down at his feet. And i watch you live in months between the sun. I can't help but feel that i wanted more than this. And still i smile inside and know it's not the end. Because the light of hope is brighter than this wall of silence.
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This bridge will break me in two forever once I cross to the other side. While I'm walking back from midtown, buildings' lights are now my guides. Subway wheels scream their tiredness, fancy hipsters hanging out. The love I used to abuse in silence now it's trapped in my mouth. I'm going down, down, down. Somehow the love is all around. Planes mistaken for stars. These are the streets where I once died. And I search for a bit of passion while Williamsburg is fading out, the noise I recognize as my own. My life is chaos, but yours is a mess.
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NOTA PARA ESTA EDICIÓN EN BANDCAMP: Este EP fue la primera referencia de The Secret Society. Hubo dos ediciones distintas: los primeros 100 CD-R se presentaban en una funda de plástico que contenía el disco, una cartulina marrón con el título impreso en sello de caucho, las letras y los créditos en hojas diferentes, todo ilustrado y enumerado a mano por Pepo M.
La "segunda edición" era un poco más sofisticada: se presentaba en un sobre de papel de estraza que contenía lo mismo que en la primera edición. No se sabe cuántos discos se vedieron/regalaron de esta segunda tirada.
Para la ocasión, Pepo M. creó un sello llamado WINTER FOREVER COALITION. Sólo se editaron dos referencias.
