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Moving Units
03:11
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MOVING UNITS // I eat this nasty slice of pizza I bought by phone four days ago thinking that too much I love yous means that something is wrong. And I can not force you to stay here, but I can’t let you go ‘cause inside that pile of brown boxes, there’s something more than love. So fuck your point of view. Fuck romantic boy. Fuck all modern couples. Fuck us after all. This house should be on fire but the fire is on us. This room should be on fire but the fire is on us. And God should be on fire, just like us.
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NIGHT MAKES THINGS LOOK BIGGER // Alone I play with my fingers as I remember clearly your last words. I can bet this will end up in disaster. Instead of growing up I’m getting old. I step inside the subway near the deli. I wonder if this city hates me now. I would like to write the songs of others and go away on tour and shout them out. This routine kills desire, your face kills all my hope but this is the game we’re playing so we gotta know that someday I will feel better, sometime soon I will be strong enough so don’t start to ask me if I love you right or wrong. Night makes things look bigger. It’s all about our fears, I believe. Water swallows skyline’s lights on the river while New York City is blowing up in me.
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Fight Fire With Fire
04:51
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FIGHT FIRE WITH FIRE // You’ve lied so much that you don’t remember what was the truth and you divided like a birthday cake this country in two with failed tricks and rip off press and all the stupid games that you and your friends forced us to play. There will be no more peace until the moment I find you dead. Something is wrong when the working class turns to the right and something goes wrong when all my punk friends start to give up, so where’s our dream against their pride? Are the video games and the low rate wage enough to survive?
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Man Vs Machine
02:35
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MAN Vs. MACHINE // I was born with nothing and with nothing I'll leave. The only constant you can count on is change. I see the world from my moving feet, hands in my pocket and a watch always late. Big plans for States. Collapsing airwaves. Fake love and real sex. Valid your purchase. As I give in. Inside this bottle there's a thousand of songs and I gotta drink it up to take out just one. Sometimes it feels good to be wasted and lost. When there's nothing always something can come. I need a new me. Away from fury. I'll get that machine. That keeps the beauty. As I give in. Wireless gadgets to ilustrate how good we became, will they be able to store what we love and hate? Will the science be cool enough to manufacture the last pill to avoid us from pain?
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Sad Boys Dance!!
02:34
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SAD BOYS DANCE!! // I watch you naked sleeping in my room. The suitcase means that you'll be leaving soon. And I touch your chest to capture all your silence and I wonder how could get it all in my hands. I wish I could stop the time and keep you here just one more day. The kitchen smells of bread and morning light. It seems the perfect day for the worst of the plans and the taxi waits downstairs, our time is up. I kiss your lips, your hands, your skin, your life. I know you gave me all you had, so let me give you something too. Let me give you something to believe.
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De Costa a Costa
05:29
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DE COSTA A COSTA // Me equivoqué al valorar lo de vivir mirando atrás. Y si he de crecer, he de cambiar. Redirigir lo que no va. Y vuelve el calor al despertar. Y voy al salón, a ver si estás. Y te encuentro allí, buscando el mar. Hablando mal de esta ciudad.
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Passenger
03:02
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PASSENGER // Driving east we share some loves and lies. This car is big enough for us to hide the secrets we both need to be alive: they don't make us free but make us right. Can I tell you all I love from her? Driving east the sun sets on our back. I document the way with pics of us. Most people will never learn what we forget. I'm working on a song to save my life. I just can't stopthinking of her. I guess I'll call her now, the kind of calls that just happen in songs 'cause under our nasty words, we both swim in seas of love. Driving west back now from the wrong side, I've got a thousand things to write and read like progress is a big expensive lie, like my place is not where concrete and coast line meet. I know we deserve much more from this.
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MY RELATIONSHIP WITH ABOVE // Maybe you're right and I won't get there or maybe not and I'll do it twice as well 'cause every word has more than one side and in my mouth they're oversized. I'm trying to match the noise of my unfinished songs with the emptiness of this room where I feel so old, to see if I became the first of my parents' sons on leaving this filthy town that is killing us all. The point is that I cannot see through. Over the years I'm running out of faith 'cause after all I have more reasons to think for sure that He won't come again. And I don't know if there's right or wrong but there's good and bad and if the choice is up to me, you know what I will try 'cause sometimes I need to test my limits and my thoughts and it's better to know that I am made of blood and bones. Maybe you're right and I won't get there.
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La Leyenda del Tiempo
04:06
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Letra de/ lyrics by: Federico García Lorca.
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City Lights
07:16
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CITY LIGHTS // Last rain wet my will to fight and all the clothes that tried to dry outside and the shades of the cars and the noise of their tires and the rumours of this building where and old man dies. You were dying to be dying and I was dying to be someone else and in between this contradiction we couldn't wash away the pain. You have made much more money that I've ever thought but I know what it means to see the city lights from my mother's car. You break the records while I break the news. You break hearts while I break some rules. Ian Curtis sings to tear us apart, but more than a song is needed to kill you and I. I miss my dead friends. I miss what I've lost but it's too late tonight, so turn the lights off.
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City Lights II
05:06
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Esta canción es instrumental. // This is an instrumental song.
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OLD WOODEN CREAKING FLOOR // I wake up freezing in the middle of the night and I find a hole where she used to fall asleep. I try to search for my glasses in the dark. I guess I was having a bad dream. Almost blind, I crash into a pile of books. It's funny, isn't it? how memories come and go, how can we forget some names, places and dates; how hard can hurt the things we've lost. THIS GAME IS OVER. I get out my room in silence like a thief. My two flatmates must have been out. Still I have deafening my ears all the bad news that came from the South.
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The Secret Society Madrid, Spain
The Secret Society desde 2015:
Pepo M.
Javier Martínez
Manel Moreno
David T. Ginzo
Ricky Lavado
The Secret Society recommends:
10" (Gran Derby Records, 2010)
by Buena Esperanza
El grupo de otros miembros de The Secret Society // A band where some of The Secret Society's members play
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El grupo de otros miembros de The Secret Society // A band where some of The Secret Society's members play
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Problemas épicos (Gran tigre records, 2015)
by Cuzin
El grupo de otros miembros de The Secret Society // A band where some of The Secret Society's members play
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