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El Revingut
04:09
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EL REVINGUT
No m’esperen
i aquest cop no faré tard.
Doneu-me expectatives,
xarops i lavatives,
que no sóc de fiar.
No m’esperen
i aquest cop farà més mal.
Doneu-me temptatives,
rumors i rogatives,
que no us podreu salvar.
Previsibilitat i dolor.
Predictibilitat i perdó.
Rates blanques, rates pures...
que comenci l’experimentació!
Roseguen la teva passió,
roseguen la teva intenció,
roseguen sense compassió
fins que de cop se’ls para el cor.
No m’esperen
i aquest cop no faré tard.
Doneu-me expectatives,
xarops i lavatives,
que no sóc de fiar.
No m’esperen,
temps hi haurà d’estripar
desitjos i alegries,
il·luses fantasies...
Aquest cop no faré tard.
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2. |
Un Món Sense Tu
03:41
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UN MÓN SENSE TU
Abans de tota la construcció,
després de la definitiva destrucció.
Un món més gran,
un món més pur,
un món més ple,
alhora que buit
Somnis tèrbols de la destrucció del món
tal i com el coneixem.
La línia dels pensaments salta pels aires
duent-nos a llocs inexplicables.
Duent-nos a llocs!
Un món més gran,
un món més pur,
un món més ple,
alhora que buit
Un món més gran,
un món més pur,
un món més ple,
un món sense tu.
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Música Morta
03:52
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MÚSICA MORTA
Les melodies del meu univers
dibuixen penombres on s’amaga el vers.
Filles bastardes d’un desig estrany,
compassos de vida que ara vaig deixant.
És música morta.
La gesta és l’estrofa fins la indigestió.
Els ritmes somorts són el meu bastó.
Cada trista nota és un pas en fals
cap a una tornada que em torna a fer mal.
És música morta.
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PET SEMATARY
Under the arc of a weather stain boards,
Ancient goblins, and warlords,
Come out of the ground, not making a sound,
The smell of death is all around,
And the night when the cold wind blows,
No one cares, nobody knows.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
Follow Victor to the sacred place,
This ain't a dream, I can't escape,
Molars and fangs, the clicking of bones,
Spirits moaning among the tombstones,
And the night, when the moon is bright,
Someone cries, something ain't right.
The moon is full, the air is still,
All of a sudden I feel a chill,
Victor is grinning, flesh rotting away,
Skeletons dance, I curse this day,
And the night when the wolves cry out,
Listen close and you can hear me shout.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again.
I don't want to be buried in a Pet Sematary,
I don't want to live my life again, oh no, oh no
I don't want to live my life again, oh no no no
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MON A LA COVA Barcelona, Spain
Mon a la Cova is currently composing, recording and playing live as a solo act. He has recently sung and played with REPLICANTS ANÒNIMS, KITSCH A LA COVA, "Frans Beltran DUO Mon a la Cova". He sung in CASUAL (1999-2010) and GUILLES MALEÏDES before that (1992-1998). ... more
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