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04:17
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When the lights get down and the land is calmed
I search for answers on the open skies
Broken pixels, gods of times
Friendly partners, patterns drawn by stars.
Moisted dreams of astronauts.
Twenty centuries behind
Ageless skin as an abstract screen
Why to see what was always seen
Words as swords, make them rhyme.
Joining points, imagine lines.
Tightrope set in time.
A perspective pantomime.
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Radiation Monsters
02:53
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They got inside a tin can burying their young lives
Preaching that they don’t believe in what they don’t believe
They got both: computers and stone rafts.
And they say that you don’t feel what you say that you feel
Almost radiation monsters screaming:
"I don’t want to hear about
Anything I left behind
That’s where all my money goes
That’s where all my good efforts get lost"
They re bouncing on the bushes having a good time
Preaching that now they re clean they left friends in between
But they got toothpaste, brushes and soap bars
And they say you shall stop looking for you to start finding
They’re radiation monsters
They ll always be radiation monsters screaming
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4. |
Swim
03:55
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I swim between anchor ropes and shrimp.
The skies above...
Wrinkles and tears
Winter is full of fears
The skies above ...
everything seems to be a dream
Light rays
draw shadows on the transparent cascades
And I’m not here
Everything seems to be a dream
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5. |
Revolution
03:55
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I believe a revolution is coming
And now I feel it will fall over and over
Over me
I can see a little man that surrenders
His broken wings are falling down, loosing feathers
Loosing tears
I believe a revolution is coming
And now I feel it will fall over and over
Over me
I believe a revolution is coming
over and over me
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6. |
Printemps
02:33
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Isolation Syndrome
04:15
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Roof hat
Tiles sound empty when they hit the ground
Wise talk
Sparkling vacuum as you peel the bone
Feels like we ‘re in a sauna
And our sweat leads to our daily confusion
Like a coma trauma
Living an isolation syndrome
Black joy
My turn at your choice
Wise talk
Sparkling vacuum when you peel the bones
Just like in the jungle
Twisting ankles still to fell the quicksand’s pull
Like a coma trauma
Living an isolation syndrome
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8. |
Fight for it
03:14
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(Do it – do it – do it – do it – do it)
You gotta fight for it (You got!)
Yeah, you build your own plane (and make it fly)
There are no boundaries (Outside your mind)
If not, they will decide for you (Oh no no no!)
Strength when you’re descending.
No fear when you ride.
Staring at the distance will help you climb.
Beware at every moment.
Don’t go across the line.
Hollow, hollow, hollow,
You’ll weep and cry.
Into eternity!
To chase the land.
To fix the eternal storms.
The endless doubt.
To burn the majesties.
The thrones of crap.
This world is hollow, hollow, hollow and makes me cry:
You gotta fight for it (You got!)
Yeah, you build your own plane (and make it fly)
There are no boundaries (Outside your mind)
If not, they will decide for you (Oh no no no!)
Focus on daybreak in the middle of your night
The anguish and the nonsense will get stronger as you rise
Walk with steps of sugar through the thorny mellow paths
As a tiger, calm and clever, always ready to strike
Into eternity!
To avenge the ground
Into eternity!
The endless sound
Into eternity!
You weep and cry
This world is hollow! Hollow! And makes me shout:
You gotta fight for it (You got!)
Yeah, build your own plane (and make it fly)
There are no boundaries (Outside your mind)
If not they will decide for you (Oh no no no!)
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TOBE Buenos Aires, Argentina
Tobe es el alter ego solista del cantautor, productor y compositor Juan Tobal.
Fundador de
Mompox, editó siete títulos y giro por Europa, EEUU, México y Sudamérica participando de importantes festivales como Vive Latino o SXSW.
En 2020 lanzó Farsa, su primer álbum bajo ese seudónimo. Desde entonces publicó dos simples, un álbum y un EP.
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