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Canchita me encantas
Pero prefiero a tu amiga
Te atrae mi memoria
No te voy a olvidar
Pues hasta mañana
Llegaste a la eternal primavera
Yo sintiendo el puto frio del invierno
Calentaste mis pies con tus calcetines medios chuecos
Y me llevé ese olor para recordarte en mis sueños
You´re just another one on my list
And mine is a very, very long list
I´ll be in India tomorrow
And you´ll be drowning in your sorrow
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You were the black hole at the heart of my soul
You never asked to take a chunk you only stole
I never said “no”, the change was so slow
You never “yes”, you were my best guess
You´re an empty space in a crowded room
You look at me you fence you in, and freeze me out
You´re pushing back, keeping me without
You´re not real, you’re just the pain from an old wound
You looked at it as a prize
Where my life was your right
I´ll provide some insight
There was no wrong and no right
You just lived for the fight
Step away from the light
Go, it´s so hard to let go
Your puppy dog eyes, they hide your sharpest teeth
When will learn that letting go doesn´t mean defeat
You can´t resist the rotten flesh that lies beneath
You´re not real you´re just the pain from an old wound
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Bones in the woods
Bones in the woods
Traded for gold
They´re bought and sold
Bones in the woods
Bones in the woods
Traded for souls
They´re bought and sold
You prefer not to look at the hands you shook
You prefer not to speak of the backs you break
Reason away how these people live
Hoping they´ll just forget and forgive
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Here they come
Through the morning mist
To stop the sword
Reluctant rebels
There they go
Fewer than before
They melt away
To fight another day
Red their blood
You never spilt enough
To stop their march
To drown their song
So you painted them
In daemon red
But the lies you told
Could not heroes hold
Coming coming
Looks who´s coming
Coming coming
Best start running
Coming coming
Guess who´s coming
Running running
Where you running
So you painted them
In daemon red
But they´re back for more
Now they brought the law
You kick and scream
You twist and wriggle
Slippery fish
But you´re on the hook
Your soldiers gone
Our husbands still live on
It´s feeding time
And justice ordered you
Oh they´re coming to get you
Your threats your lies your law suits
Can´t shut down the whole truth
The truth and nothing but truth
The dead are returning
To testify to burning
The red capes are coming
No running
No hiding
No fighting
They´re coming
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Co-Op Inc.
03:50
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The sound of the sirens
Breaking up violence
Is background noise
Boys will be boys
Elsewhere there is dancing
A welcome distraction
Or their protest
Against this mess?
This normal life is slipping from us
We should be getting on but we´re arguing over what the radio says
We should be getting on but there´s people dying on the street every day
We should be outside but now someone else has died, more overtime
Go teach them how to fish while we all stay and wish for more overtime
Our bubbles are bursting
Both sides of the curtain
We´ll help the State
Clean dirty face
We´ve been pouring plaster
Over these disasters
And call it “aid”
It´s all man made
Give with one hand
Sell your traditions while we take your land
Send over missions
Profit from pain, the contradictions
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It feels like a zoo
People in cages peeking through
Fear and hate
Are way of life
I´ll ignite
Exhibition, prohibition
He´s not kind he´s on a mission
Morning evening night the bells knell
Welcome to hell
Join the zoo, join the zoo
Out at night
Tired of flight,
No, it´s alright
He´s on heat
She´s just meat on two feet
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Juice Lady
03:18
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Juice lady on my street
Squeezes juice in my dreams
Hey mister wants some squeeze
Sure lady but no seeds
Taste it hear or to go?
I´m sorry baby I need my juice for the road
I always go back
Juice so fresh
Squeeze every drop
Leave no mess
I got juicing on my mind
Juice lady, she knows what´s mine
Juice lady she squeeze so good
She´s got the best juice in the neighbourhood
Juice lady, juice, juicy lady
I always though her juice was pure
But now her juicing days are through
Juice lady mixed and lied
Turns out she was juicing on the side
Juice lady squeezed so good
She had the best juice in the neighbourhood
Woke up all hazy
With squeeze on my mind
Went to see my lady
For a good time
My head was spinning
Needed her juice
When I saw her mixing
Tang with the fruit
Juice lady mixed and lied
Mixed my juice
Made me write this song
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I like the smell of turmeric
It lingers on your skin like garlic fingertips
Wild honey drips
I like the way you fool the rules
You were spinning wool before it became cool
Working the land
Blistered hands running through twisted strands
I like the way you play your hand
Always close to your chest but always for the best
Taking our time
Turmeric remains while flavours wane
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This still life
Is still alive
It draws me in
I´m well warn in
Hooked on delight
Broke up to spite
The familiar
All until her
Tetris in bed
The height the breadth
The width the depth
We´re out of breath
I can´t help but feel a little bit glad
When you say that you´re tired and you call that cab
You´ve always known this isn´t really my scene
All the smoke and the pussy of a teenage dream
I can´t help but feel a little bit sad
When you say that you want to dance and you take my hand
You´ve always known this isn´t really my jam
All the smoke and swinging dicks it´s like their battering ram
I hate your disco
Please let me go
I fake your lingo
But I ain´t your gringo
I hate your disco
See you domingo
Pink flamingos
Frijoles pinto
One, two, three, four
I don´t wanna dance no more
Five, six, seven, eight,
I know you, you´re jail bait
One, two, three, cuatro
I like toast with avocado
Five, six, seven, eight,
Time to go it´s getting late
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Tuc Tuc
02:31
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The tuc tuc took a left
The tuc tuc took a right
The tuc tuc took all day
The tuc tuc took all night
It goes without saying
That I went without paying
The tuc tuc looked all day
The tuc tuc looked all night
The tuc tuc looked for pay
The tuc tuc was a pain
But I had no money
So he took my honey away
The tuc tuc took my love away
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Come on and take the hint
This is my third cigarette
And I don't even smoke
I can't handle my drink
One more of these
I'll be face down in the bowl
And I hate this song
But I'll sing along with you
I'll take my chances with you
Moving with wooden feet
And my hips are made
Out of iron not bone
And my head's in the sink
But I still can't wait
To get you back home
And I'll play along
'till I'm on my own with you
I'll take my chances with you
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The Joker´s Curtain Call
04:17
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He´s the joker in the pack
Taking names and breaking backs
And you thought he was an ordinary jack
Pissing into the eternal spring
On the end of a short string
Ordering, murdering, while worshipping
Sucking up to The Gringo
Standing up for the status quo
The people in dissent have got to go
Unhappy here? Then just migrate
Be a dreamer in the States
Where your body is free real estate
No? You´d rather take your chances here
And live a life of constant fear
Say too much and you might disappear
A bag of bones in an unmarked grave
Like the fighters like the brave
The ones that refused to be enslaved
Dignify, you cannot deny
Recovery of history
Memory from community
Fights immunity
Beats impunity
The truth will out x 2
Ni olvido ni perdón
Is the never-ending song
Of people who have waited way too long
To see the kings who pull the strings
Set to rights by their play things
Overthrown by the eternal spring
Time never worried you at all
Now your back´s against the wall
The joker´s curtain call
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CANCHES Spain
CANCHES is an indie-rock-alternative-blues-pop trio from the UK, Canada & Spain. They formed in Guatemala where they were all working at the time, and write songs primarily based on their experiences in the country. Their lyrics range from the political, satirical and darkly comic, to all-out declarations of love and hate. ... more
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