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Fake Laugh
03:55
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Dear, are you feeling tired?
Tell me, are youu feeling wired?
Baby, are you feeling mired?
Uh, what do you say?
What’s going on?
You don’t answer me tonight
You don’t answer when I call
You don’t answer when I cry
Is this right?
Forgetting a moment about a lie
Maybe It’s easier to die
Maybe It’s easier to die
Maybe It’s easier
There is nothing to do
Fake
Like the grins upon your face
On a stormy and windy day
Your image in every place
For the tension up all night
Like a pulsion up all night
My depression up all night
For the tension up all night
Like a pressure up all night
Your illusion up all night
Is this right?
Forgetting a woman about a lie
Maybe It’s easier to die
Maybe It’s easier to die
Maybe It’s easier
There is nothing to do
There is nothing to do
Forgetting what you did
It’s not a simple thing
Expecially for me
There is nothing to do
There is nothing, nothing to do
There is nothing to do
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2. |
Mosquito
03:38
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Did you ever feel the breeze?
On a calm and desert sea?
Surely there is where I want to be
Did you ever feel the bees?
Or mosquitos on your knees?
People always talk a lot about me
Only need to scream and shout over voices of a noisy mass
Only need to punch the television screen
Or only cut the power of the neighbourhood,
Of the neighbourhood
Bees are running, bees are running, bees are running around
Bees are running, bees are running, bees are running around
Only need to scream and shout over voices of a noisy mass
Only need to silence the radio channels of the middle class
Only need to punch the television screen
Or only cut the power of the neighbourhood
Only need to push the button till the end,
I wanna finally find out what I am, what I am
Bees are running, bees are running around, bees are running away
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3. |
Burst of Heat
04:42
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All around the fire
All around a phantom’s watching me
He’s watching us
What kind of vibe do you want?
Seated on the ground
Seated on the dust he calls my name
He calls our name
What kind of thrill do you need?
If Miles will play, we gotta have faith
As long as his memory crosses spaces,
we’ll have the chance
All around the hope
All around a spirit’s over me
On top of us
What kind of sway do you want?
Seated on the floor
Seated on the hell he cheers this day
He screams our name
What kind of heat do you need?
If Miles will play, we gotta have faith
As long as his memory crosses spaces,
we’ll have the chance
If Chet will sing, we gotta have breath
As long as his voice belongs to Jesus,
we’ll have the creed
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4. |
Implosion / Explosion
03:02
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Every emotion now
For every commotion now
There’s a scientific basis
There’s a creative mind
Every devotion now
For every solution now
There’s a scientific reason
There's a magnetic power
Cause the time is running fast
When I look into your eyes
Our love is running high
I suppose it’s out of control
I suppose it’s out of my head
I suppose it’s out of us
An explosion breaks the banks
by the river on the hill
An implosion causes collapsis
Of the frame that we’re made of
The confusion makes me mad
On the lonely and barren street
The reclusion makes me sad
When I want to spread my wings
Let it crush, let it crush
This our heart in a million grains
Let it burn, let it burn
Then we’ll rise and we’ll return
Again
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5. |
Weird Moves
05:31
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I always dream this the days I drive at dawn
I dream that the people follow me
Keep on riding and riding and riding along the road
Keep on falling, failing, finding more and more
Can you feel the night as a prayer?
I’m gonna shock that crowd until the morning sun will come
Can you twist tonight, can you twist?
I’m gonna move my arms and legs without the competence
Girls should want him, girls should want a boy like me
Girls should want it, girls should want more
Girls should want him, girls should want a boy like you
Girls should want it, girls should want more
I always dream this the days I’m all alone
I dream that the people turn to me
Keep on running, running, running down the road
Keep on falling, failing, finding someone new
Can you feel the night as a pleasure?
I’m gonna shut that crowd until the morning sun will rise
Can you twist tonight, can you twist?
I’m gonna shake my arms and legs without embarrassment
Girls should want him, girls should want a boy like me
Girls should want it, girls should want more
Girls should want him, girls should want a boy like you
Girls should want it, girls should want more
Girls should want him, girls should want a boy
Girls should want it, girls should want more (All the girls should want it)
Girls should want him, girls should want a boy like me
Girls should want it, girls should want more (All the girls should wants more)
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6. |
Body Down
03:51
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I’m walking on the sidewalk
Not a typical sidewalk but a sidewalk with a body
The flames in my feet while I’m talking with a stranger
In a stranger street with a gun in the hand
With a gun in my head
And I’m hearing all the shots, the shots in the air
With the blood in my new shoes, the blood in my new t-shirt
A bullet is travelling, it’s travelling inside me and they want me down,
and they want me a dead man
I’m walking on the sidewalk
Not a typical sidewalk, the body is mine
I’m walking on the sidewalk
Not a typical sidewalk but a sidewalk with a body
The flames in my feet while I’m talking with a stranger
In a stranger street with a gun in the hand
With a gun in my head
And I’m hearing all the shots, the shots in the air
With the blood in my new shoes, the blood in my new t-shirt
A bullet is travelling, it’s travelling inside me and they want me down,
and they want me a dead man
I’m walking on the sidewalk
Not a typical sidewalk, the body is mine
The body is mine
The body is mine
The body is mine
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7. |
The Last Call
03:36
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Uh! There’s an airplane above my head
A train in the night, a flame that burns inside
A runaway, a runaway, a runaway
And not a shame
For once I try to do by myself
Believe me, the last call, the end is near
It’s an escape from reality,
A trip into the fantasy to another place
Cause I’m not a slave
A runaway, a runaway, a runaway
And not a game
For once I try to do by myself
The earth will swallow the followers, the earth
The earth will swallow the automatons, the earth
I’m a runaway in front of your mistakes,
In front of this earthquake
In front of you
And please, apologize! Or it will be too late
Or it will be too late
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8. |
Little Mental Trip
06:39
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I pray
I pray at night
That someone come and get me
The end of all my days is begun
I wait the call of my friend
On me, you bet on me
You call me down from there
You call me down from there
Uhm delicious, ambitious, attractive
for what I see
I’m relaxing my senses, I’m flexing my nose
I’m relaxing my senses, I’m flexing my toes
My nose, my toes, my nose, my toes
A space without trace of corrupted race
We play with balloons, as when we were children
In forbidden places
Who can stop us now, nobody knows me
That is crazy, nobody knows you
Nobody cares
By now
Um daschiriri boom here we go now
Daschiriri boom but we are freer
Schiriri boom shaking, shaking, shaking heads
Shaking off
Shaking heads
Shaking off
Oh my gosh, oh my gosh,
that was fun, that was fun,
that was weird, like a drum,
that was weird, I was drunk, I was
Oh my god, my dear God,
You should know that I was drunk
You should know that I was dropped,
You should know that I'm in trouble and
You should know this
I lose the straight line
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Be.Holders Russi, Italy
Be.Holders are an Italian electronic duo native of Ravenna, formed in Russi in September 2018 and composed by Davide Santandrea (born in 1978, formerly a member of Transgender and Solmeriggio: electronics, guitars and keyboards) and Francesco Rossi (born in 1994: vocals and lyrics). ... more
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