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Sailing the streets
03:26
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So let’s roll up our sleeves and build the ship of our honor !
Get down to business my sailors if you want the job done, you’d better start over
Inspiration will flow with the next stream of labor
So let’s roll up our sleeves and build the ship of our honor
Get down if the storm hasn’t passed, we’ll run all over the sea, trying to get behind the weather
The streets will see our ship coming, pouring the beer and yell to our drinking songs
If piracy must be the cure to your hypocrisy I’ll be your raider
Forget your bloody conventions I’ll have your attention by striking your pride where it hurts the most
We’ve learned the sea has no generosity, there is no promised land, and some wait for an open hand
But we’ve taken the side to decide about our own ride and we are taking you with us
Get down to business my sailors if you want the job done, you’d better start over
Inspiration will flow with the next stream of labor
So let’s roll up our sleeves and build the ship of our honor
Get down if the storm hasn’t passed, we’ll run all over the sea, trying to get behind the weather
The streets will see our ship coming, pouring the beer and yell to our drinking songs
Struggling with elements, overcoming the concrete, never anchor at life like you’d rest in a creek
We share our fate with dirty gulls, living on waste lands of public rules
feeding ourselves with everyday captures
We sail the streets, we walk the sea, we’re rovers of unbearable reality
Can you feel on the edge of the sea the scrubland grow on your certainty?
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My worst enemy
03:00
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Watch my steps
Watch their shade as they fade to black,
no one is immortal, no action is made to last
But here I stand anyway, catching a moment with a single breath in front of other ghosts.
No word will remain after us, no action will be recalled,
this is pure futility and yet I scream, covered in sweat, I am a moving crowd
This is my declaration of faith and no one will change my mind
I am a moving crowd, I am a fucking moving crowd
Watch !
My !
Steps !
My anger’s a gift that I owe you, an ode to my regrets, an ode to my failures
No other person deserves so much attention but me.
My worst enemy is in me,
the reason I failed, the reason I lose,
the reason I could win every new battle
Watch !
My !
Steps !
But it takes strength to overcome your stature
However I know
I’ll win every new battle as long as I face you
Watch my steps !
Try me out !
Raise your fist !
Or turn your back !
Cause I am determined to prove I’m right
This is my declaration of faith
No one will change my mind
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The lonely captain
01:25
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Should I deserve to take a break?
But I am still taking the helm
No matter what constraint arise
I remain the captain on the ship
My crew will always be on my side
Mutiny is no option in high tide
Face to face with giant waves
Which slap your face day after day
My crew !
Always !
On my !s
Siiiiiide !
No excuse for cowardness
I’m standing strong and I will overcome
No one’s to blame for falling down
No one’s to blame for catching you down
Won’t you struggle to get by?
Cause you know you’ll die anyway
So is this how you want to end?
I think I deserve to take a motherfucking break
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The run
03:17
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Here I stand and pretending, insolent as I can be
that I’m foremost in all the breadth of earth, but you could say
I am stubborn and fucking arrogant
I won’t argue with you about self-confidence
My words are as futile as the weight of my actions
It gives the illusion of lifting wind instead of nothing
So long as the breath remains in my breast and my knees are moving quick
I will run on this shallow shaking ground
Staring at a horizon of unbearable things
And I wonder: Will I be falling first?
I think I’d better look for the last …and convince him not to start
Run the mountain and back, Feel of the lack !
Run the mountain and back, fill up that feeling of lack
Dare climbing over whatever limit your boundless spirit
Would encounter in your life
Will I be first !
But I know if I stop I would drown
The sleeping earth would swallow my body
And you would be forever forgotten (oblivion awaits)
So long as the breath remains in my breast and my knees are moving quick
I will run on this shallow shaking ground
Staring at a horizon of unbearable things
And I wonder: Will I be falling first?
I think I’d better look for the last …and convince him not to start
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