Celia Infante: piano,
Marcos Merillas: guitar,
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar.

Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan,
Recorded live by Javier Vielba. Valladolid (Spain), Sept. 2015.

Cement Flowers (OMP Sessions)

Marcos Merillas: guitar,
Celia Infante: organ, maracas,
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar.

Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan,
Recorded live by Javier Vielba, Valladolid (Spain), Sept. 2015.

Dennis Hopper (OMP Sessions)

Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar, harmonica.

Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan,
Recorded live by Javier Vielba. Valladolid (Spain), Sept. 2015.

I ain't Jesus Christ (OMP Sessions)

Celia Infante: piano, 
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitars, percussion.

Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan.
Recorded for the album "Veinte años de éxitos" by Koke at the 470 Radio studios, Valladolid (Spain), August 2015.

Bloodflow

LYRICS: 

God, look how, 
in a five-years’ time 
I’ve become darker 
and I’ve changed my name to Buck. 

Now, 
you know I’m prone to boredom 
and prone to start again 
and again. 

And it’s taking me too long, 
it’s taking me so long 
burying 
my own corpse. 
But it’s almost done 
and winter’s almost gone 
and we’re still apart 
in this cold backyard. 

I wait for destruction 
to treat us like sons 
and to take us from darkness 
to the open road. 

(We lack a road) 

The man in me 
and the monkey in me 
and the you in me 
think the same: 
that I’m a cruel man 
swimming in my own blood, 
but I think I’m just 
quite devoted. 

All my etceteras 
and all of my lies 
walk outside. 
and so will I.

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitars, piano, synth 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016

Destruction

LYRICS:

I was driving 
(just for the ride) 
down in Athens 
a white mid-size car 

And I was waiting 
for you to start 
your phony fire 

I'm just getting on the lights 
I'm just getting on the lights 

Yes, I'm driving 
through the nothingnew 
and there's no glasses 
containing blood 

And I was hoping 
this sky was just 
neither this nor that 

So that I can just get on naming it 
I'm just getting on naming it

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Mariem Diané: backing vocals 
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitars, organ, synth 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016

Driving

LYRICS:

Last night I dreamed of two snakes devouring your little sweet face: 

I did nothing but watch. 

So now you’ve just faded out and I can’t see clearly your eyes or your lips, 

in my head, 
when I masturbate. 

I’ve tried to feign a taste for your arty shit but I’ve fallen into a hole of blank nights 

and critic reviews. 

Like when you said you liked Godard and I went and watched like 30 % of his stuff: 

It was just a bore. 
It was a fucking bore. 

So I’ll stop saying you are my light, my Jesus, my Ono, my heart and my life, 

For I need none of them.

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitars 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016

No More Cement Flowers

LYRICS:

Are you gone? 
Or is just that you’re dreaming silence in the pale corners of this cold room? 
It is dark, 
Much darker than last night: now we can feel the burden of each other’s words, 
And they’re too heavy for both of us. 

What you call my heart 
Is just a boy diving in two liters of cheap rancid wine. 
Isn’t suicide 
The simplest answer to the question ‘how much is this gonna last’? 
Well, I know it’s not such a feasible plan. 

I ain’t fucking Jesus Christ 
Neither someone who can sacrifice his flesh for some human love, 
So just stop trying 
To show me your wounds waiting for my pain to be a proper cure, 
Because pain is an unaimable gun. 

It’s been too long 
Since last time that we parked on the edge of the road for a fuck. 
It was fun 
But now I don’t even drive and I pretend to be always too tired, 
So I guess you’ll have to jerk-off this time. 

I’ve said I ain’t Jesus Christ 
But I do carry a cross 
Made of untestified self-pity and vices 
And silences firing me.

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Celia Infante: piano 
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar, harmonica 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016

I Ain't Jesus Christ

LYRICS:

Dennis Hopper, 
some years ago, 
glazed his beard 
and so did I this morning: 
I slipped my face 
between the sharp-as-knifes legs 
of an open-minded woman 
and I arose feeling closer to Art. 

Like this, I’ve made waste of every woman, 
like the poet of the one-night-longing songs. 
And I’ve tried to turn every wound into word 
in the most obsessive way. 

Are my verses now much more convincing? 
Do they look completely insane? 
That’s it: that air of mentally-tortured genius 
is what I’m trying to get. 
So I’m trying not to stay sober 
or, at least, to keep my eyes like in flames. 
I spend afternoons ‘round the alley 
giving the air of being strayed. 

I’m closing the doors to my former rooms. 
One by one. 
With forced disdain, with blank nights, 
with unnatural days. 

I’m driving away. 
I’m carelessly driving away 
like Pound or like Cave, 
like every fucking man who really got 
a piece of dark fame. 

I’m driving away. 
I’m driving away 
because past’s so uninspiring 
for it’s so real and plain. 
When mixing memory and desire 
things get out of way. 

I feel a bit like Francis Bacon 
after having bought two halves of a cow: 
dragging them home 
all through the amazed market.

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Marcos Merillas: guitars 
Benjamin Rumeau: percussion 
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitar, organ, bass 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016

Dennis Hopper

LYRICS:

Lights were all undone 
Lights were all undone 
And the reasons were too many 
By far 

I told you: 
•	I was a cold neurotic man 
•	I was a deeply wounded man 
•	I had looked for feelings 
(in the most obsessive way) 

I’m looking forward 
To burning 
All the flesh of your eyelids 
To see your black eyes devouring me 
Devouring me 

We smoked cigarettes by fours 
And climbed the virgin walls 
Of my past 
(Oh, my telltale soberness) 

What would happen to you? 
What would happen to this place 
If I don´t come back? 
Nothing. 
Just nothing.

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from 'Destruction', released June 22, 2016 
Music and lyrics by Buck Mulligan 

Celia Infante: piano 
Marcos Merillas: guitar 
Benjamin Rumeau: drums 
Buck Mulligan: vocals, guitars, synth 

Recorded, mixed and produced by Buck Mulligan 
Paris, spring 2016

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