Name: Eh, as crianças desenharam qq coisa e puseram td abaixo by Caxabaxa
Duration: 2 min 23 s
Description: Todas as gravações do Caxabaxa feitas entre o fim de 2005 e o fim de 2006.

Historia - Sem - Fim - Nickelly- -chloe

When everything
Has come undone
And your heart is shattered  
There’s no one there
And you just stare
At your reflection in the 
 
Mirror on the wall
There’s no one for you to call
And there’s no chance someone will call you  
The mirror on the wall 
Picture perfect of your downfall
And still nobody called you
 
There’s no one there
Nobody cares
And you wish you didn’t
There’s no one there
Nobody cares
And you wish you didn’t care
 

That feeling
You don’t belong
Here, there, anywhere
The open wounds
Are bleeding
Casting shaddows in the
 
Mirror on the wall
There’s no one for you to call
And there’s no chance someone will call you  
The mirror on the wall 
Picture perfect of your downfall
And still nobody called you

Mirror on the wall, mirror on the wall
Nobody called you
Mirror on the wall, mirror on the wall

There's no one there, there's no one there
There's no one there, there's no there

There’s no one there
Nobody cares
And you wish you didn’t
There’s no one there
Nobody cares
And you wish you didn’t 
There's no one there.

There's No One There (Demo)

The bed is made of ice
Or is it fever? 
You never burned so cold
Like this before
And the silence
It’s not sexy
It’s heavy and scary
 
The visions begin 
And you close your eyes
They’re all over your skin 
So, so  tactile
It’s not silent no more
And the voices speak
And they merge to your thoughts
What is happening? 
 
Now you’re standing
Are you dreaming?
You look back at the bed
And there you are
Soaking wet
Shaking so bad
In burning fever
 
The visions begin 
And you close your eyes
They’re all over your skin 
So, so  tactile
It’s not silent no more
And the voices speak
And they merge to your thoughts
What is happening? 
 
The bed is made of ice.

The Bed Is Made Of Ice (Demo)

What’s the name of the ghost 
That dwells in your body
A petulant host  
You’re  not invited to his party
You can’t escape 
There’s no way out
Too many voices
Too many voices
Inside your head 
The noises
Can’t be avoided
Can’t be avoided
 
This is so desperating 
And utterly bizarre
It’s hard to picture
Your situation    
But in the end 
You can’t deny 
You can’t escape
What you really are
What you really are
 
What you really are 
 
Spell the name of the ghost
That dwells in your body
Sign the name of the ghost
That dwells in your body
Say hello to the ghost 
You see in the mirror
As you talk to the ghost
He replies “come nearer”
 
Now you know the name of the ghost 
That dwells in your body
A petulant host
That never throws parties
You can’t escape 
There’s no way out
Too many voices
Too many voices
Inside your head 
The noises
Can’t be avoided
Can’t be avoided
 
This is so desperating 
And utterly bizarre
It’s hard to picture
Your situation    
But in the end 
You can’t deny 
You can’t escape
What you really are
What you really are

What You Really Are (Demo)

I don’t see
A meaning for your standing here
Pretending nothing’s happening
And it’s pretty clear
There's nothing more for you to say
We broke apart and called it a day
 
But you got me hooked
All I want to do is
Staring at your crazy eyes
Staring at your crazy
And you got me all fascinated
Staring at your crazy eyes
Staring at your crazy
 
I don’t mind
The lies you told they set me free
This freedom is a big deceit 
And it’s pretty clear 
That you abused me everyday
And I enjoyed it anyway
 
Cuz you got me hooked
All I want to do is
Staring at your crazy eyes
Staring at your crazy
And you got me all fascinated
Staring at your crazy eyes
Staring at your crazy

Your Crazy Eyes (Demo)

You always regret
You always do
You’re always looking to
And you also complain
You know it’s true
No matter what I do
And it’s getting serious
So stupid, delirious
Insidious, period
.

You never listen
You never do 
You’re always on the moon
And you like to compete
You know it’s true
So further from the truce 
And it feels so hideous
So stupid, delirious
Insidious, period
.

You never forget
You never do
There is just no excuse
You try to forgive
They convinced you
That this is no abuse
Sometimes you look back
Sometimes you do
And it tightens the noose 
You wish you were dead
Sometimes you do
Sometimes you just do
You always regret
You always do
Sometimes you just do 
And you also complain
You know it’s true
Sometimes you just do  
You never listen
You never do
Sometimes you just do
You like to compete
You know it’s true
Sometimes you just

Sometimes You Just Do(Demo)

The sun is burning so bright
And the wind it blows pretty crazy 
A dog wants to bite
And i’m lying here pushing daisies 
All the secrets that you hide 
Ah ah ah 
No one needs your alibi
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah 
 
Just a minute ago you were quivering
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Needless to say you were not freezing
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
But the butter always hits the floor, damn french toasts
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
A badass party pooper at your innermost 
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah

The sun is blinding your sight
And the birds of a feather, they flock together
Your train passes by 
Down the trail that runs forever
All the secrets that you hide 
Ah ah ah 
No one needs your alibi
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah 
 
Just a minute ago you were quivering
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Needless to say you were not freezing
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
But the butter always hits the floor, damn french toasts
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
A badass party pooper at your innermost 
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
 
All the secrets that you hide 
Ah ah ah 
No one needs your alibi
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah 
 
Just a minute ago you were quivering
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Needless to say you were not freezing
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
But the butter always hits the floor, damn french toasts
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
A badass party pooper at your innermost
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah
Ah ah ah, ah ah ah ah

Watching Paint Dry (Demo)

Todas as gravações do Caxabaxa feitas entre o fim de 2005 e o fim de 2006.

Eh, as crianças desenharam qq coisa e puseram td abaixo

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