Difunta Correa

How To Move

Melodic House - Vol.18

Fueg Finesse - Rollin

Coming soon! We pretend to be fine.
There's a fire in the wastelands. What's mine?
Waste of time.
There's a fire.
We Survive.

There's a crack in the side of the farm.
You would think that they'd run, but they stay.
Waste the light.
Avoid the night.
Stay alive. 

There's a river that's flowing with gold.
That you get, when you're good, if you're old.
Waste of life.
Taste the Night.
Stoke the fire.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

There's a message we sent to the sky.
Imagine that won't be getting too far.
Trip the wire.
To the stars.
To the stars.

There's a man on the moon, and he's heating a Spoon.
As he looks sadly down on the earth.
There's a cow.
What's that now?
Holy cow.

Wee Willie runs through the town.
Crying loud as he seeks them all out.
Get to bed.
In your head.
Go to bed.

All you've got left are some rust, cans of peaches.
A pile of old vizzes and porn.
A fray bentos pie and your rosy complexion.
There's no one left you rely on. 

A bust of Beethoven, a packet of suet.
A commemorative plate, a Princess Di coin.
An overfilled ashtray, a battered red jumper.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

All of her maybes, mistaken for definitelys.
All you can do is move on.
All of your sure things, replaced now with possiblys.
You've got no crutch to lean on.

All of his don't knows, revealed to be so lows 
That you didn't see where they came from.
All of the can does, are hollow lists of to does.
Interstellar. Toodle-oo. Now I'm gone.

Interstellar... Toodle-oo

You'll never make a seamstress out of me.
Your clothes will have to suffer down the years.
I don't come free.
See, it's ragged on the borderline.
You never said what's yours is mine.
You will not make a seamstress out of me.

If I chose to go hunting, I'd succeed.
And bring home some wild animal, that's mostly made of meat.
Of course, there's always tooth and claw,
and I've never killed a thing before.
But if I chose to be hunting, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
And if I sailed off to some war, what's a ribbon for?

The fireside is warm and idly,
I watch you as you sit there and sing into fires deep.
A singer you will always be.
Your song to sing, a minor key.
A constant ever-changing melody. 

If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.
Although I know almost nothing about the dark ways of the sea.
I'm sure that I'd bring back a fish.
A fish for you to make your dish.
If I chose to go fishing, I'd succeed.

If I were a spaceman, would you be waiting when I land?
and I was due to hang, would you make a stand?

If I was a spaceman, there'd be a ticker tape parade,
but if it goes the other way, I hope you stay.



If I Were a Spaceman

Songs of Love [The Divine Comedy Cover]

Thought we had more than a big bunch of nothing.
Come on mother lets go.
Working with nothing but a pile of ash and sulfur.
Just stuck here out in the sun.
What I thought was lazy, proved to be crazy.
There's nothing left to know.
Everybody leaves and autumn is approaching.
Come on brother, let's go. 

Thought we got going when it stopped snowing.
But we're still waiting to go.
Thought we had more than this bunch of nothing.
But that's a resounding no.
There's nothing as a foundation where we're standing.
There's years left go.
Money in houses, but nothing in your trousers.
Come on honey let's go. 

Thought I was crazy, for years I wanted saving.
But it's just me you know.
Finally realising, it's all just actualising.
There's nowhere real to go.
Come on brother, sister, motherfuckers.
Let's really let it go.
Thought there was more than this bunch of nothing.
Come on mother let's go.

To Nowhere

"Un millón de estrellas" es el primer tema de un EP conformado por 4 canciones en versión acústica.

Mix/master: Feelx records
Música: Pasaje onírico
Composición: Daniel Tóbon

Un Millon De Estrellas

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