Kitty’s Wake - Lyrics

At Kitty’s wake we sang the old songs
And the priest was telling me about his world

I’m at the old house for the last time
All the workers at the church stop when we arrive

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with

All the kids are playing grown up
I’m remembering that once I was a child

Some are lonesome when they’re on their own
And then some of us never get the time alone

And everyone dies
And everyone is born with life
And everyone might find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend their lives with
Find someone they want to spend 

And I should know

Strange Part of the Country

Kitty's Wake

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Old Irish Drunks - Lyrics

Well he left home one Sligo day and he kept on going until he came to a halt
And they heard nothing of their lost son since London had swallowed him up
Each night he drank himself to sleep in a town where he lived but did not belong
These streets were built by men who came from the earth then covered it up

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

Living on the far edge he broke his toes in the High Road cold
His last days he told me how much he loved all he said he hated most

They built these streets of Cricklewood
They built these streets of Kilburn
They built these streets of Cricklewood
And they built them good
Built them good

And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain
And all the roads remain

Built them good
Built them good
Built them good
Built them good

Old Irish Drunks

Time Settles - Lyrics 

And the decision made a hole, a vacancy in a vital inner chamber in my bones
This is what finally separated me from all my friends for whom I became skeletal

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And then the places I visit became the same inside world that I thought I was in
And like a fly scribbling the air I know neither the place nor what the hour is

Time settles over me
Time settles over me

And I, far off inside, was old

And now the years are closing in, each minute the last minute and following me

Time Settles

Rome, with love feat. AKS, Leah & Yelfris Valdés

Orville’s Discotheque

A Dancer Must Die

Pass me the bottle and look to my eyes
Let’s tear down the curtain and speak of our times.
There’s a crack in the skin of hope and belief
Perhaps if we talk we can see what it is.

The trees, the trees are breathing despair
'coz some fools drilled holes in the air
And it’s raining in Kyev
but nothing is wet for what falls
on the heads of women and men
are the tears of a world torn by our greed and our lies. 
 
AHA there’s a wound in the night
AHA the moon is covered in wine
AHA but the candle’s alight, won't stay for a while,
let's imagine a sign.

Tell me your fortunes and tell me your curse,
days are like knives when you plunge into yourself.
There’s a war in the West there’s a war in East
and only the rich have got tickets to flee.

The winds, the winds are stuck in the graves
and the ghosts they are praying for change.
We know it will come but before we are done
can we toast to the ones who were broken and shun
by the hammer of hearts prone to the greed and the lies!
 
AHA there’s a wound in the night
AHA the moon is covered in wine
AHA but the candle’s alight, won't you stay for a while,
let's imagine a sign. 
​

Wound In The Night

Nobody Knows Where We Are
 
Will you come back to me when magic finds its parking  place?
I don’t care what mask you bring as long as we can dance again.

Can you read me some verse before time spits its curse and we sever the thread? It was only half nine when we opened the wine, now the clocks have gone blind and I am feeling so high from the quirks of your body and mind.
 
Nobody knows where we are, we drank the wake of the stars.

I know you mock my style, you say I push the Latin vibe.
But this is not my show, it’s a tale of two wandering lives.

Won’t you show me that move, the one where you prove,
That your country has gone wild, I am sick of the lies
Of husband and wives, won’t you show me your kite
'coz I am feeling so high from the quirks of your body and mind. 
 
Nobody knows where we are, we drank the wake of the stars.
​

03 - Nobody Knows Where We Are

WHERE THE WILD THINGS GO (LYRICS)


Lately, someone’s making this house to fall, they are planting liquid bombs in the patios of our future.
I don’t know what to make of this imbroglio, is it me or is the mojo gone? Does anyone have a spare angel?

I want to go where the wild winds go, where the wild winds go. 
 
Tell me, did they start another war, 
just because their testicles were far too overgrown?
I am sick of their show, can you show me your porticle 
where you silence the void with your spicey corazon.
 
I want to go where the wild winds go, where the wild winds go. 
 
The wind is a shore
when your country is torn
and you need is a guiding grace, a guiding grace.   
 
Frankly, can we all just travel on? all I want is to shift the storm,
And maybe if we are getting on, we’ll dance the blues away. 
 
I want to go where the wild winds go, where the wild winds go.
​

04 - Where The Wild Winds Go

She stole my heart, which she now keeps in her basement along with other body parts she stole from previous lovers.

She Stole My Heart

La Réalité

Quand tu venais vers moi

Tuesday night, alone in a bar, where is Jacques Coustau where is Kofi Annan? 
Won’t someone come and pretend that they are in love, or dance a tune which no one knew could be danced like that.

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

Early rise, like the day before, if one more twerp curates my work I think I will explode, 
When this job ends please take some time before you start again, the city feeds from souls like you who are in the red.   

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.  

O wintry blues what did you do, my friends, they stay home and watch the evening news,
If this won’t end I swear my friend I’ll go and cut the thread that links ITV and BBC to the spin of the world. 

The moon is a spider, does it hang in the air or does it crawl in my mind? I quiver beside her, will she go for the mask or give me a try, I pray to the swing of the night.

- The Moon is a Spider - The Quivering Poets

LYRICS

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MUSICAL BIOGRAPHY / BIOGRAFIA MUSICAL


1993-1995 The Arrival (Gibraltar)

1995-2000 El Mono (Hull)

1997-1998 Black Cat Bone (La Serena, Chile)

2003-2005 Neshika (Barcelona)

2005-2010 Riverbound (Barcelona)

2007-2009 Timber & Sand (Barcelona)

2005-Present Gabriel Moreno (Barcelona / London)

- The Moon is a Spider - The Quivering Poets

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