The Sexy Bedouin - EP

EP inspirado em Björk, CocoRosie, AIR, Kraftwerk, Fever Ray, em noites solitárias, mas também em noites acompanhado, viagem, carros, computadores, emoções e também na razão e principalmente na feiura da cor cinza



Image designed by Bruno Sick

Bachelor

Im Wasser liegen

Words aren't enough, but we were better off quite anyway.

23h33

je ne peux pas parle
je ne peux pas pensé

je ne pense pas                            
je ne pense pas

je suis perdu
une fois, j'ai été unique
une fois, j'ai été doué
je ne sais pas qui je suis
la vie en bordeaux

Nada, ela não pensa em nada enquanto seus pés deslizam pela calçada.
No peito bate um coração quase sem vontade, o nó é no estomago.
Há muito o desejo se confundiu com a vontade de não ser.
Seus pés se movem sem muita vontade enquanto sua mente não pensa em nada a não ser na falta de gosto, na ausência de gozo.
Se apenas ela pudesse pensar, se apenas ela pudesse lembrar.
A memória virou uma ilusão.
Ela não pensa mais,
ela não lembra mais.


Lyrics: Carol Ferraciolli and Loopix

Augustine (feat Eduardo Coltre-Ferraciolli)

There's a psychosomatic pain
poking inside my brain
Things are not the same
since you have left
I'm not alone, not contrite
not threatened by blight
But in my stomach I can feel a bunch of spinning butterflies everytime I see you around.
The minute I put my eyes your condo in the morning I saw there is no reason to miss all those things.
There's something inside my head
something about all those dreams

Everything was so shallow
And was naive to believe otherwise
You've painted the world in yellow
and suddenly I went colorblind

...and the self destructing
and the self loathing
and the consequences...

Shallow

Oceans are not enough to keep us apart
All with the same blood, beating with only one heart

Not Enough

Sex increases your quality of life
Sex prevents heart attack
Quality sex makes you live longer 
Sex activity releases endorphins, and increases your pain threshold!
Sex...
oh mighty sex...
The best thing to do to have better sex is to have as much sex as you can. If you can get some daily it's even better.
But if you are alone, and have no one to get laid with, remmember, you can always get down to business yourself.
If you don't feel like been alone, well... then call ME.

Her red lipstick in my light-brown mustache
Her cinamon tasted tongue in a dash
She undoes her bra and bite my lips
on the stereo She Wants Revenge
her lust rising with violence

There deep inside you know
it's not only fooling around
when you are down at her
what do you think about?

Sexual Thought

What do you expect me to say, you have already told me how to say
How do you expect me to sing, you have already chopped off my wings

We were born in the wrong place
in the wrong time
learned the worng tunes
played the wrong songs
But we don't care.

We don't care

Why have I got this awesome mind capable of picturing the most beautifulest things, the most flawless beings. This freaked out imagination that goes back and forth time and space showing me what could've, should've would've been.

Why, if hte reality is a fucked up, a cruel, screwed, unimaginative, claustrophobic, a disturbing, unfair, predictable, unpredictable, castrating, redundant, an unfuckingbearable, the painfullest, bizarre, depressive, judgemental, uncaring, dishonest, disgusting, foolish, shallow, inconsistent, nasty, naughty, perverted, ruthless, silly, vulgar, vicious, wicked...

But why, tell me why, give me one good reason and I'll shut up.

It's pointless.



Transcendental Mind Fuck

Balthazar voa no ar
Não sabe onde vai pousar
Mas sabe que não vão lhe buscar

Desde moço que ele sai
ninguém sente quado vai
todos que ele escolher
crer escolhem sempre lhe esquecer

Não, não culpa a ninguém
ele sabe muito bem
que se ninguém lhe escolheu
o problema é só seu

Sua inata condição
um nome de demonio em suas mãos
que é pra ele não esquecer
 pra onde vai quando morrer

Balthazar

Explosões eletrônicas psicodélicas de uma mente cujas arestas necessitam ser aparadas de tempos em tempos.
O casamento de Mr. Kite e Miss Kate foi o que realmente consolidou o projeto. O seu sagrado matrimonio feito de cabos USB, teclas, botões e cabos de alimentação de energia foi a base para a petulante intromissão sináptica e emocional, em sua forma mais humana, de Rick Lupe e a formação do Loopix.
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Electronic-psychedelic bursts from a mind in occasional need of edging itself away.
The project was born out of the marriage between Mr. Kite and Ms. Kate. Their holy matrimony of keys, knobs, USB ports and energy couplings was the foundation for the petulant synaptic and emotional intermission, in its most human fashion, of Rick Lupe - and the formation of Projeto Loopix


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