Letra:

Funny on Pink, Funions on Floyd
Gaming and sleeping on my couch
My basement smelling like me:
Sweat and cheap cigarettes

Birthday suit every single day
Eating and sniffing every pain
That world is full of black
That word is full of mad

Fuck! I'll never make it
Suck! I'll never beat it
I love the way I live
I'll never quit my drums!

"Get a job!", my old man says
"Get a pussy!", that's my finger
They think I'm a scoundrel
But well... I am

Fuck! I'll never make it
Suck! I'll never beat it
I love the way I live
I'll never quit my drums!

Basement

Letra:

Light up a cigarette
You just need that
Shivering but’s not fear
Sit down and have a beer

Bottles cracking in the ground
It’s nothing but a great sound
The moon kicked out the sun
Get up and we’ll have fun

I know this place sucks but I don’t care, fuck it
This room is the pub and we are the junkies
Tonight we just don’t need money
We just need nothing but our drunk buddies

Down the street, you won’t believe
A giant hole where people get sick
We built a bridge, we cross the limits
We challenge the laws of the fucking physics

Can’t take my eyes off the sky
And it’s falling star by star
Explosions melting my eyes
Monkeys singing in the bright lights

I know this place sucks but I don’t care, fuck it
This room is the pub and we are the junkies
Tonight we just don’t need money
We just need nothing but our drunk buddies

This Room Is The Pub And We Are The Junkies

A música triste da Pub Junkie baseada numa simples lenda. 

"Sleep tight", they said
For their little girl
"How she died?", they asked
She was a troubled pearl

Didn’t meet her twenty friends
Doesn’t know when life begins
Will never drink a good beer
Only knew the taste of a tear

A voice screamed on creepy dreams
Dear God, what the fuck it means
There is no hope
There’s a fucking rope

On the radio, listening to your dead idols
In your hands, some pills to silence the pain
She’s only sixteen
No nightmare to sing

Now you’ll sleep forever, Christine

Sweet Christine

You get in with this frown
And I just don't know how
We can always get out of here
Smiling like feeling free

Hey, what are you waiting for?
How many fucktards can you ignore?
You should be proud of your fame
You shouldn't be the fucking same

Life is a whore you said
Life is unfair I said
But things can't go with the wind
As the sound guitar string

Every street I go by
Every bar I get high
I stare at the same things
Showing the shit it brings

Whore | Aldeia Session

Hey what you do here?
Here is not for you
Hey dude you can't see
This place is not for truth

This is my mind
You're not in my head
You don't have self pride
We don't even met

Get out! You can't just being here
Get out You don't have to be there

How can I explain
You're an illusion
Oh I'll say, I'll say
You're an illusion

Now that you ever seem
You're in my mind station
I think you can hear
But you were ever mentioned

Get out! You can't just being here
Get out You don't have to be there

Dude | Aldeia Session

Good evening lost and found
We'll show you some freedom
And fun to y'all jump and dye
Forget your own land of cry
Now, here, tonight, come! (2x)

Cereal on cup, many cup sizes
No need to count the A's, B's, see
Different normal people flicking souls
A amount of puppets, tokens and dolls
You can be what you don't, won't be (2x)

Oh the night doesn't end the the end
It keeps floating on your head
Need to listen to the fucking bend
Or I shall declare you dead!

Look how luck, struggle the clock
Got some protection to fuck?
Duck, speak your mind in a post?
Long story short, jump and fuck!
Now, here, tonight, come! (2x)

Oh the night doesn't end the the end
It keeps floating on your head
Need to listen to the fucking bend
Or I shall declare you dead!

About A Long Pause | Aldeia Session

Banda de rock alternativo de Petrópolis - RJ.

Pub Junkie

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