Rock at the Fair (feat. J. sol)

Home is the place where we live.
Home is the place where you learn to forgive.
Home's where you build up your fire.
Home is the place where you crawl up inside her.
Down in the night.
It'll be right.
In the morning.

Home is the place you belong.
Home is a place where you can't stay for long.
Home is the time at your side.
Home is the place where you play out the ride.
Dark is the night.
But it's all alright.
In the morning.

Give me some time.
Get my ducks in a line.
Though we're all short of time.
Take me home.
Faded or not
I'll be taking my shot.
Trying to stop this rot.
Take me home.

Home places logs by the fire.
Home is a place where you're joined up with wire.
Home is a light in the dawn.
Home is the piled dirty clothes you have worn.
Meanwhile, there's the night.
Turn off the light.
To them all.

Give me a throw.
Get my ducks in a row.
We'll be watching them go.
Take me home.
I'm fading away.
But won't sink into grey.
It'll all be okay.
Take me home.

Give me some time.
Get my ducks in a line.
Though we're all short of time.
Take me home.
Now faded or not
I'll be taking my shot.
Trying to stop this rot.
Take me home. 

They said that we'd never make it.
What do they know?
Girl, we never made it.
Lost in the night.
Worked out alright.
Now, will you please take me home. 


Home

Gates Of The Galaxy

Dyson Sphere

Para escuchar la versión a capela  https://soundcloud.com/juan-fco-bueno/nadie-es-perfecto-ac
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Nadie es perfecto

Eran las cuatro de la mañana                                     
cuando medio en sueños algo oyó
en silencio fue a la ventana
y en la calle a nadie encontró.

Pero en la puerta vio a su hermano
con toda la angustia a flor de piel
le anunció con pena y desgarro
“madre muere y te quiere ver”.

En un momento duda qué hacer
pero enseguida se decide
pues piensa que si hoy existe
es gracias a quien va a fallecer.

Piensa también que son treinta años
desde la última vez que la vio
pues cuando sólo era un muchacho
las herencias ya los separó.	

Cuando se acerca hacia su casa
se detiene y mira hacia atrás
no se cree aún lo que pasa
viendo años de felicidad.

En lo más hondo de sus entrañas
siente rabia y ganas de llorar
y algo en su interior que le arrastra
casi en contra de su voluntad.

Cuando  penetra en la habitación
busca su cara en el lecho
y con la emoción en su pecho
le dice “hola, madre, soy yo”

Cuando la ve coger su mano
esforzándose por sonreír
siente que todo está acabando
pero se alegra al verla feliz.

Al ver su rostro moribundo
que lucha en un mar de sollozos
desprecia esta bárbaro mundo
de envidias, rencores y odios.

“Tranquilo hijo: nadie, nadie es perfecto
y todos nos equivocamos”
es la última voz de sus labios
quedándose mirando al cielo.

Nobody is perfect

It was four in the morning
when half in a dream he heard something
in silence he went to the window
and on the street he found no one.

But at the door he saw his brother
with all his anguish on the surface
he announced to him with pain and heartbreak
"mother dies and wants to see you."

For a moment he doubts what to do
but immediately makes up his mind
because he thinks that if she exists today
it is thanks to the one who is going to die.

He also thinks that it has been thirty years
since the last time he saw her
because when he was only a boy
the inheritances had already separated them.

When he approaches his house
he stops and looks back
he still can't believe what is happening
seeing years of happiness.

Deep inside him
he feels rage and wants to cry
and something inside him that drags him
almost against his will.

When he enters the room
he looks for her face in the bed
and with emotion in his chest
he says to her “hello, mother, it's me”

When he sees her take his hand
trying to smile
he feels that everything is ending
but he is happy to see her happy.

When he sees her dying face
struggling in a sea of ​​sobs
he despises this barbaric world
of envy, resentment and hatred.

“Calm down, son: nobody, nobody is perfect
and we all make mistakes”
is the last voice from his lips
as he stares at the sky.

Nadie es perfecto

Why is that tree grow up slowly?
It makes me sick. A bit angry.
What have I done of this Sunday?
Nothing real good came out of me

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

I was buried a whole day long
Digging tunnels using my tongue
What have I done of this Sunday?
Nothing real good came out of me

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

I am stuck in this state of mind
I was in there that past July
Why is that tree grow up slowly?
It makes me sick. A bit angry.

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

I am so sick of all this filth
A rash on my flesh with roots so deep
This willow tree obsesses me
I must go out 

The ants are growing inside my brain
The wasp is bumping on my stomach
Clouds everywhere over my head
I must go out and reach the sun

That Past July

A 90s new man called Stan - The kRAZY WORLd of Frank copy

Stare/No Underwear

Joan of Arc

The Wreckoning

believe

The Lying Ape

I'm the ape who builds guitars
And makes kings sing on burning stars
I put atlas on a unicycle
And gave your lass a glass rifle

Men made a monument for man
And a mother's mouth went mute for months
Sister's smile sunk like sand
And shown the shallowness she shunned

Honesty wont sell in a free country
But a lie might get you far
So I grew the fakest tree
And the door I turned it into I left ajar

What's the devil gonna take from me?
I never had a soul to sell
Our maker didn't make us free
What's the devil gonna sell to me?
My soul is only bought for free
At least our maker didn't make us trees

I'm the ape in charge of banks
I make man starve for money's sake
The laws I wrote are mine to break
But this lie of mine makes me feel fake

Honesty might sell in a free country
But a lie will make you a star
So we all bought polyvinyl trees
And left no door ajar

What's the devil gonna take from us?
We never had a soul to sell
Our maker didn't make us free
What's the devil gonna sell to us?
Our souls are only bought for free
At least our maker didn't make us trees

The Lying Ape

A 90s new man called Stan-Coffee Cup Misery 24bit Master - Stereo Out -

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