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In My Head
03:58
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In my head
Each second is longer
And everyone hungers for death
In my head
The slaves turn to masters
And natural disasters are fair
In my head
There’s little compassion
And random aggression is bold
In my head
Each day is a battle
We follow like cattle our self-written laws
In my head there’s a lot to be said and done
A lot more to overcome
It’s just how it is
In my head there’s not much more we can do
But sitting ‘round watching the news
In my head
Some people are monsters
And everyone clusters to watch utter shame
In my head
There’s anger and treason
For no other reason than sharing our pain
In my head
We don’t even bother
about what happens to others
as long as we’re not in it
In my head
We get into trouble
To run from our boredom
as if it would work
In my head there’s a lot to be said and done
A lot more to overcome
It’s just how it is
In my head there’s not much more we can do
But sitting ‘round watching the news
In my head
There’s lack of decisions
Just static opinions of what could have been
In my head
We don’t have a clue
Of what we say and we do
but we pretend like we do
In my head there’s a lot to be said and done
A lot more to overcome
It’s just how it is
In my head there’s not much more we can do
But sitting ‘round watching the news
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2. |
Poetry For The Moon
03:10
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All the lonely people whisper poetry for the moon
Drowning all our apathy with prophecies of doom
The trail is nearly over and the road is getting thin
Murmurs of the vultures in the silence of their spin
Moments of delusion on a melancholic haze
Shovelling our ashes to the sound of love and rage
Ritalin and valium are melting in your mouth
Questioning is everything but what it’s all about
Vultures hanging over as the sun eats up your eyes
Flying over hilltops while darkness fills the skies
Wash your mouth with gasoline and shave with broken glass
Marry me and bury me, I’ll leave in my best dress
Tortured by the vulture with patience in his eyes
Silent praying demons with your ashes in their minds
Running out of tears while the clouds block the sun
And all the lonely people whisper poetry for the moon
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3. |
Equal Error
03:07
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4. |
Monday Morning Lullaby
04:12
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We used to care and to bother
We used to dream of one another
Until the break of dawn
We used to go to places
We used to make silly faces
And everything was fun
We used to drink together
We used to walk wherever
Beneath the setting sun
We used to talk for hours
We used to catch some flowers
We used to be alone
Now I sleep, I don’t dream
We used to make silly questions
We used to take no suggestions
For things that we should do
We used to sing by the moonlight
We used to hold our hands tight
Every afternoon
We used to tell our stories
We used to share our worries
And everything was good
We used to... we used to...
We used to do what we used to do
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5. |
Frontline
03:41
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I'll never get to know
the price to pay the folks who never charge
I'll never get to understand
the rolling waves of circumstance
it's nice to see you stumbling
all the words you're mumbling are meaningless
seems to me you're kind of worried
broken and dyslexic, aren't you?
"yeah"
the price you pay for luxury
is emptying your pockets
the cops are after me
I'll meet you at the fountain
take the shots for me
and I'll meet you in the frontline
if you take these shots for me
I'll meet you in the frontline
so please
be in the frontline with me
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6. |
Hole In The Ground
05:41
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Put on your overcoat and dance
To the sour song of shallow circumstance
Rewrite your system of beliefs
And don’t deny a dying man’s last wish
It’s a long way down from the ageing of your youth
You start to fall as soon as you reach the roof
The pages of your own destiny
Start to fall as you open the book
The pages of your own destiny
It’s a long way down from the cradle to a beeping machine
And then a hole in the ground
Put on your overcoat and sing
The shallow song of your own disbelief
Redefine the echoes on your cave
Put some flowers in your brother’s grave
It’s a long way down from the cutting of the umbilical cord
You start to cry as soon as you face the world
You start to cry as soon as you’re complete
You try to overrun your pace with your own feet
Soon as you feel incomplete
Then you turn your head and hit the ground
It’s really a simple world when you come down to it
And it’s just your self esteem throwing out your nicest dream
Be a part of your fantasies
Wake up to your own infinity and rise up
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7. |
North Wind
02:57
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Taken by surprise by the anguish in my eyes
And the anger in my soul numbing me away from you
If you pay the price of the tears in the eyes
Waving silently goodbye to the blowing winds of north
Any day now
Empty days will fade into my soul
Sympathy is nice if we haven't paid the price
of integrity and wideness of disappearing thoughts
And if we pay the price in a gentle lullaby
You'll see anguish in the eyes of the ones you thought you loved
Any day now
Empty days will fade into my soul
Taken by the hand with a scar left on my chin
and a tombstone on top of my bed beside the lamp
Sunset in the haze and a melancholic gaze
upon everything that used to be not being anymore
Any day now
Empty days will fade into my soul
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8. |
Bending Down My Spine
03:18
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The words have come between us
but not a word was heard between us
bending down my spine
the reasoning of silence
and the sympathy of violence
bending down my spine
so far you haven't noticed
how words can be corrosive
whispered in your ears
the silent lack of patience
and the barking dogs of vengeance
whispering in your ear
the reasoning belt and buddy baseball bat
when the prophecy was spoken
the laws of men were broken
bending down our spines
reduce it all to nothing
the laws of men were something
created through bad times
the words have come between us
to build a wall between us
so we can break our spines
if prophecies are broken, remember
no words have been spoken
feel free to cross the line
and meet the reasoning belt and buddy baseball bat
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9. |
Tailfly
03:16
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Tailfly where are you?
Where am I?
No way out of here
Out of the blue sky
Tailfly is it true
that you flew out of the blue sky?
No way out of there
Out of the sunshine
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10. |
Rags To Riches To Rags
04:18
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Been this way for too long
Things might have to change
You don't look the same
It all looks the same to me
Circling around forever
Never getting anywhere
If things don't change
It happens all over again
Been from riches to rags
Rags to riches to rags again
Been this way forever
Things will never change
Nothing to lose
And tired of singing the blues
Armed with guns and ammo
Firing out of command
It all feels the same
And it starts all over again
Been from riches to rags
rags to riches to rags again
it goes round and round...
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11. |
Paradise Shelters
02:52
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Words come stranded with ocean-size thoughts
Lost between all the small things
And words flow gently like whispering thoughts
Lost in a muted empire
Words come slowly like wrecks of a ship
Lost in the flow of the ocean
And words sound as poor people singing the blues
Gone from the realm of their poverty
Throw a coin on the floor
Though they’ll never make it
It eases the void in our conscience
And breathe your apathy
Paradise shelters
Home of the free and the patient
And words cloud shuffled and randomized thoughts
Gone into our dementia state
Then we shape it with logical forms
As if they had meaning
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Daniel Catarino Porto, Portugal
Daniel Catarino é um cantautor alentejano residente no Porto. Em canções que fundem a música de raiz e o rock, aborda os paradoxos da humanidade entre a frieza analítica e o calor poético.
Ao vivo, apresenta-se em trio.
Daniel Catarino recommends:
Os Uaninauei são Daniel Catarino, José Lopes, Alexandre Tavares, João Palma e Yoann Crochet. "Menina Vitória" é o EP que antecede a edição do 2º disco da banda, "Dona Vitória".
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