Swells

by Burlesque Beat

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'Swells' EP by Burlesque Beat
Burlesque Beat is:
Iván de Nevares (v-gr)
J (b)
Cous Cous (dr)

'Swells' was recorded in
Estudio 'El Árbol' and Luigi Sabitacione Records
Mixed by Luis Maria Cabezas
Produced by Luis Maria Cabezas and J.

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released 15 February 2013

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Track Name: Sinking
the girl with the twisted eyes
has left me behind
and i rest in relief

as mine eyes in desperation
to catch her atenttion
go wander about

her father called me home that morning
not knowing it was not me
in that awful while

dont you know your head cant save you?
neither can your sense of style
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks

wishing for a mist to cver
the view from the guilt corridor
in which i get often stranded

forget every evening full of wine
forget any thoughts once ours
please, dont close your heart

dont you know your head cant save you?
neither can your sense of style
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks

they say she dug her own grave
the sun is black these days
they said i dug my own grave
well...
they might be right..

dont you know your head cant save you?
neither can your sense of style
she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks

she walks away sunk in her thoughts
bringing night to the clocks
Track Name: Cannon
oh loving girl, lady emerald
i'm waiting for you at the park
make sure you bring all of your friends
make sure they're ready to play as well

oh loving girl, loving nymphet
im waiting for you
at the school gates
take you to the fair or a cheap hotel

dynamite's blown with those green eyes
win the battle with nonsense
dynamite's blown with those green eyes
win the bottle win nonsense
dont run away...

hide and seek, this time, the next
oh i cant wait to play
i dont know about the next time
im not sure there'll be a next

mother mother, mother, mother
meet my friend
he waits and lays under the bed
he's ready to fire
for he's a well known soldier...he's mine...

after you... , after you...
we stopped playing as the eyes became one with dynamite
say goodbye, laugh and say goodbye,
cry and say good...fuck and say goodbye
for im locked up
Track Name: Dead Crops
dont play the fool, the rain's not coming
moves and moves and words which only the wind hears
you can paint your face
yes, you can run away but you cannot change what's meant without your feet on the street
they'll learn and find despair
and with such confidence they'll fall of the stairs and wait
the masses will sit and wait, perhaps light a candle or look at the skies with such hope

the crops are dead
the gods arent fed
and they're all just men
and all they got is a pen
and most times not even brains..

the insight's not near
the bells are here.

the crops are dead
the gods arent fed
and they're all just men
and all they got is a pen
and most times not even brains..
Track Name: The Horror
marching in line with pictures of their mothers in hand
abruptly forgotten, war doesn't own any morals
they follow an only desire
but anyway, virility is not lost

a victim swimming in pulp
cries and screams
as his heart leaves him

they forget every cause lost
clapping as their eyes throw sparks,
cheating their minds
pass their filth to the boy on bended knee

a victim swimming in pulp
cries and screams
and runs away...and drowns...