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The invisible hand of the market
When this game get over
We can finally have
a safe place to try start again
I know this world has changed
It no longer will be the same
those who lost their roof now it may see the stars
and the mountains will be there forever
and the ocean will be also there
but you gonna die some day, so try stay nice until then
but you gonna die some day, so give your better
...and your money doesn’t matter
did you see how the gears are rusty
they tried to make you belive that it needs to be moved
We know this evil machine is no longer working
...and the birds will sing on the tune - again
...and the plastic age will be overcome
the invisible hand of the market will be playing tambourine
the invisible hand of the market will be playing tambourine
...and your money doesn’t matter
did you see how the gears are rusty
they try to make you belive that it needs to be moved
We know this evil machine is not working anymore
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Fake freedom as a placebo
Fake freedom as a placebo
you remind me where I can not go anymore
Fake freedom as a placebo
don’t tell me that I can not to get the streets
I gave up all my disturbs
I gave up about my long walking down
around this sunny city
I gave up all my obsessions of my deepliest thinking.
I gave up about every cause which you believe
Cuz the idiots are taking over again and again
Cuz the suckers are taking over again and again
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El Silencio De La Ciudad
03:53
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El silencio de la ciudad
CAPO 6 casa
Em
me gusta el silencio de la ciudad
Am. D. G. Em
me gusta la obviedad de los corazones
Am Em
congelados , desnudos.
G Em AM. G Em
como la sonrisa de un pajaro, inexistente y imposible
Am G Am
todas las canciones están muertas 3X
Em G F Em
Justo hoy yo había decidido vivir
Am
Un poco más
G. F Em Em. Em
Para decir las últimas palabras guardadas
Am G Am
todas las canciones están muertas 3X
whenever i can
i run away from winter.
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Ayer Por La Tarde
02:48
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Ayer por la tarde
Ayer por la tarde no funcionó
Soplaba un viento frío e intentamos vino
Hablamos de Jimi Joe y velvet underground
y de los libros que no has leído hasta el final
Yo dije que no vale la pena esperar una señal
que nos diga que regresar a la tierra es lógico
después de tantas birras que
tomamos toda la tarde
ahora es demasiado tarde
para volver
yo se
Ayer por la tarde no funcionó
¿Dónde está la razón?
quien la tiene?
la verdad en sus manos
yo no, yo no
como vas a despertar
mañana no lo se
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He’d burn you if he could
I disagree wasting time in dreams
if I’m going to wake up the next morning anyway
it’s lot more pleasant
seeing the sunset beside you
But you don’t need to clap your hands away
The sunset is not doing this for you - no, no, no
The Sunset doesn’t even care about you
He’d burn you if he could
cariño, yo me siento
un mendigo buceando
en un mar de desinformación
Trato de nadar a una isla
más segura, esquivar
a los tiburones.
los tiburones llevan trajes y corbatas
los tiburones llevan faldas de sirena
Te morderían si pudieran
Eu vou morrendo pouco a pouco,
minutos e segundos passam a mim
como uma canção
Me desafina o peito
em uma disritmia louca
descompasso, desconsertarão
Mar o coração não escolhe para quem bate não, não, não
E você não escolhe a hora em que ele para
Ele pararia, com seu beijo
Pararia com seu beijo
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Three Coffees in a Row
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3 coffees in a row
3 coffees in a row
3 chords in my new song
3 chances for me to say that maybe I like you so
Since our threeway
me you and Leonard Cohen.
That was the sixties...
I was the sextiest beast
and you the queen of Greece
now I have to comeback to Barcelona
working hard as a hammer to pay my bils
2020 the flu got us emotionally
I have to drink more coffee to be awake
3 coffees in a row
3 chords in my new song
3 days waiting to see you face again
Since that night
Me, you at that stinky bar
That was a full moon night
We were full of beer
You pretending not to want me
Now it’s not the right time to fallen in love
But who am I to fight against this weakness
2020 the flu got us emotionally
I have to drink more coffee to get smarter
7 coffees in a row
19 coffees in a row
35 coffees in a row
100 coffees in a row
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Tus Pies En Este Pueblo
03:28
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Tus pies en este pueblo
amigo cuando toques
tus pies en este pueblo,
házmelo saber.
Te recogeré en la
estación de tren
Una nueva historia para contarle
realidad aumentada
a cualquiera que la quiera escuchar.
Una vieja botella de whisky
Olvidada y triste
Que no podía esperar para hacernos felices otra vez
tus pies
en este pueblo
Una cicatriz y un recuerdo.
un tatuaje gracioso
que el tiempo se encargó de desvanecer
Una vieja botella de whisky
Olvidada y triste
Que no podía esperar para hacernos felices otra vez
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Carta a João Gilberto
03:18
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Carta a João Gilberto
Chega de lembranças
Chega de saudades
Chega de visitas surpresas
já não tenho mais idade
Relendo nossas vidas
Tributo ao acaso
Faz do cotidiano chulo
uma homenagem ao descaso
Chega de conceitos
Razões a existência
Basta de tais regras
que já não tenho tanta paciência
Revendo nossas vidas
Tributo a cantores mortos
Faz de casualidades
combustível pra destinos tortos
Não tem mais valor algum
Não tem nada de comum entre nós
Você gosta de coisas tão lineares
E eu gosto de imagens distorcidas
E eu gosto de você
Estou de pleno acordo com a vazão da liberdade
que tu destes pra tua vida
E eu gosto de imagens distorcidas
E eu gosto de você
Que não destoam com os tons
que completam um quadro
que foi pintado nossa história
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Cold Inside
02:58
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Watching this world melting away
I see you coming slowly
You gonna bump into the wall
I don’t see nothing better than this for today
we are all stuck in our own defeats I know
maybe we can try to get one other way
I have seen everything from a pessimistic point of view.
but this time I have to say
nothing else matters but your burning eyes
watching this world melting away
and by the end of the day
we gonna explode
watch the news and get much worse
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Gustavo Kaly Barcelona, Spain
Gustavo Kaly is a spirit of his time, with a contemporaneity that brings decades of underground culture and daring art,
driven by a troubled heart and a restless soul.
A Brazilian resident in the sunny city of Barcelona, the folk punk returns with a solo collection, spreading his music around the Old Continent.
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Gustavo Kaly recommends:
Boliviano (7")
by Os Últimos Românticos da Rua Augusta
Conheça também Os últimos românticos da Rua Augusta.
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Honestidade Não Enche a Barriga
by Stuart
Conheça também a banda Stuart
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featured on Bandcamp Radio May 9, 2023
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Dreamy psychedelia from Brazil, all sinewy guitar lines, distorted vocals, pillowy feedback, and spirited flutes.
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A Stranger That You Met Before
by A Day Without Love
A love letter to the DIY music scene.
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featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 28, 2020
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