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Green Tea Tiramisù
02:29
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I may look out of control. It's only the consequence of my super-sized sweetened coffee, candy bars and a Casio to buy. I'll relocate, I'll relocate and see what's out there. It's not about hype, not about money, it's all about ideas. One more tiny blank page. It's only the consequence of my super-sized memoranda, candy bars and a Casio to play. I'll be OK, I'll be OK and see what's out there. It's not about hype, not about money, it's all about ideas. When I've been talking for way too long and I need to make an exit from the strenuous conversation I raise my hand and I fly away. When, I've been talking to all of you and I need for approval for my peculiar observations I raise my hand...if you'll excuse me. I'm not waiting for anyone and after all it's OK. I will not have to waste all day to explain to you that I'm not snoring. That is just the need to sing in my sleep. I'm not waiting for anyone and after all it's OK.
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Peacock
03:39
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Mow the lawn in rainy May. Trim the edge, be straight. Let me be your househusband. What do I need an aftershave? I’m the King of alfa-hay, you’re the Queen of spades. Fly me to the peacock heaven, there I will show you my blue train. Young feathers all around, my beak is sharp. Ever since I was a pup, I’ve dreamt about my first “Uh!”. I’m the King of alfa-hay, you’re the Queen of spades. Let’s play hearts with no cards. Mow the lawn in rainy May. Trim the edge, be straight. Let me be your househusband. What do I need an aftershave? Young feathers all around, my beak is sharp. Ever since I was a pup, I’ve dreamt about my first “Uh!”. I thought I was nonpareil but then I’ve read that “It’s not a race at all”. It’s not at all. Young feathers all around, my beak is sharp. Ever since I was a pup, I’ve dreamt about my first “Uh!”.
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...heading to your mouth. I read from your eyebrows something terrible is heading to your mouth. Do you know that old story of an elephant who got scared by a mouse? Goodbye. It’s been so tough I thought my heart would ossify. My lungs collapsed; my mind went back to ’99. I booked a weekend in Amsterdam just to feed on your Instagram. I’ve put my love on a diagram. Can’t you see it’s a hole-in-one? I told you the Sun was rising so I could watch your primordial smiley. But it was midnight. I waxed our good old Granada. Fuel is enough to drive me to the Moon. It’s been so tough I thought my heart would ossify. Love on diagram...it’s knocking me out.
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Mangio il tempo a testa in giù, assomiglio al letto. Dio, vorrei stasera avverare i sogni miei. L'uscio è quasi aperto, guardo mentre in bagno bevi collutorio blu. Canti a mezza voce al gatto e la lettiera. Balli fra gli accappatoi: come fai leggera a fare quelle pose? Io non so cosa darei. Mina in gonna corta canta "Baby gate". Sabato ti ruberò lungo il lungomare per andare dove vuoi. Sento ancora i passi tuoi. Chiacchiere da sera prima di dormire, sembrerebbe un déjà-vu. Dove vanno gli orchi con la luce accesa? Mangio il tempo a testa in giù, assomiglio a letto. Parlo alla tua schiena e credo sia una buona idea: stringi questo bacio. Amen e che così sia. Fianchi di seta un poggiamano, il culo che ho frugato. Con questa luce sai se è tardi, o presto? Beviamo l'ultimo pasticcio, un altro lo farei. Con quella sete avrei finito il mare.
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It's so Cool
02:30
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It's so cool when I lose all trace of you. When I save the best for last, when we're friends with no more fetters. It's so cool when it's been ages since the last melodic line. What a crime! Hey, look at your faces. It's so cool if this room is stinking. When the tape starts swishing. Why do we not all overdub problems? It's so cool when you're so gracious. It's an unbalanced give-and-take. What a crime! Hey, look at my distress. It's so cool, I woke up without him. It's a pleasant feeling, I do not think I've ever felt better. It's so rude, I've just hit a racist. It's a pleasant sleepy night. What a crime! Hey, look at your faces.
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9-5er
04:01
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Ordinary job, ordinary annual income. Ordinary floss, ordinary oral care. Haircut like an ordinary man. Sunday like a worn-out boxing glove. Cut-and-dried philosophy. Tacoma magnet on the fridge. A season ticket for the gym: “Oh, can I charge my battery?”. Small talks in the coffee break: I've never seen a deeper blue. Put on a list another dream (9-5, 9-5!): “I saw a flamingo on my way back home, we were both alone”. Cut-and-dried philosophy. Miami magnet on the fridge. A season ticket for the gym: “Oh, can I charge my battery?”. Small talks in the coffee break: who cares about my cockatoo? I'm tied in from 9 to 5 (9-5, 9-5!). Ordinary job, ordinary annual income. Ordinary floss, ordinary oral care. Haircut like an ordinary man. Sunday like a worn-out boxing glove. Haircut like an ordinary man, Sunday like a solitary love. I saw a flamingo on my way back home, we were both alone. I can't stop checking my phone. I saw a flamingo on my way back home, we were both alone. I'm just trying to be cool. Cut-and-dried philosophy, the latest bill is on the fridge. A season ticket for the gym: “Oh, can I charge my battery?”. Small talks in the coffee break: I've never seen a deeper blue. Registering another dream (9-5, 9-5!). Ordinary job, ordinary annual income. Ordinary floss, ordinary oral care. Ordinary job, ordinary annual income. Ordinary floss, ordinary oral care. Haircut like an ordinary man, Sunday like a worn-outboxing glove. Ordinary job, ordinary annual income. Ordinary floss, ordinary oral care. Ordinary job, ordinary annual income. Ordinary floss, ordinary oral care. Haircut like an ordinary man, Sunday like a worn-out boxing glove. Haircut like an ordinary man, Sunday like a solitary man.
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I'll stay awake all night; you should come over here. I'll let you out, I'll let you in. Maiden, you look so annoyed. Oh, you should come over, my tiny satellite. It's a cloudy day in San Francisco. I'll go for a walk orbiting around you like Callisto, your tiny satellite. Sea lions dancing bachata down in Lombard Street. Is that a smile at the edge of your mouth, or what? Look at the clouds, there's a dog with three legs and one eye. I'll be waiting here for the Sun. I think it's just a matter of time just here, up here, for the sunshine. We'll stay awake all night; we should remain silent now. There is no rush my deadly sin. Maybe I hate turning points. Oh, our night's not over, my tiny satellite. It's a cloudy day in San Francisco. I'll go for a walk orbiting around you like Callisto, your tiny satellite. Sea lions dancing bachata down in Lexington. Is that a smile at the edge of your mouth, or what? Look at the clouds, there's a dog with three legs and one eye. I'll be waiting here for the Sun. I'll be waiting here for the sunshine.
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Mommy
03:09
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Please, if they want let them go, you will not get bored. Stay close to the shore! I think it would be better. Take a nap! Brush your teeth! Cut it equally! Do it rarely! I think it would be better. If you look over the sea you will see yourself from behind. Remember, be ambitious and see. Beauty will come, love is baseless. The secret of the game is... ...oops, it’s time for you to make a move. If it’s not your place, go! Three notes is a chord! Skate with your new board! I think it would be better. People think their own shit but do not ask at night Children never cry. I think it would be better. I think you would feel better. I think it would be better. If you look over the sea you will see yourself from behind. Remember, be ambitious and see. Beauty will come, love is baseless. The secret of the game is... ...oops, it’s time for you to make a move. If you look over the sea you will see yourself from behind. Remember, be ambitious and see. Beauty will come, love is leafless. The secret of the game is... ...oops, it’s time for you to make a... I’ve put my kiddies in a vase and some H2O. Now there is a lovely bud, it’s a funny shape.
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FAQ
03:07
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Many’ve got some issues with the presence. If I had known that she was a ghost, well I would have said ciao! Yes, I would have said ciao! She told me not to lie and to be patient, it was like waiting for Santa to come. Do you know what the gift was? DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE GIFT WAS? Staring at the ceiling she was absent. “Do you know how bad I feel in this place?” Do you know how it turned out? DO YOU KNOW HOW IT TURNED OUT? Many’ve got some issues with the presence. If I had known that she was a ghost I would have checked the FAQ and now I’d be wearing a sheet on my head. Let’s meet for breakfast if you’re not queasy. Lead me to that old place we both know. I’m walking on my tiptoes, it’s not that easy. Please, don’t go back to your phenomenal past. Once and for all I want you to know it is the show I hate the most. My awkwardness and my faultiness. What have we done? What could we have done? I ate my nails to the bones and now I’m still looking for a ghost disguise. Your au revoirs seem so elegant, your adios seems so noisy and noisy and noisy and noisy and noisy AND NOISY!
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Their Awesome Mixtape
04:17
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Who knows what goes on in our head when we go onstage, when we take our first steps? Yeah, we do it on purpose. Can we be stressed out like this? Who knows what goes on in our head when we find out that the Simpsons are for sure more educational than all the relatives we have known? The time’s ripe to stop doing things I do not wanna do. The time’s ripe to fall in love with thoughts I forcefully ignored. Hidden lives want to go out and run. Escapology. Hidden lives want to go out and run. For every balloon that flies overhead there is a kid crying somewhere. I don’t know what he understood. Can he be stressed out like this? Who knows what goes on in our head when we go onstage, when we take our first steps? Yeah, we do it on purpose. Can we be stressed out like this? The time’s ripe to stop doing things I do not wanna do. The time’s ripe to fall in love with thoughts I forcefully ignored. Hidden lives want to go out and run. Escapology. Hidden lives want to go out and run just like Houdini in handcuffs. Do you really think it is unfair? I’m kinda like who thinks that at midnight on December 31st the bad things will be deleted from the list.
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We Were Never Being Boring Collective Italy
We want music to never turn into something boring for us. It would mean that we have become boring. Because music does not die with mp3′s or copyright: boredom is what brings it down, when it becomes a habit. All we need is a small do-it-yourself collective, as tiny as a simple smile. ... more
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