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Lopez
02:24
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I ran into Lopez
Had blood on his hands
So I said “Hi” to Lopez
But he went off in his van
You gotta meet Lopez
I ran into Lopez
Had blood on his hands
So I said “Hi” to Lopez
But he went off with his band
You gotta meet Lopez
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2. |
U.Z. of Bekistan
02:14
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It’s so hard to be that kind of superman
When eyes reflect tormented thoughts
It must be easy when you turn around
And make a choice to limit thought
Wish I could find my own Uzbekistan
I’d have a place to call my home
A black hole still part of our broken hearts
Streaming head on like Jimmy Carr
Jed became an Uzbek girl
Had red hair and lotsa curls
Jed became an Uzbek girl
She ran way
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3. |
Beşiktaş
02:02
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Hat trick, someone surround me
Skill moves are shaking my legs
Haircut, shines on the replay
Flags are flying all over the place
Am I here to score?
Yeah, I’m here to score
Last time didn’t go too well
I’m here to be your Lipari Swan
Should I shoot?
Shit I shoot
Fire and flames
Games played, stuck on my jersey
The years that Jesus campaigned
Two-six, wins at the bullfight
Şerefe Siyah Beyaz
It was all too good
Really had some wood
When it all went down
The star and moon hit hard like a bank im wald
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I guess I’m bleeding out, I’m never coming home
There’s nothing wrong with me
And all these feelings I will never control
Is something wrong with me?
I hate you, touch me
This is the moment (blue)
Our song is on the radio
A silent sigh in stereo
A static on the radio
But can you fell the pain though, Jane Doe?
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5. |
Q.P.
01:51
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It’s too late man to kill a friend
And in the end you wouldn’t mind about the end
Let’s just kill time, and let it bleed
Until no blood of your friends, is left to feed
I’m bored, I’m lost, I’ve forgotten
You’re always saying you’re going out with your ex
And these excuses don’t excite me about sex
My guitarist don’t understand
That when I move my arms, I wanna talk to him
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6. |
Wisconsin
02:49
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And everything was wrong, what’s wrong?
And everyone throws stones, hard stones
As I write this song, gold is the answer
Factotum wannabe, a lie
A slime, a rhyme, an attitude
Afraid!
I shine a light on platitudes
Hooray!
Who knows? You know, my telephone
Huawei!
I shine a light on platitudes
Hooray!
I feel the Sting of God, green gaud
A stranger to give love, tough love
Abstracter shake my hand, ghostbuster séance
A magic hearse to fly
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Cock Rock City
Hey listen man,
You dig that show?
The answer is,
That you don’t know
Cock Rock City
Hey listen man,
You dig that song?
The answer is,
That you don’t know
The cover bands are back in town
To keep your favorite clowns alive
Who gives a shit, let’s dick around
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8. |
+1
02:33
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With all the oceans moving fast
It’s hard to think about the trees in your hair
We filibuster our own fates
When it’s too late whoever cares dies
You’re an offender (urine offender)
You’re an offender (you’re in a Fender)
You’re the offence
It was the first but not the last
Before this cold had come to dream us away
And all the songs that are the past
They al come back to teach us that…
You’re an offender (urine offender)
You’re an offender (you’re in a Fender)
You’re the offence
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Van-2-3
02:29
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Look at me! Look at me!
I’m a teenage mockery!
Half braindead and unaware
I’m too tired to even care
Ethics and morality
Counterphase reality
Slave to none but with my share
Of peer and pressure terror scares
Hey Wisdom, where did you go?
Taking heat, grinding teeth
I’m a liar and a cheat
What’d you say ‘bout what is fair?
Keep to yourself don’t compare
Skeptic of reality
Septic immorality
Buffering to buy some time
selling hope’s a hustle crime
Hey Wisdom, where did you go?
Haven’t our lives received enough attention?
We’re sorry, not worried
Who was he? It was me?
Disillusioned rebel queen
Acted tough but lived in fear
Expectations were so near
What’s a real identity?
What is moral sanity?
Where I am, I cannot bear
Anymore of your blank stares
Hey Wisdom…
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10. |
She's in Loath
02:53
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Teasing in her panties on the streets made of gold
Turn the shops on and the people off, something’s wrong
Make up some stories to keep them calm
Nothing can stop you from thinking “She’s alright”
She’s in loath…
She’s in loath!
You smell like plastic burning in the sun
Kept safe and sound in a pile of dirt, you piece of shit
I’m tired of hating what you like, what do you do?
Sitting in a corner with a beer in your hand
So nice to meet you, so nice to say good-bye…
Say good-bye!
Teasing in her panties on the streets made of gold
She’s in loath!
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Sometimes I wonder what it meant to make you cry
Sometimes I wonder “Should I even wonder why?”
And yes, I try
I don’t believe you
I can’t believe you
I won’t believe you till I die
Till I die!
Oh woah ho-ho ho-ho!
Sometimes I wonder, when the tears fill up your eyes
Sometimes I wonder if our love is just a lie
And yes, I try
I don’t believe you
I can’t believe you
I won’t believe you till I die
Till I die!
Of all the things that happened…
Nothing really seemed to change us
Of all the things that happened…
No one really seemed to blame us
So why is it…why?
As you walk by my side,
I feel,
A sudden change of heartbeat
Let’s pass the blame
It’s always been our favorite game to play
And it will until we die
Till we die!
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12. |
Say Good-Bye
04:05
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I’d like to feel everything you do
But nothing’s real and neither are you
There’s something wrong in the back my mind
We’ve gotta run, leave it all behind
And we’ll say “Good-bye” to everyone we know
We’ll say “Good-bye”
This constant role I’m forced to play
Hung from a pole and left to sway
And as the fears begin to grow
We peel the skin right off our bones
And we’ll say “Good-bye” to everyone we know
We’ll say “Good-bye”
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13. |
Thanks for the Flowers
02:26
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Thanks for the flowers friends, they’ll surely have their use
Like feed the maggots, before they start to chew
On my poor body, still dressed in black
Eyes pointed to the sky with a knife stuck in my back
Oh, don’t be sad for me, I went wearing a smile
Oh, don’t be sad for me, I didn’t fail a trial
Oh, don’t be sad for me, idealized denial
Oh, don’t be sad, no don’t be sad
Was there a reason why it ended all so soon?
If I could read or write I’d write a song for you
To find some closure, to feel alright
To see me shining where I don’t believe there’s light
Oh, don’t be sad for me, I went wearing a smile
Oh, don’t be sad for me, I didn’t fail a trial
Oh, don’t be sad for me, idealized denial
Oh, don’t be sad, no don’t be sad
Preserve the memory
Is this an elegy?
Is there a way to see what the hell came after me?
Thanks for the flowers
Thank you, more please!
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Quiet Pig Prato, Italy
Quiet Pig are not called Quiet Pig because of the Irish proverb "It's the quiet pigs that eat the meal", but we are glad
about the happy coincidence! We were thinking of calling the band "Pübes". In the end we think we made the right choice.
Formed in 2007, broke up in 2009, made up in 2012, first EP out in 2014. Yeeesh.
Enough already. Go listen to our stuff. It's free!!!
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