1. |
Back To Black
04:04
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BACK TO BLACK
He left no time to regret
Kept his dick wet
With his same old safe bet
Me and my head high
And my tears dry
Get on without my guy
You went back to what you knew
So far removed
From all that we went through
And I tread a troubled track
My odds are stacked
I'll go back to black
To black
To black
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
To black
To black
I go back to us
I love you much
It's not enough
You love blow and I love puff
And life is like a pipe
And I'm a tiny penny
Rolling up the walls inside
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
Black, black, black
Black, black
I go back to
I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to black
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
We only said goodbye with words
I died a hundred times
You go back to her
And I go back to
To black
To black
To black
To black
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2. |
On The Road Again
03:56
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ON THE ROAD AGAIN
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
Well, I'm so tired of crying
But I'm out on the road again
I'm on the road again
I ain't got no woman
Just to call my special friend
You know the first time I traveled
Out in the rain and snow
In the rain and snow
You know the first time I traveled
Out in the rain and snow
In the rain and snow
I didn't have no payroll
Not even no place to go
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
And my dear mother left me
When I was quite young
When I was quite young
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
Take a hint from me, mama
Please don't you cry no more
Don't you cry no more
'Cause it's soon one morning
Down the road I'm going
But I ain't going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
But I ain't going down
That long old lonesome road
All by myself
I can't carry you, baby
Gonna carry somebody else
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3. |
Zitti E Buoni
03:47
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ZITTI E BUONI
Loro non sanno di che parlo
Voi siete sporchi, fra', di fango
Giallo di siga fra le dita
Io con la siga camminando
Scusami ma ci credo tanto
Che posso fare questo salto
E anche se la strada è in salita
Per questo ora mi sto allenando
E buonasera signore e signori
Fuori gli attori
Vi conviene toccarvi i coglioni
Vi conviene stare zitti e buoni
Qui la gente è strana tipo spacciatori
Troppe notti stavo chiuso fuori
Mo li prendo a calci 'sti portoni
Sguardo in alto tipo scalatori
Quindi scusa mamma se sto sempre fuori ma
Sono fuori di testa ma diverso da loro
E tu sei fuori di testa ma diversa da loro
Siamo fuori di testa ma diversi da loro
Siamo fuori di testa ma diversi da loro
Io, ho scritto pagine e pagine
Ho visto sale poi lacrime
Questi uomini in macchina
Non scalare le rapide
Scritto sopra una lapide
In casa mia non c'è Dio
Ma se trovi il senso del tempo
Risalirai dal tuo oblio
E non c'è vento che fermi
La naturale potenza
Dal punto giusto di vista
Del vento senti l'ebrezza
Con ali in cera alla schiena
Ricercherò quell'altezza
Se vuoi fermarmi ritenta
Prova a tagliarmi la testa perché
Sono fuori di testa ma diverso da loro
E tu sei fuori di testa ma diversa da loro
Siamo fuori di testa ma diversi da loro
Siamo fuori di testa ma diversi da loro
Parla, la gente purtroppo parla
Non sa di che cosa parla
Tu portami dove sto a galla
Che qui mi manca l'aria
Parla, la gente purtroppo parla
Non sa di che cosa parla
Tu portami dove sto a galla
Che qui mi manca l'aria
Parla, la gente purtroppo parla
Non sa di che cazzo parla
Tu portami dove sto a galla
Che qui mi manca l'aria
Ma sono fuori di testa ma diverso da loro
E tu sei fuori di testa ma diversa da loro
Siamo fuori di testa ma diversi da loro
Siamo fuori di testa ma diversi da loro
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4. |
A Trick (Remix 2022)
06:18
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A TRICK (REMIX 2022)
is this an unaware farewell?
it's snowing in Paris
it's snowing in Paris
I fall from grace
It's snowing in Paris
people scream for nothing
over the words we said
revelations leaking,
a price that must be paid
decadence is coming,
they get what they can steal
all will be revealed
still misled by false convictions
hypnotized by televisions
I can't live but I'm still trying
I can't stop now
I fall from grace
I fall from grace
it's snowing in Paris
I fall from grace
it's snowing in Paris
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Methodica are an unique mix of powerful guitar riffs, airy keyboards and catchy vocal melodies, led by a solid rhythmical section and accurate electronic atmospheres. The lyrics, inspired by personal experiences and universal concepts, not giving answers but often asking uncomfortable questions, are always inspired, imaginative and concrete at the same time. ... more
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