1. |
Usual Poison
03:38
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I'll be myself
Who else?
Can you expect anything from me?
I'm not gonna say anything
Anything clever
Not tonight
Not Tonight...anything right
So! So! So where are you going now?
She didn't like me
And I feel happy about that mess
And I feel sad about all that mess
'Cause something went wrong with you
But I really think it was not me
And I still get tired of dying
With the usual poison in my brain
It's gonna rain...rain...rain
She didn't like me
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2. |
Hate me
04:11
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Hate me! Hit me!
'Cause you're gonna leave me
Hate me!
'Cause you're gonna kick me
Hit me!
While I'm looking at you
While I'm crying before you
Main punch on my liver
Without saying nothing
Second punch on my teeth
Just saying: "Stupid"
Last punch on my chest
Just saying: "Bye bye Jerk!!!"
Hate me! Kick me!
'Cause I'm nothing to you
Punch me! Erase me!
On the ground still and lifeless
"Cry cry Jerk!"
"Bye bye Jerk!"
My body is drying
My soul is dying
'Cause I can't amuse you anymore
So you erased me
And put me into the file-faces to kill
"Bye bye Girl!"
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3. |
Do you exist?
03:29
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Do you exist?
Hope makes me totally blind
I'm sure I've met you before
Maybe on the streets of my town
Maybe in the dreams of my own
You shone in a sunlight afternoon
And I felt the warm kiss of love
Blended with lonely mankind
Beside tired and defeated men
Do you exist? Are you real?
I can feel an ecstatic languor
But you're very far from this cold mountain
I can only go down like an anchor
I can only dive deep down
In this small river and begin to swim
You're on the streets of my town
You're all my electrical nerves
You're in the dreams of my own
You're all my past failures
I'm deep down in the water
And I'll swim to the mouth of the river
Do you exist? Are you real?
Oh, she's a beautiful goddess!
Oh, she'll cure my loneliness!
Take me away along these gentle waves
Need just a long walk on the seaside...
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4. |
King of freestylers
03:40
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I can reach the sand with one jump
I like playing under the sun
I like flying in the air
My arms feel the wind
My frisbee goes very far
I'm flying now
I'm free now
I'm flying higher
I'm the King of freestylers
So when I went in the style of your steps
I could not stand walking like a clown
And all the beer and wine I drunk
They almost got me drowned
I'm spinning round now
I'm floating round now, me and my green disc
I'm free now and I've taken my risks
I'm flying now
I'm free now
I'm flying higher
I'm the King of freestylers
I'm flying higher
I'm the King of freestylers
What can I do?
What can I say?
I could not save my love for you
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5. |
Rag Games
05:18
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Land of fathers
Land of mothers
A silent hill coming from the past
Their skin worn out by the sun dust
We forgot these old time good folks
And now the concrete buildings are old
See, the tin soldering is trendy
And these screens hug you so gently
And it's like you are almost dead
And it's like your skin burnt down
It's an everlasting summertime
Not a pleasant sexual embrace
Forgot the rag games
Forgot the mud shapes
Forgot the big runs
Forgot the great sense...of hugeness
Fly away! Run away! Fast!
Not only in your pretty dreams
Don't lock yourself in a box of sighs
It's your mind's prison and says always yes
It's your next rule coming from the Glass Eyes
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6. |
Candy
04:40
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I know your face
I know your name
Waiting is weakness
Candy
Dreaming is useless
Candy
You can't see my pain
You can't see my chains
Sandy
I'm in chains...I'm in chains
I'm in jail...in a small jail cell
Trying to set free my brain
Every second is a nail
Stuck on my bloody hands
Stuck on my bloody hands
Candy
I know your face, Candy!
It's a mask of the past
While future stands still
In the labyrinth of time
Among these strong roots
There's a sensual scent
Will tell me about you
Within a second, within a century
Within a second, within a century
Forever
Candy
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7. |
Sunday's Smokers
04:31
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Sunny lazy day
"So much time for thinking/About the meaning of my life"
So they say/Too much time for thinking
About the meaning of their lives...too much time...
It's a Sunday's smokers/Their spine on the walls
Outside shopping centers/Becoming buffs of smoke
Waiting as drivers/Searching for a lighter
Inside their empty pockets/Like a breathless diver
Burning and smoking/The last cigarette
Waiting and swearing for/A dirty laundrette
It's a morning supermarket/It's a sunny lazy day
It's a burden for the smokers/It's a springtime drowsy day
Too much time for thinking/About the meaning of their lives
Too much time for anything/About the meaning of their hopes
...too much time...there's so much time...
It's a Sunday's smokers/Fall asleep in the afternoon
Sinking in their easy-chairs/Dreaming the buzz of television
The break is already over/Thoughts are like ashes
For a new week to come/The race started as always
No much time for thinking
Ain't got no much time for thinking
About the meaning of their lives
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8. |
Under Control
03:46
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Out of control
A crazy man at night
Is switching on another fight
Under control
He's burning my soul
Out of control
He's walking through a thin line
Among acid liquors and white wine
Under control
He's burning my soul
Shouts of the boss
One of these days
Will burn my control
The same old way
Subdued all the day
Plastic cards to pay the bills
Running through this stupid thrill
Choosing to be like a puppet
Don't know how to stop it
Under control
He's burning my soul
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9. |
Sirens Outside
06:30
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Only one thing out there
The awful lights in the sky
No water flows in the river
Except the blood of my wife
Who was sold tonight
The roar of the bombs
Are killing my sons
There's blood on the floor
There's dust in the air
It's blinding my eyes
And I shout all my rage
Against the human race
There's our blood on the walls
Nations have made our little cage
They sold their souls for money rolls
While they pray for peace in a safe place
They cannot hear the sirens outside
Like my dying people who were sold tonight
And I shout all my rage
Against the human race
And the dust is getting thicker
Blood and hair burning on my hands
And the anguish is ever closer
Crying with my little one into my arms
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BUZZ FACTORY Roseto Degli Abruzzi, Italy
Buzz Factory is a musical project born in 2021. Our music is the sonic squeeze of assembling compositional elements, rooted
in the Alternative music of the 90/00s.
Gianni Urbani:guitars
Danilo Di Nicola: guitars+vox
Andrea Stazi: Bass
Claudio Di Nicola: drums
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