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Spain Is Pain

by THE PRIBATA IDAHO

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Allow me To introduce myself I’m a townee From the west I have a job From midnight to four Every day and all night long I pay the rent Every month And all the taxes That you want But my troubles Don’t fly away Please, come and give us a hand, instead! I hope they leave me in peace Now that I can’t take a breathe And the things which are so dear to me Wait and see how It will be
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He just sat on that Old orange armchair and Looked off into space No more melancholy verses He took to living at home Spending hours looking up At the sky, and no more Melancholy songs He failed family and friends And took his failure to heart He didn’t want to try again And doomed himself to disappear The day before of setting off It doesn’t seem so long ago He hadn’t been so wild Since he was a child Mum called the doctor and The doctor came at dawn Any breathe from your son He’s left and hour ago
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Spain is pain And it’s not an unjustified complaint Spain is pain And I wish it were not so! I can’t make up my mind about her She leaves things in a mess No spanish bombs, no castles in Spain Spain is definitively pain Spain is different And it’s not an unjustified complaint Spain is different And I wish it were not so! She looks like a house in need Of painting, a damned waiting The recommendation to mercy In the midst of plenty
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Welcome to the day after Even you put your hands on the plaster Thanks for the daily pain blister Revolution is coming Friendly and lovely is coming... till the end Marcuse has died in love And Dylan will follow shortly Thanks for the answers in the wind Revolution is coming, Friendly and lovely is coming... till the end Will you count it Against me if I take the credit? Will you count it Against me if I take the success?
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What loads my hands down From my mind´s back door To my heart dismay? Her cold boney face Sitting on the ground A cardigan in case When she said now The wind is blowing All we shared away Her wine-stained lips Whatever sound Whatever sound
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I turned my face to back Expecting to find some drugs The dealer came just as he said With a brand new car, with no drugs Hey man!, from today onwards You´d try to get another stuff I leave this shit I want a new life I walked alone the main street Praying and searching a trip But nobody has anything There´s no morphine and no pills And the time was passing by While the snow wrapped the ground And there was no cure for my wound
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Here is the scene He is on the plane With everybody else Everybody’s there but me You have to fly to be a bird You have to fly to be a bird Here’s the scene again You and me on the plane With everybody else Everybody’s there
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You walked out Never to return It was and enduring And unexpected end For a love which were On the edge The last day of december nineteen seventy-eight Revenge of love I used to say... with a happy end And you wave goobye just as I thought just as I knew The last day of december nineteen eighty-two Why do you try to send me pieces of love I couldn´t use? Why do you want to know if there will be a trial after the proof? With next one Was almost the same Kisses the first two months Next two completely alone I wish it had been Not so!
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I had a dream Trees, bees, leaves, birds and beans A little bit Of me goes with the wind and see Against myself, against him The tide is carrying me far away from here The dream belongs to me And I’m really getting blind and deaf The things could think If they could have a little piece Of fear, but they don’t think Because it’s difficult to believe... to dream There’s a pain inside myself How could I speak with her? How could I wave goodbye? If my favourite girl... Is still dressed in grey
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I told a lie to the priest When I confessed my sins It was very jolly for me Even I tried not to seem to keen From my blameless point of view It was nothing but an excuse To turn the knife in the wound To life anyhow, win or lose When I fell into sin again It was "Talkin’bout New York" I was almost fifteen Years jumbled together, anyhow Judgement, they promised, is upon us The end of the world is at hand Even I confessed my blasphemies My fights and all my sins There’re millions of liers What’s one more or less? That’s the kind of things I mean When I talk about my sins There’s no need to be sorry for me Even I show signs of wear
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Music on the car radio and the endless miles Grey clothes, pissing my pants, laughing too hard I love the way she hands things to me smiling The ways she has turned my life into Disneyland The person I was, the singer I was only two years ago The kind of stuff that was central then to my life Seems to be just trendy postcards, a tray of ice-cubes A nice ego trip, bad weather, ex-lovers saying "mine" Life its a vow that frightens so bad as it deepens And when you love you feel your organs outside Wearing our difference like streamers or leaves We know the future has changed, that little dark tide

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Swansong of this Madrid trio. As usual, they come with a magnificent collection of classic songs, excelently crafted and arranged, with an eye on Californian heroes like THE BYRDS but also close to contemporaries like LAMBCHOP o TINDERSTICKS. Timeless melodies.

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released March 31, 2000

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