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Latino Cheat
09:40
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We had a room at Tropicana Motel
It was a small room with a bed
That was the only thing
that still smelled like our love
that's the only thing I remember
It gets that feeling in your guts
you know it's barf
but it could be lust
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2. |
Springtime Children
10:04
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The agent enters the room
Miss Burkley your son has committed suicide cuz he's a junky
The plunger sucks tricklers of blood like a purple jellyfish
It was an empty room with red walls
Scent of urine feces and sperm
Genitals still beating
7 a.m.'s low and grey light filtered flashy through the shutters
Wide roads
Occasional cars goin' 70 miles an hour towards derelicted factories
Wondering
I saw him wondering like a mercenary rides through the night watching miss death
With his mightest erection ready to blow
I choose the terminal option and the audience cracks out in a wild laughter
The agent turns off the TV
And the room drowns again in the annoyed light on the bedside table
Miss Burkley
Your son has committed suicide cuz is a junky
The agent leaves the room
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3. |
Long Tall Sally
03:26
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Watching mons Veneris
With my head between her legs
The day is slipping slowly
Into an evening silent and vast
Languorous copulations
Between mermaids and mermen
Announcing their cumming blowing into cone-shaped shells
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4. |
Glaswegian Tanz I
04:01
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Pictures with violence clash into the truth
As they can they'll sneak into their cache
Games that seem evergreen cuz libido is intrinsic
Perhaps we've been evicted
Like a junky through spasms like a lover in spasms games seen and reviewed
So if truth out of facts ended in rhyme all crappy songs will come to terms with common sense refuting the forcing of rhyme previously conceived in the first place
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5. |
Glaswegian Tanz II
05:32
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At every table they where serving
Every table was served every fault was granted
Every awkward was pleased every fault was pleased every table was served
Winds and drums vibrating giving birth to the love dance
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6. |
Man's Picken
10:58
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The juggler faints after the number with da cake
Faces look away thinkin that the juggler went insane
The music was sad blood drooling from his face he was left there shamed
T'aint no dub from the above it's the pressure of the trigger
T'aint no rub from ya block you know how slippy gets da finger
Tell me girl behind that lens i wanna know ur wicked fears
Into narrow gorges kissed by purple blue moons
U're insatiable
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Trovarobato Bologna, Italy
Trovarobato è nata a Bologna, come marchio per gestire l’attività dei Mariposa.
Trovarobato ha
poi creato un catalogo di musiche ed esperienze musicali alle quali si è sentita affine e alle quali, in diversi frangenti, ha dato una casa e un pasto caldo.
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