1. |
You Know You're Falling
02:59
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I see you're falling... with this strange look in your eyes
I see you're falling... your thoughts are clouding the sky
I know you're falling... and you know you're cracking inside
You know you're falling... you've turned your life upside down
You know you're falling... when you have no one around
I see you're falling... and now you're facing the ground
Evil's got you back to the source of your pain
I know you're falling... you know you're cracking inside
I see you're falling... with this strange look in your eyes
I see you're falling... your thoughts are clouding the sky
Evil's got you back to the source of your pain
Evil's got you...
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2. |
Machine Gun Of Love
03:12
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I will piss on your grave
And I will put a big pipe on it
My black gold will pass right through your space
I need some space...
Rotten meat in your trash can
Angry girl, hungry girl without clothes
Kill the trees, put my bulls all over your space
I need some space...
We could dance around the fire
Until the morning rooster crows
Kiss the tip of my machine gun of love
Oily water, holy water and your blood
Payed in cash, melting down in a drain
I'll open your head to get space in your brain
I need more space..
Get a gun... and put on your face
Cause you have to follow the rule
Brake the glass and pull the trigger
Just too see how it looks
We could melt inside the fire
Until your flesh turns to holy smoke
Kiss the tip of my machine gun of love
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3. |
Gina's House Blues
03:53
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Ain't got nobody... ain't got nobody to love.
Ain't got nobody... ain't got nobody to love.
But one time a week, babe, I go to Gina's House to get warm
I'm a lonely man... I live in flesh and bone
I'm a lonely man... I'm living on my own
But one time a week, babe, I go to Gina's House to get warm
Lots of pretty girls
And good wine too
Gina has a little stage
Where she lets me play the blues
Ain't got nobody... ain't got nobody to love.
Ain't got nobody... ain't got nobody to love.
But one time a week, babe, I go to Gina's House to get warm
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4. |
The Smell Of Emptiness
03:55
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Smell of hot gasoline
Comes from your new machine
Life is never too fast
Fly on your shining grace
Wind blowing on your face
You believe it's your time
You'll always remember this
The smell of emptiness around
Lust in the speed of light
Love but just for one night
You can see what's coming
Blood falling from your head
Flood from your draining veins
Is that what you were looking for?
You'll always remember this
The smell of emptiness around
You'll always remember this
The silence of loneliness surround
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Hail to you Mother Earth
Sit on your strange throne
But when I take a closer look
I can see it's made of bones
But now i know you're dying
And you will soon be gone
I just want you to make love to my guitar
It's a noisy kind of love
That will make you feel so good
But I can still hear some kind of bits
Coming from your heart of stone
I just want you to make love to my guitar
It's a noisy kind of love
That will make you feel so good
Hail to you Mother Earth
Sitting in your throne of bones
I just want you to make love to my guitar
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The Hanged Toupans Quebec City, Québec
The Hanged Toupans are a two piece band from Québec City, Canada who fuse thunderously
boneshaking riffs
with hard, thumping rhythms and screeching rock n’ roll vocals.
Inspired by the wild sounds of the 60’s and 70’s, the band is made up of front
man Fabricio Barreto (guitar and vocals) and Luis Cardoso (drums and vocals).
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