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Todos mis sentidos

by Fabricio Morás

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Flaking like an old paint chippin' Like a dowager shakin' Like a subway rollin' Like a flower and I'm usin' All of my senses You know I am I'm usin' All of my senses Freezing like an icicle bendin' Like a rain cloud rumblin' Like a sidewalk mendin' Like a shroud dissolvin' (pulling a plow and i don´t know how) Like a snowflake sailin' Like an arrow splittin' Like an egg-shell sailin' Like a sparrow I'm usin' All of my senses You know I am I'm usin' All of my senses You say you're sensitive Well hey that's the way I want you to live The lights are too bright in the daytime But that's alright with me You say it depends on him It's cool with the friends that we're always with Well hey I can live without them But not without you well I can see
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Never wish away a moment, no Don't you cover yourself with clover You should know that where the clover grows That it's you that it's growing over Don't take it all upon yourself Don't you carry it on your shoulder Set it down right back where you found it You know it's a heavy boulder Think it over now We should really think it over sometime Think it over now We should really think it over sometime Putting someone up above you, Yeah Then you go looking up from under Pick and choose it's a lot to lose When you give up what you wonder All the loneliness you hold inside All the pain that you don't exhibit Exhale, Walk away from jail You can always go back and visit Think it over now We should really think it over sometime Think it over now We should really consider it sometime Think it over now We should really think it over sometime Think it over now We shold really consider it sometime Do what you're going to do for You Don't you look to see who's approving Time will show that There's the ones that go And there's those who are never moving Think it over now We should really think it over sometime Think it over now We should really consider it sometime
3.
Towering above the city The ghettos in the sky Concrete spires of isolation Forty stories high Fenced in by their own suspicions The people are afraid Crawl inside their cages Lock the door and pull the shade In a cold house In a cold city In a cold cold cold cold world Brightly coloured tenements So pleasing to the eye Glass and stainless steel enclosures Hid what we deny People are afraid to look Afraid what they will see Inside the illusion it's the same reality In a cold house In a cold city In a cold cold cold cold world
4.
You're the reflection of the moon on the water You're the reflection of the moon on the water You're the reflection of the moon on the water But you're not the moon You are the scent of the sea on the night wind You are the scent of the sea on the night wind You are the scent of the sea on the night wind But you're not the sea You are the shadows from the light of a fire You are the shadows from the light of a fire You are the shadows from the light of a fire But you're not the light You are the sound of the rain on the dry earth You are the sound of the rain on the dry earth You are the sound of the rain on the dry earth But you're not the rain
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Supposing, too much to assume Saying nothing but speaking volumns Silence broken with shattering sounds Books for no one, where are they bound I can see the blind who are leading the blind Always somewhere somebody's leaving behind Tiny traces, evidence for us to find Just a moment only an outline No substance, no shred of belief Sweeping seconds and the smoke from burning leaves Suddenly they're carried away Written on, written off and tossed away I can hear the words that are spoken to me From a void of invisibility What they say is all they are trying to mean What is left is all that remains to be seen
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Chairs for Tennessee Williams Business suites for Sylvester Stallone Charles Hollis Jones In my luxury dining room I can't have just any telephone Charles Hollis Jones In my lucky green modern I have to die just to drink alone Charles Hollis Jones Chairs for Tennessee Williams Business suites for Sylvester Stallone Charles Hollis Jones In my luxury dining room I can't have just any telephone Charles Hollis Jones In my lucky green modern I have to die just to drink alone Charles Hollis Jones Men in boxy glass houses Best be advised not to throw stones Charles Hollis Jones Chairs for Tennessee Williams Business suites for Sylvester Stallone Charles Hollis Jones
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My regrets 03:54
My regrets I'm sendin' you all my regrets No longer will they get My face and eyes all wet I'm sendin' you all my regrets Apologies I don't make too many of these One place you won't find me Is down there on one knee I do not make apologies Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Nooo And on that note Your mother pinned to your coat You memorized by rote The names of all your scapegoats You cannot play me on that note Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Ohhh Nooo
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With diamond wings and harps a-strumming She can see the angels coming With silver wings and hats of gold They've come to bring her back into the fold And she rambles on insensibly About her china berry tree And reaches out and touches me An opportunity that's not repeating With tearful eyes I see him standing On the bridge above the landing With burdened thoughts he's had before Compel him to commit his final chore Then he throws himself into the air And leaves behind his painful cares And ends his life as one who dared To climb the stairs that lead into the morning The squealing breaks and lights a crashing Consciousness commences crashing And what you can and cannot see Are separated instantly His soul is from the wreckage thrown And suddenly he's on his own Above the land where he had grown His life on loan Collected in the morning

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Este es un disco de canciones de Grant Hart.
Grabado en casa a modo de homenaje amoroso, entre los años 2020 y 2022.

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released September 22, 2022

Tapa: Carolina Ruarte (Huella Migrante)

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Fabricio Morás Córdoba, Argentina

Desde 1997 ha integrado proyectos relacionados con el rock de Córdoba,
Actualmente forma parte de "la cuota ácida" y "herbolaria". También se presenta regularmente como solista.

Fue integrante de "Lxs Nadies", "Sur oculto", "Barro", "Hijo de la tormenta", "Uma", "Los Fáciles" y "Monsutaa!"
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