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Agua Salada
03:47
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Si no puedo convencerte que te vallas
Entonces dime por que razón viniste
Ni una sola vez te dije que te quise
Solo aire significan mis palabras
Dame solo una esperanza en esta vida
Que venga un día el fin de esta balada
Lávame los ojos en agua salada
Quiero ver de donde salen tus mentiras
La verdad no se puede esconder
Cualquiera puede ver lo que ha pasado acá
Saliste de allá, llegaste sin saber
Pensaste que esta tierra es tuya
Cuando salga el sol
No te quiero ver
Donde está la flor
Que sembré ayer
El tiempo pasará, montañas caerán
Imperios morirán, y agua nos cubrirá
Al fin has fracasado, solo tienes pasado
Y aquí yo sigo haciendo bulla
Cuando salga el sol
No te quiero ver
Donde está la flor
Que sembré ayer
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Paper
03:53
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Come get your paper now
Come get your paper now
Come get it
Come get your paper now
Come get it, come get it, come get
Get your number, get it today
Get it now before they take it away
You're a good one, maybe the best
Get your paper cause you're not like the rest
You're not a special case
This life is just a fluke
You made it just in time
Come get your paper now
Come get your paper now
Come get it
Come get your paper now
Come get it, come get it, come get
Get your paper, assimilate
Keep the rest of you outside of the gate
You deserve it, you made it in
Get your paper cause you're better than them
You're not a special case
This life is just a fluke
The party's almost over
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Liar
03:16
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I don’t wanna love you
I don’t wanna leave you
I don’t wanna hold you
I don’t wanna keep you
I just want a say for myself
I’m alive and well for a while
Nothing’s not a thing I can do
You’re being a liar
I want you, gone
I need you, far away
How many go hungry?
How do you control them?
How can you console them?
You’re the one and only
You’re the one who says where to go
I’m the one who follows
Nothing to you’s something to me
You’re being a liar!
I want you, gone
I need you, far away
What if you could wake up
In a different place
What if all the things you made
Were right there in your face?
Flowers for the workers
Justice for your time
I don’t want this anymore
I don’t need you in my life
Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!
Liar! Liar! Liar! Liar!
I want you, gone
I need you, far away
I want you
I need you
I want you
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4. |
What Am I On
02:43
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I am nobody
Nobody can tell
I have a body
The body's a shell
It's something so unreal
Or a deep and endless pit
I can't make up my mind
What am I on
A statue made of paper or a symbol in the sun
What am I on
A bullet in a dream, a painting on a screen
What am I on
A nihilistic child or a vessel on a run
What am I on
Who's in the lobby
Who's in the cell
Who's keeping track of the bodies
And who's keeping count of the hits on the bell
Relájate, no hay nada
Relájate, no hay nada
Relájate, no hay nada
What am I on
A statue made of paper or a symbol in the sun
What am I on
A bullet in a dream, a painting on a screen
What am I on
A nihilistic child or a vessel on a run
What am I on
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Santa
04:10
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Santa
Soft velvet machinations
Live high above the ground
Eyes set below their stations
Sweet sounds that voices drown
Rogue machines make cloudy weather
Hide the hunters cloaked in leather
Leave the beaches to the culprit
There’s a future come whatever
Paper made ammunition
In plastic treasure troves
Withhold of their volition
Fruits gathered from the grove
Who will say where grace is headed
Bloody hands that toil are shredded
Ask and know your fate is certain
Stand and to each now be wedded
Santa
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Candela
04:03
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I just lit a fire
Inside my brother's house
He doesn't know it but
It won't be long
It won't be long until it spreads
It won't be long until the bedroom's crackling
And I love him but I told him
That he doesn't have to worry
Cause it's all gonna be all right
I just took the power
Out of my sister's hands
She doesn't trust me but
It won't be long
It won't be long until she knows
It won't be long until she's on to me
And I need her but she knows
That it's just the way it goes
And it's all gonna be all right
I'll light it all up
And I'll watch it burn
What'd you expect?
What'd you expect?
What'd you expect?
Fuego, fuego, fuego, candela
Fuego, fuego, fuego, candela
Fuego, fuego, fuego, candela
Fuego, fuego, fuego, candela
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Somos Más Americanos
03:30
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Ya me gritaron mil veces que me regrese a mi tierra
Porque aquí no quepo yo
Quiero recordarle al gringo, yo no crucé la frontera
La frontera me cruzó
América nació libre, el hombre la dividió
Ellos pintaron la raya, para que yo la cruzara
Y me llaman invasor
Es un error bien marcado, nos quitaron ocho estados
¿Quién es aquí el invasor?
Soy extranjero en mi tierra y no vengo a darles guerra
Soy hombre trabajador
Y si no miente la historia
Aquí se sentó en la gloria la poderosa nación
Entre guerreros valientes
Indios de dos continentes, mezclados por español
Y si a los siglos nos vamos somos más americanos
Somos más americanos que el hijo de anglo-sajón
Nos compraron sin dinero las aguas del río Bravo
Y nos quitaron a Texas, Nuevo México, Arizona, y Colorado
También voló California y Nevada, con Utah no se llenaron
El estado de Wyoming también nos lo arrebataron
Yo soy la sangre del indio, soy latino, soy mestizo
Somos de todos colores y de todos los oficios
Y si contamos los siglos, aunque le duela al vecino
Somos más americanos que todititos los gringos.
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FANTAZMA Washington, D.C.
FANTAZMA is an alternative rock trio from Washington, DC. Their music is influenced by many genres and traditions, including hardcore punk, progressive rock, metal, salsa, cumbia, and other Latin rhythms. Their lyrics, in Spanish and English, reflect on introspective notions of identity, ideology, and reality. The band released their debut EP ¡Candela! in March 2023. ... more
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