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Here I go again,
playing with my spiders
'cause they won't go away
Creeping up my legs
laughing in my face
I tried to paint them away
I tried to sleep them away- no way no way
I tried to watch them away- no way no way no way
Cobwebbed in your net
trapped and free to stay
Dark and blue and quite bizarre
Here is where I’m safe, unsafe
I know this web so well
I might as well cocoon in it
I know there is no chance- no way
here is where I'm safe...no way no way, no way, no way
I never see them coming
and then is too late
Now I'll have to wait, digest myself and turn into the next me-
once again
I know you're there
even when you are not
I feel the stealth of your approach
I anticipate you
and when you come with all your legs
I can play the game
of predator and prey
but can cocoon and bloom in your sticky stuff
make a new self
again and again and again
Spiders
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2. |
Supernova me
04:42
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SUPERNOVA ME
I don´t wanna feel - like this (4x)
NEVER AGAIN (2x)
I don´t wanna reel - like this (4x)
NEVER AGAIN (2x)
NEVER!
I cannot stop it,
I need to find a way
my core is filling up with matter
turning me into a supernova
tears not cried
tears not cried – screams not shouted
filling me up to the....
Everything around me will
everything around me will
everything around me will just be wiped out
Nothing else to love
nothing else to hate
NOTHING!
Nothing
Pieces - of me – everywhere
Pieces - of me – everywhere
Pieces of me everywhere
Stardust floating around
in a non existing universe
not anymore – not anymore
implode - explode - implode - explode - implode - explode - implode - explode - implode
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3. |
Una ciudad...
04:18
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una ciudad
una cara
un nombre y detrás: nada!
yo estoy aquí
seguimos aquí
supervivientes en tu mundo de fábula
arreglas las fachadas
mientras el interior se derrumba
y cuando tus turistas se hayan ido
no te importa lo que quede
una ciudad
una cara
un nombre y detrás: nada!
tú estás aquí
seguís aquí
supervivientes en un mundo de fábula
decoras tus paredes
con tus planos megalómanos
porque en el fondo tienes miedo
de tu propia insignificancia
no te importa el pulso de las calles
no te importa el curso de las almas
no te importa los niños ni los viejos
te aburren, te deprimen, así que miras y no ves
sólo las piedras
sólo el asfalto
sólo tu orgullo
quieres ser inmortal
tu vanidad te ciega
tu egoismo te ensordece
y tu voz está vacía
una ciudad como tú
limpia por fuera y por dentro
PODRIDA
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4. |
Going Crazy
03:43
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Going Crazy
Somebody‘s stolen my skin
I'm aching everywhere
Somebody‘s stolen my skin
I cannot find my skin
I put it somewhere
I cannot find my skin!
I think I
took it off
in order to repair
what's left from
my entrails
trying to
feel again
somehow normal
Every touch- it hurts
everything around me goes straight into my flesh, and it burns!
Cover suspended, unprotected.
I think I
took it of
in order to repair
what's left from
my entrails
trying to
feel again
somehow normal
I cannot find my skin
I'm feeling naked, I have to cry
I don't wanna cry!
I cannot hide myself from you
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Matrone Germany
Matrone are Marta and RonZen. Yes only two people and so much noise. We also wonder sometimes...
Matrone is a loud,
heavy and grimed Sludge/hardcore Band, that also has a playful and melancholic side.
Drum and Bass, midtemp beats, flamenco...all we like, we play.
Based on Hamburg and born 2017.
Talking about influences: 1990er, Grunge, sludge, Riot Grrrls, D.I.Y. Punk, Hardcore, Swing, R&R...
... more
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