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This Could be Wrong
03:37
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I wish I could be crazy or not
I kill my dreams but not your expectations
As if I were a stupid clown
Where is my real being?
They took my wings and broke my books
Those books in wich I could be a villain
An evil sorceress
Avoiding all your rules
Life is served in a plastic tray
With instructions and white gloves
If I stay it´s cause I´m scared
Scared of you all…
A wrap that never shines bright enough
The broken key of an old piano
I don´t fit in this star-shaped box
It´s full of sins
I wish I could be lazy or not
I kill my aims but not your introjects
As if I were a poorly made bed
Full of folds
You read out loud all my rules
My script is written, nothing to say
Everything is done
And I do nothing
Life is served in a plastic tray
With instructions and white gloves
If I stay it´s cause I´m scared
Scared of you all…
A wrap that never shines bright enough
The broken key of an old piano
I don´t fit in this star-shaped box
It´s full of sins
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Stage Access
09:41
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The stage access
Here we are, one more time
A shiver runs down my spine
But in spite of all
I´m feeling good
I feel fine
It all started crossing deserts
Now I see Eden this is Paradise
At last, I´m walking roads where the wind hugs
my hair
The Circus starts up one more time
Like a continuous vaudeville
The piano doesn´t stop playing
That old summer melody
In the darkness of the stage
A sea of hands can be seen
Floating in a white fog
Marking the compass as a sea wave
in the hall
Songs are sounding one by one
sweet melodies and torn chords
Filling the room
Feel it, it is a unique moment
On the stage
The black road is burning in the sun
The van is spreading its wings one more time
It is midnight
On the tower´s clock
And songs keep playing
Let yourself go
Cities get lost in an other night other chords
Full of orange neon lights
Tomorrow doesn´t matter really too much
Actually your value is a golden youth
It´s your prize
The black road is burning in the sun
The van is spreading its wings one more time
Hearing rock music tapes while we fly
Feeling a smile on your face,
Painting white clouds in the sky
Long rehearsals
I can´t remember a free day
Three or thirty chords, it is the same
With my guitar, I only want to make you fly
The stage access
Here we are, one more time
A shiver runs down my spine
But in spite of all
I´m feeling good
I feel fine
Songs are sounding one by one
sweet melodies and torn chords
Filling the room
Feel it, it is a unique moment
On the stage
The circus starts up one more time
Like a continuous vaudeville
The piano doesn´t stop playing
That old summer melody
The black road is burning in the sun
The van is spreading its wings one more time
Hearing rock music tapes while we fly
Feeling a smile on your face,
Painting white clouds in the sky
The black road is burning in the sun
The van is spreading its wings one more time
Hearing rock music tapes while we fly
Feeling a smile on your face,
Painting white clouds in the sky
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The Flying Caravan Alicante, Spain
Progressive and classic rock sounds from the Mediterranean Sea.
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