Demença EP

Lost in sofa
Like a cookie prize
Is my hope

Between the back
Of my TV
And the wall
Are my chances

In the outside, trash bag
With other empty kinds
Is my soul

But inside my mouth
Something changes

What is this taste?
What is this taste,
Please!?!
Taste like a God flavor

With beer.
In my blood.

Up in last shelve
Like an old toy
Is my happiness

Waiting for my hands,
Back of my knees
Is my will
For self-belief

There, down the drain
Stucked in some pipe
Is my force

But below my tongue
something builds

What is this taste?
What is this taste,
Please!?!
Taste like God flavor with honey

from the Beast.

Beer can in my hand
Confronting with smiles
In the streets

Closer than ever of new friends
And medicine to eat.
Sex with strangers,
Dancin’, singin’,
Havin’ fun.

Now I got a job
Now I eat meat

What is this taste?
What is this taste,
Please!?!
Taste like God flavor,
God flavor

Taste like God flavor,
God flavor

Taste like God flavor,
God flavor

In my kiss!

Jonas: Guitarras, slides, baixo, synth, programações, violão, vocais e MPC
Gabriel Bubu: Guitarra

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With frozen glacial eyes
She looks on me
So twisted of combo impressions

A knife across my throat
To float in sea
My face went dark
In my direction

It’s a way so cruel
To catch a “misdesire”
In front of such lazy nonsense lips

Who’s kissing:
-“get a grip”

With vicious yellow eyes
She just stands
Avec live motion photographs cosmetics

In a brunette sunny way
To misunderstand
My “wonderfeels” about her cinetics

It’s a way so cruel
To catch a “misdesire”
In front of such lazy nonsense lips

Who’s kissing:
-“get a grip”

Jonas: Vocais, violão, guitarras, slides e synths
Ricardo Dias Gomes: Piano

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She does
Everithing she does’nt
Know

She casts
My organs in sauce
She cooks

Stop that songs of thrill
My heart is on a grill
Stop that tune of thrill
My heart is on a grill

Me cries
Me makes my own conclusion
I can’t talk no more

She has (used salt!) burnd it in oil
And drowned in sauce
And will sell it for a no-dollar-bill

Stop that songs of thrill
My heart is on a grill
Stop that tune of thrill
My heart is on a grill

Me cries
I can’t talk no more
Me makes my own conclusion

Jonas: Vocais, violão, guitarra solo, sinths, MPC, programações e palmas
Ricardo Dias Gomes: Baixo
Gabriel Bubu: Guitarra
Bartolo: Guitarra Slide

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Looks like tearshores
Sent by heaven
Cold wind blowing
On the face of the town

A party in the deathrow
With grey balloons
A barbecue festival
At the yards of the cows

Hope lies in the pocket
Of a beggar’s coat
Colours of a dream
That has already been sold

It is forbidden to
Walk inside the store
With swimming suits on
And the devil’s selling boxes of dead fruits

Riding a coffin
On a lonesome river
Stillness rises
From an ice cold fever

Pale kids at the streets
Drinking poison
Eating shit

And it’s all because
And it’s all because
And it’s all because

You’ve left me.

Jonas: Voz, violão e coro

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The darkest day
In my life
Is yet to come
And ‘till this day
Arrives
I’ll have some fun

Don’t waste your time
Drifting by
In worried fields
A flawless sun
Will shine
And wounds will heal
——-
Just free your mind
Don’t fear no more
Those mindless kinds
Whom seek for war

Cause anger lies
at the same bed
Of decontrol

(refrão)

There is a way
Inside of you
So many other points of view

No need to hide
You can express
The way you feel

(refrão)

Don’t let anybody
Let you down
Stop the winning
And leave the town

Go get some fresh air
And join the birds

To scream as loud
As you can

(refrão)

Jonas: Vocais, violão, guitarras, (pedal auá manuseado pelo Marquinhos), Slide, Reco-recos, Pedra, agogô
Ricardo Dias Gomes: Baixo e Rhodes
Marcelo Callado: Ovinho, Bongô, triangulo
Gabriel Bubu: Caxixi, calimba, pau d’água

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