Trying to make friends as fast as I can,
I've been such a stupid, I've been such a shame,
The day you left me my life became like hell

There is no use in getting depressed,
It ain't no fun to live in a maze,
But that was my life before you went away

Friends that were mine have turned to be yours
But friends that were yours have turned to be none
But I don't feel ashamed 'cause that's what you deserve

You keep telling every bad thing about me,
I wonder if anybody ever believes...
...a single word you say, I hope that no one cares

JM : Guitarra, voz, silbato PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta en noviembre de 2000, preparación con Panic en otoño de 2002, grabada en 2004

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American Roadster
(Javier Mora / Panic)

When you speed into the highway, there ain't no cars
When you go to see the moonlight, there ain't no stars

Nobody's fast enough
Nobody's seen what you have done
Nobody's bright as you
Nobody's been where you have gone

When you bike up to the mountain, you reach top fast
When you go to see the sunlight, it burns your eyes

You melt ice with your sight
But then you slip all the way down
You always seem to have been there
But no one wants you to be round

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta e diciembre de 2000, preparación con Panic entre verano y otoño de 2002, grabada en 2004

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Mean Bastard
(Javier Mora / Panic)

I'm a bastard, but more than that,
I'm a perfect gentleman
Me, mean thinking vegetable
Self criticism is the key to it all

I'm collecting ideas - for my great work of art
But my brainstorming cocktail is mental dry

Brain Leakage's here to stay
Wish I'd something else to say...
Dry mind juice draught
Don't tell me how I should have thought!

I'm extracting my fears - from where they dwell
If you're looking for me, why don't you just look for help?

You're too pretty... today
You dressed yourself too much to stay
You're raw meat, you're smoke
But you don't look that way at all

I'm inspecting my tears - in case they fall
But by the way they are you'll never see them roll!
I'm extracting my fears - from where they dwell
If you're looking for me, why don't you just go to hell?

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta en agosto de 2002, preparación con Panic en otoño de 2002, grabada entre enero de 2005 y diciembre de 2007

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Panic Blues
(Pepe Jaráiz / Javier Mora / Sergio Tur / Javier de Andrés)

Didju ever get the feeling that you're losing all you're winning?
If you ever got the meaning of not having what you're willing...
If you ever felt that way, don't tell me that you weren't aware!

Everyone I ever loved I loved 'till I cried...
And everyone I ever loved I'll Love till I die...
'Cause everyone I ever loved... ...is all I ever had.

I have seen that it has been five years to realize
I have been avoiding watching changes in my life
Changing ain't so nice, surprize, surprize!

Some things happen on and on and life just seems to carry on
Everything goes round & round, thru & thru, lost & found
Some things will stay just the same unless you will for them to change

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Improvisada en ensayos desde 2000, grabada en diciembre de 2002

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Just See What You Put Me Thru
(Javier Mora / Panic)

Gotta bottle of soul
Gotta pool full of love
Gotta summer of sun
Gotta heart full of hope

Gotta magic wand
Gotta sandy storm
Got electric guitar
Got 'em jeans full of holes

Never met no one like you
Just see what you put me thru
Never had no one but you
I'm so glad you love me too

Gotta field full of flowers
Gotta clock full of hours
Gotta road full of miles
Gotta jar full of flies

Got hair of gold
Got ice that's cold
Got you to stroll and I
Got Rock & Roll

Never met no one like you
Just see what you put me thru
Never had no one but you
I'm so glad you love me too

[Solo]

Never met no one like you
Just see what you put me thru
Never had no one but you
I'm so glad you love me too

Gotta moon and a sun
Gotta black and a white
Gotta ying and a yang
Gotta day and a night

Gotta flying balloon
Gotta fork and a spoon
Gotta place in a tomb and I
Got Venus Loon

Never met no one like you
Just see what you put me thru
Never had no one but you
I'm so glad you love me too

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta en julio de 2001, preparación con Panic en otoño de 2002, grabada en 2004

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Rufián
(M: Pepe Jaráiz / L: Javier Mora / Panic)

I want to be free again,
Out of guilt, out of shame.
Don’t need no judge, I don’t need no clone
Get out of your life, get into yours

Tired of your point of view,
Tired of routine, tired of you.
I’m out of myself, I’m out of law
I wanna be alone, change my way back home

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada con Panic en noviembre de 2002, grabada en 2004

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You Seen What I Got? (a.k.a. "Tengo Lo Que Tengo ...y Te Lo Voy a Meter!")
(Javier Mora / Panic)

I dig you more than you think
If you let me just show you...
But you're so wild and so mean
I'll never tell you I love you

START ALL OVER AGAIN!

I'll never beg on my knees
To share a piece of your bed-time
You may not want to believe
It's gonna make me feel so fine...

I've got what I've got...
I'll slide it in you
You seen what I got?
Now you got it too - THAT'S TRUE!

Eating me cream makes you smile
Sipping your silk makes me shiver
Feeling me stick makes you cry
Heating your cave with me fever

Alright!

I'm riding you in my Porsche
But I'm an african warrior
I'm burning you with my torch
Not just a horse but a stallion

I've got what I've got...
I'll poke into you...
You seen what I got...?
Now I Come and shoot you! - Have Mercy!

[Solo]

I've got what I've got...
I'll struck across you
You seen what I got?
I've drilled your hole thru!

I've got what I've got...
I'll squeeze into you
You seen what I got?
You're broken in two

BITCH!

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada entre abril de 2001 y febrero de 2002, grabada en 2004

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Spring Time Blues
(Javier Mora / Panic)

Someone.. Knocks on my door
I gotta get up, don´t wanna see the morning light

Moths - ate my clothes
I saw them rush, I saw them flying all around

We've been ******** all night long
We spend our time but no one ever seems to care

Now you gotta - run, run, run
'fore you can't walk, dance or even sing a song

I've got the spring time blues! Man, I've got no time to lose!

Let's put a long story short
Things just didn't happen as we thought

She's much like Snow White 
But I bet her face looks no clean in the light

She came - out of the blue
She never gave nobody any clue

She ain't such Robin Hood
She never done nobody any good

I've got the spring time blues! Man, I've got no chance to choose!

Snots - on my nose
Running down, my god! I need another dose

If you can't - rock and roll
Man, don't wanna be your brother, Dad don´t wanna be your son

You got - stage fright
Don't wanna meet no strangers in the night

I've got - nothing to fear
There were bad times but this could really be my year!

I've got the spring time blues! You better wipe the dirt out of your shoes

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada con Panic durante junio de 2003, grabada en 2004

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Kaleidoscope
(Javier Mora / Panic)

Life just turns over and over
Kaleidoscopes can make your eyes hallucinate
But life turns serious and sober
When fun is gone you're not allowed to hesitate

Did you ever get the feeling you're afraid?
Did you ever feel the wind blow in your face?
Did you ever have a nightmare that came true?
Did you ever feel the world belongs to me and you?

I don't mean we're made for each other
We may think different but our hearts beat just the same
I don't expect that you should bother
But I believe that it was you who made the change

If I had my share I'd spend it all
If I had a break I'd lose control
If I had a girl I'd fill the world with songs for her
If I had my way I'd prove I am the loneliest man on earth

[Kaleidoscope Bridge]

I don't wanna be a man - I just wanna play the fool
I've been losing all my chances but it won't ever make me blue

I feel you far away - I feel you strange some way
I feel your voice like it's not speaking - those stupid words today

JM : Guitarra, voz, pandereta, maracas PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada con Panic entre enero y mayo de 2003, grabada en 2004

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Truhán
(L, M: Pepe Jaráiz / L*: Javier Mora / Panic)

I will go alone so far away you'll never find me*
I'll go way back home, where I came from, the place where I Belong*
Far away where you can't go*

Thou it's cold outside it feels allright out of your reach*
I've been trying to hide so if you're back, I'll probably be away*
Far away where you can't stay*

I can't believe in the never, I can't stay (at least in hell)
I cannot cry for my fever
I cannot die (My fiends are well)

I cannot bear this shit flavour
I cannot flee (my tomb is near)
I'll maybe call in my server
The pain comes here!!

Should I restrain brain's commandings?
Should I repent (of bleeding me)?
Would you be safer, blind victims,
If I'll just beset (your heads)

I can't stop this head buzzing
I lose my heart (it's hardly red)
Pins start surrounding this feelin'
I see your deads

JM : Guitarra, voz PJ : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería, coros ST : Bajo, coros
Compuesta y preparada con Panic entre abril y agosto de 2003, grabada en 2004

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Let's Make a Deal
(Javier Mora / Panic)

Let's Make a Deal
Let's Get It Signed and Sealed
Let's Make It Real
Your Soul Will Be My Meal
Come On! I Bet You Will
Come On! No Use To Squeal

You're Very Ill
You Take Another Pill
You Pray and Kneel
For All The Pain You Feel
Come On! And Pay The Bill
Come On! I'm Sure You'll Heal

No Fear!
I'm Near!

No Fear!
I'm Here!

Let's Get It Right
Let's Get It Out Of Sight
No Time For Fright
We Don't Have All The Night
Come On! You Look Uptight
Come On! You Might Ignite
Come On! Let's Get It On
Come On! Can't Do No Wrong

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada con Panic entre diciembre de 2003 y abril de 2004, grabada entre 2005 y 2007

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(C'est Fini La Chanson)
(Javier Mora / Panic)

I Cross The Streets When Traffic Lights Are Red
I Always Take The Way I Want
I Watch The Crowds But I'm Never Part Of Them
So I Keep Walking On My Own

I'm Never Ever Tied To No One's Name
I Never Do Nobody Wrong
And That Is Why I Never Get No Blame
So As It Is I'm So Alone

But Everywhere I See Your Shape
It Turn's Around - It's Someone Else's Face

But Everywhere I Hear Your Voice
No Matter How I Try, I Have No Choice

JM : Guitarra, voz, coros PJ : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada con Panic entre junio de 2003 y julio de 2004, grabada entre 2005 y 2007

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Ice On The Rocks
(Javier Mora / Panic)

He's Got Some Ice On The Rocks
Just Like That Old Drunk Ringo Starr
She's Put Some Flesh Round Her Bones
But Still Her Life's a Size Too Large

We Are Not Healthy Anymore
But Rock & Roll Keeps Us Alive
We Feel Much Younger Than Before
As Long As Luck Is On Our Side

Ice Burns Just Like Fire
It Is Quite Absurd
You May Not Believe It
Till You're Burnt and Hurt

This Is Our Last Trip, Maybe
A Good End To The Show
Walls Have Ears, But Have No Fear
'Cause That's The Way Things Go

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta entre febrero de 2004 y septiembre de 2005, preparada con Faux Filet entre abril y diciembre de 2007

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(Hey! Hey! Hey!) If There's a Road There's a Way
(Javier Mora / Panic)

This Rock & Roll star system
For sure is draging me down, down down!
I’ve found my way out of showbiz
I’ve found my place out of town

Don’t wanna be the front man
Don’t wanna stay behi, hi, hind!
Come take me by the hand
I’m gonna leave the band

Hey Hey Hey – If there’s a road there’s a way
Hey Hey Hey – I ain’t go no reason to stay

If you can’t follow my rhythm
Will you get out of the tra, ah, ack!
I've found myself going nowhere
I've found my heart 'bout to crack

Put all the blame on my bandmates
Don’t put so much on myse, eh, elf!
I’m miles away, I'm an exile
I’m getting out of this hell... WELL!

Hey Hey Hey – If there’s a road there’s a way
Hey Hey Hey – I ain’t go no reason to stay

It ain’t none of your business
If I am quitting or no, oh ot!
Now I’m a Rock & Roll victim
I’ve suffered more than you thought

Someday we may get together
Soon as our wounds will be clo, Oh!, osed!
We can't retire forever
Gotta start back where we stopped

Hey Hey Hey – If there’s a will there’s a way
Hey Hey Hey – I found a reason to play

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería, coros ST : Bajo, coros
Compuesta y preparada con Panic entre julio y noviembre de 2004, grabada entre 2005 y 2007

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Watch Me Burn
(M: Javier Mora - Sergio Tur, L: Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

All them Judas, come and gone
Turn like flowers in the Sun
Learn from those know and warn
I’m on fire. Watch me BURN!

Once in a lifetime
Twice and for all
Third time around it
Four time’s enough

Wring me out like I’m a sponge
I’ll absorve you more and more
Drying fast, but still damm young
I’m a Phoenix. Watch me BURN!

I’m trying to meet my new life
You don’t get me wrong
You’ll never get the message
You’ll never see beyond

I’m a million miles from you
Can’t consider passing through
Still got so much road to run
Fuel on fire. Watch me BURN!

Should I choose somebody
Should I give one go
Should it be the last one
You wouldn’t be before

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada con Panic entre mayo y septiembre de 2005, grabada entre 2007 y 2009

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Oh! My
(L: Javier Mora, M: Javier Mora - Sergio Tur / Faux Filet)

I’ve been dreaming of an ocean, vast and blue
- that I’d sail with you
I’ve been thinking of a future of my suit
- that I’d share too
I’ve been lonesome for a long time in my short life
...and it ain’t no use to wonder why... Oh! My
Oh! My

I’ve been watching birds that fly and sing for you
- when the sun is high
I’ve been looking for a place to call my own
- which I don’t find
I’ve been wond’ring all my life ‘bout this and that
- but answers ever seemed to hide... Oh! My
Oh! My
Oh! My, Tell me why

I’ve been crossing narrow paths to get to you
- like passing by
You’ve been strolling by the crossroads where my soul
- reaches my heart
We’ve been looking for each other for so long
- Nobody told us what to find... Oh! My
Tell me why
Oh! My... TELL ME WHY!
Oh! My

JM : Guitarra, voz, corosJdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta en julio de 2001, preparación con Faux Filet entre enero y mayo de 2007, grabada entre 2007 y 2009

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Groove-o-Matic
(L: Javier Mora M: Faux Filet)

Psichobilly · Cuntface · Silly Willy · Car Race · Southern Philly Necklace · Mexican · Amazing Grace

Endless Guiltiness · Nameless Emptiness · Top-less Elliott Ness flies over the cuckoo’s nest

Brainstorm · Snowblind · Windsor · Allibies · Les Paul · Falsify · Rewnborn, tell us why!

Groove-o-Matic Laundry · Fishing rod rednex · Supersonic · Landscape · Bullet-proof electric fence

Tour de Force · Matchbox · Tell the truth, fake, hoax! · Rubber Soul · Stonehenge · Sandpaper and Razorblades

Teenybopper Sandwich · Dirtysweet Punkbitch · Ultra-Cool language · Glasses hide your red eyes

Walrus · Marvelous · Painful · Arduous · Take-a-Chance · Winlose · Antwerp, Brugge and Moulin Rouge

West Side Story · Hunky Dory · Morning Glory · Richard Cory

Powerpuff Girl like · Take a seat · Hitch-Hike · Out Of Phase Play Back · See that nun steal a bike

Heathen, Pagan, Antichrist · Classified, Cathegorized · Emphasized, immortalized · Poisonous african flies

Goatbreasts · Wonderbras · Contact lenses · Steel and Glass · Overdubs and Master Tracks · Papers love your cheap lies

Bearded Woman · Tin Can · Primadonna · Wig Wam · Arizona dreamland · Hairdressers for beetlebums

Sunday Mall · Voodoo Doll · Spring, Summer, Winter and Fall · See King Midas on the dole turn platinum into gold

Dirty Old Know-It-All · Rotten Soul · Empty Hall · Jelly Roll · Berlin Wall · Three holes? It’s a bowling Ball!

Jet Set · Cigarette · Hot Sweat · Get Wet · Always jump without a net. Am I worth enough to bet?

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta entre julio y septiembre de 2005, preparación con Faux Filet entre enero y mayo de 2007, grabada entre 2007 y 2009

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Lion Cage
(Javier Mora)

Take Me To Your Lion Cage, Lock Me Behind The Door
Move Beside Me Slowly, Keep On Crawling On The Floor
I Don't Fear No Jaws - Paws, But There's Something In Your Head That's Rather Wrong

Drive Until Your Car Crashes, I'll Swear It's All Your Fault
Take Me To The Lonesome Towns Where No One Ever Goes
I Won't Cross No Highways, But I'll Watch The River Flow, Come Rain, Come Snow

And I Won't Mind If My Songs Don't Rhyme, Cause I Love You
I Say I Don't Mind For The Sand Inside My Shoe... But I Do!

Ain't No Matter If You Don't Think Quite The Way I Do
I Don't Care If You Win, I Only Like It When You Lose
I Don't Give a Shit To What Them All May Say Or Do About You

Drowning In An Ocean 'till We Get Where You Belong
End Up In A Party That Would Last For All Night Long
Didn't You See The Pictures? We Were Dancing To A Song We Didn't Know

And I Won't Mind If My Songs Don't Rhyme, Cause I Love You
I Say I Don't Mind For The Sand Inside My Shoe... But I Do!

JM : Guitarra, voz
Compuesta en septiembre de 2005, inédita

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Jewel In A Crown
(Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

Her Heart Had Room For Plenty, But Her Breath Was Somehow Sad
Yet She Would Look Quite Empty, How Her Sight Could Drive Me Mad
She Was So Bright And Pearly, Light And Shiny As The Sun
She Would Disappear Quite Early, If She Saw You Come Along

I Was Down, Then She'd Come'round
She'd Be The Jewel In A Crown

My Life Got Void And Nasty, Wouldn't Have A Chance To Smile
It All Was Wrecked And Rusty, I'd Been Through That For A While
A Voice So Mild And Waily Came From Somewhere Where She'd Hide
I Wondered What That Could Be, Then I Glimpsed Her When She Sighed

Wouldn't Fake, Wouldn't Lie
She'd Be The Candle In A Pie

She'd Haul Me Fast, She'd Love Me Slow
She'd Pick Me Up... She'd Let Me Fall

Her Heart Had Room For Plenty, But Her Breath Was Somehow Sad
Yet She Would Look Quite Empty, How Her Sight Could Drive Me Mad
She Was So Bright And Pearly, Light And Shiny As The Sun
She Would Disappear Quite Early, If She Saw You Come Along

She would look down the floor and frown
She'd Be The Jewel In A Crown

JM : Guitarra/mandolina, voz JdA : Batería/Bajo ST : Bajo/Guitarra
Compuesta entre septiembre de 2004 y septiembre de 2005

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Last Will
(Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

I'll have a great death someday
A big party shall be held
I'll be taken down to burn
Spend the whole day in an urn
I've left some money in the bank
It's quite a lot, let us be frank
I'll have a great death someday
I hope to see you there

Why should I die I don't know
Sooner or later my soul must flow
I hope I know it before
The day the reaper knocks on my door
I've left some bottles in the fridge
I've left some more, but they're beyond your reach
I'll have a great death someday
I hope to see you there

I wonder if I'll have the time to say goodbye
I wish I knew, but I'm afraid I won't know till I die

So spread my ashes in the air
May they fall gently over your hair
There's no need to feel blue
A piece of me goes home with you
Get yourself a fancy dress
And drive your car to my address
I'll have a great death someday
I hope to see you there

Will cancer hit me? Will my heart stop beating? Or will it be an accident?
Will I be murdered? Will it be sordid? Or will I just come off age?

I'll have a great death someday
I hope to see you there

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada por Panic en enero de 2006, grabada en 2007 - 2009

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Gañán
(Pepe Jaráiz / Faux Filet)

Instrumental

JM : Guitarra JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada por Panic Democracy y Faux Filet en 2005

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Húmeda y Podrida
(Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

No dudo por un instante tu origen naviero
Conozco todos tus naufragios
Eres una nave de cascos ligeros

Evocas presencias, espectros y barcos piratas
Y olor a puerto pesquero
Sin tocar la flauta te siguen las ratas

Madera de fantasmilla es lo que tienes
Húmeda y podrida
Como una botella tirada en la orilla

Dices que ties la cabeza llena muebles
Tus muebles están carcomidos
De todas las veces que has mentido

Bodegas, barriles, miles de botellas de vino
Tú no mejoras con los años
Ni a base de roble ni alambre de espino

Madera de fantasmilla es lo que tienes
Húmeda y podrida
Como una barrica quebrada y roída

Tengo que reconocerte que tienes talento
Es sólo tu forma de usarlo
Como lo derrochas me pone violento

Te crees por lo menos que eres la reina del mambo
Atenta al siguiente naufragio
Tendrás mucha suerte si sales nadando

Madera de fantasmilla es lo que tienes
Húmeda y podrida
Como una botella tirada en la orilla

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada por Faux Filet entre junio y agosto de 2007

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Casinos y Furcias
(Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

Regento un puticlub de meretrices cachondas
Les cobro un alquiler, duermen en camas redondas
Destruyo la virtud, la extingo en todas sus formas
Fomento una actitud y unas costumbres hediondas

Presencio corrupción, crímenes y asesinatos
Mantengo al traídor siempre en el anonimato
Detesto la razón, rehuyo lo aconsejado
Procuro hacer el mal sin salir perjudicado

Predico la emoción de lo más desenfrenado
Provoco confusión, vivo en los golpes de estado
La santa inquisición, homicidio en primer grado
Recibo la ovación de los que están de mi lado

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada por Faux Filet entre enero y mayo de 2009

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Falta de Tiempo
(Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

Me falta el tiempo, no sé qué puedo hacer
Son tantas cosas que elegir, hay tanta opción donde escoger

Tareas pendientes, intermitentes
Entran y salen, ni van ni vienen
No las recuerdo, las desatiendo
Se desvanecen, desaparecen

¿Es ya la hora? Me ha pasado otra vez
Paro a pensar en qué gasto mi tiempo y no lo sé

Salen más planes que se amontonan
Se superponen, se desmoronan
Cambio de tercio y hago otras cosas
Se reordenan, se me rebelan

Pily está como yo, así estamos todos
Edu y Mery también, Ángel, Emilio, Javi y Belén
Tur no da abasto ya, Daniel no puede más
¿Quién coño vive bien si nadie tiene tiempo?
¿El Lolo dónde está? ¿De Antonio quién sabrá?
Podemos vernos más si nos lo proponemos

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada por Faux Filet entre mayo de 2008 y enero de 2010

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Momentos que nunca llegan
(Javier Mora / Faux Filet)

Dime que se ha caído el mito y que trabajar ya no merece la pena
Que las cosas ya no son como las viví, búscame a alguien que me entienda
Quítame años y ponme a pensar como el chaval que algún día fuera
Fuí tan imbécil como el que más las ha liado y no le da pena.

Coger las cosas con ilusión, ganarse el pan de cualquier manera
Hacerlo todo con la pasión más propia de alguien con más solera
Pocos recuerdos de aquellos años en los que todo lo bueno vuela
Algunos de esos se quedan, y te recuerdan lo que era

Encapricharse de lo mejor
Obsesionarse con ella
Irme a la tumba con mi Les Paul
Momentos que nunca llegan

Reflejos del verano de COU, cuatro colgados con sus guerreras
Tardes y noches de Tribunal y aquel local de ensayo ilegal
Las últimas vacaciones se van y a tu buzón llega una postal
Para entender quienes somos hoy ese período es fundamental

Vivirlo entonces fue lo mejor
Pillarse una buena mierda
Tocar el cielo, el primer amor
Momentos que nunca llegan

Alguna vuelta de tuerca más y el gran salto a la Universidad
Tantas personas aún por llegar
Pintarse el pelo de rojo para una fiesta de carnaval
Suena un vinilo te hace querer buscar gente para tocar

Pasan los años, te haces mayor
Ahora es de otra manera
Algo que nadie pudo robar
Momentos que nunca llegan

Que nunca llegan...
Y nunca se van
Que te recuerdan lo que era
Una eterna espera

JM : Guitarra, voz JdA : Batería ST : Bajo
Compuesta y preparada por Faux Filet entre septiembre y diciembre de 2010

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