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Circus
04:07
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Ladies and gentlemen
Today is Sunday and tonight,
Under the magic tent, you will see…
Marvellous animals coming far from here
…and special music such as Cassandra’s sons & the Bastards Band
I have to say…
Welcome to the circus!
Children, have you ever seen
A girl as lion
Who with her bear
Deceives the tamer in the cage?
Please, attention to the clown
He offers a bit of cake
before he stamps it on his face
somebody flies inside the tent
Behind mountains, Macondo streets
wait for caravans to the world of walking dreams
Flights and smiles and the cannonball.
Freaks are business, is our life the real one?
Applaud me, Applaud me, Applaud me,
The tent will cover us tonight
Applaud me, Applaud me, Applaud me,
When the lights and sound go off
Applaud me with my animals,
Fancy trapezers and clowns.
Gathering at Jumbo’s home
come to enjoy the show (bis 2)
+ Bridge + Refrain
Parents have you ever been
beside the dancers
who with their feet
..... Crowd's.......
The costumes are our clothes
The mask is our face
and our roots come with the tent
the won't stop at any place
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2. |
Raise My Voice
04:05
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At six my hands held to a plow
Spiked dad’s bottles scared me so
Mother tucked me in with her soft songs
No she had no choice
Time would not be kind again
dreams would vanish in the rain
alone and cold I felt as I found fire
and learnt to raise my voice
And now,
we still hold on to doubt
Here we'll stay and shout
with friends that take the hoes in call for fire
we'll stand up to inspire
Awe for fear no more
(tell us what to sing!)
Singing that last breath
(many of us are here!)
Human we'll remain
(stand for us and)
Lived and loved
Our hands are still all that we have
[And] we’ve not forgotten how to laugh
Brave we stand and though it is not easy
We’ve learnt to raise our voice!
And now,
we still hold on to doubt
Here we'll stay and shout
with friends that take the hoes in call for fire
we'll stand up to inspire
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3. |
Dark Octopus
04:38
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I saw your skinny arm
Grab a pencil
Excuse me I smiled I laughed
My glass was empty
You’re lovely when you try playing your guitar,
Like a phony clown looking serious
Turn it on, it’s gonna be all right
The only way is trying beyond the night
The way is paved, enjoy this sort of fight-it-it
The only way is playing and doing it right
And I dream every night about octopus
Its arms play our drums and the accordion at the same time
I dance every night with dark octopus
Shine… in Laura Palmer’s club
We went on a trip, we never dared before
On the way we found bastards on the road
In a flying van where the fools are kings
We have cut the ropes that tied our wings
Turn it on, it’s gonna be all right
The only way is trying beyond the night
The way is paved, enjoy this sort of fight-it-it
The only way is play and doing it right
And I dream every night about octopus
Its arms play our drums and the accordion at the same time
I dance every night with dark octopus
Shine… in Laura Palmer’s club
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4. |
Pont des Arts
05:29
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Mil vuit-cents noranta-tres
és l'any en què el Josep
fulleja una revista
modernista
en un cafè
Avui el Josep ha decidit
amb una copa de Pastís
que ja és hora d'arriscar-se
per fi anar-se'n
a París
I no sap
si ha fet bé
en marxar
com si res
(Bridge)
I és que París és tan gran
més si no parles francès
(Estribill!)
(ell creu que) sempre serà jove
que li queda temps per tot
però li espera una sorpresa:
que estarà... sempre sol.
Un cop ja arriba l'hivern
s'ha acostumat als carrers
a les nits llargues i fredes
de galledes
i pinzells.
Però el temps passa pel Josep
entre quadres i bordells
i aprèn que no li fan falta
dones, fama,
ni calers.
(estrofa nova, com a la primera part)
Sap que res
pot durar
que serà
oblidat.
(bridge 2)
I és que tot se li fa estrany
aquesta nit al Pont des Arts.
(estribill 2)
(Veu que no) tornarà a ser jove
que aquell ja no és el seu temps
que no queden més sorpreses
que no ho vol... però s'ha fet vell
(INSTRUMENTAL)
(bridge 3)
L'home del mirall del riu
mentre recorda somriu
(Dr. Estribill 3)
(i pensa en) aquell gran viatge
en els pits de l'Amandine
en el traç d'algun paisatge
tants records
de quan creia que era jove
i quedava temps per tot
i esperant una sorpresa
es va quedar... sempre sol.
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5. |
All These Papers
02:59
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Late nights take a toll and it’s not so clear
That once long ago you felt alive
You hide all alone wear your proud veneer
You stand you’re head tall and you will not shrive
So long, have you lost your almighty fear?
I sense that your soul’s (has) taken a dive
The doors are unlocked, take that step my dear
Takes strength to wannna thrive
What you say
You come our way
And drink your freedom away
Left to the wild
The rare side of men
We’ll die like them anyway
- (M) Where are you from, where (do) you belong?
Your roots, your boots, your feet are strong
- (A) I sailed the ship now I’m asleep
Let’s seize the day
- (A) That train is mine, you want a ride?
Mysterious man pours us some wine
- (M) You’re waking life -you're ready, jump-
Reaches the station now
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Cassandra's Sons Barcelona, Spain
Cassandra's Sons & The Bastards Band és un grup que neix el 2011 i ha tocat des de llavors a nombroses sales i bars de Barcelona. Guiats tots ells per la seva passió per la música i per una desacomplexada voluntat d'experimentació, la seva proposta s'orienta cap a la música de carrer amb la influència de ritmes i sonoritats d'arrels populars com el folk britànic o els sons balcànics, ... more
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