1. |
Você
04:17
|
|||
|
Cuando te vi por la primera vez
Llorando como ese tipo Rodríguez
E ultimamente não sei que fazer
Cos of it all—your mouth, eyes and hair
And I’ve seen you playing around
Seems you could take me away from this town
Iria a São Paolo, Londres ou Paris
As long as you would be with me
Eu só quero mais de você
I want to be the one
And always be there
Me chame gatinha
Serei a sua mulher
Viverei na sua vida
Em qualquer temporada
Y si tú estas conmigo
No necesito más nada
Para você, eu iria a igreja
Porque quero estar onde você estiver
Haré todo por tenerte aquí conmigo
Hold you close and never ever let go
A sua língua não deve estar
Em nenhum outro lugar do que a minha boca
Más bonito, tu piel como miel
Y si tú fueras mío, no sería infiel
Eu só quero mais de você
I want to be the one
And always be there
Me chame gatinha
Serei a sua mulher
Viverei na sua vida
Em qualquer temporada
Y si tú estas conmigo
No necesito más nada
Si tú fueras mío, no te dejaría dejar
La cama nuestra aun por azar
Estoy segura que tu piel es mi pecado
Por eso no he dejado
De pensar en ti
No me dejes…
|
||||
2. |
Fantasize
04:17
|
|||
|
I don’t know why
You say the things that you do
And you do the things that you do to me
I can’t explain
But every time I see you
I just look away and smile stupidly
And I don’t want to feel this way
It gets worse every day
And I don’t wanna look at you
But I don’t know what else I can do
I don’t know what else I can do
I know that it
Can't be right to lay on the floor
And cry about you
Why can't it be
That I could be the one for you
And you would be the only one for me
And I don’t want to feel this way
It gets worse every day
And I don’t wanna look at you
But I don’t know what else I can do
I don’t know what else I can do
Oh sí te quiero
Si tú me quieres a mí
No te prometo un mundo
Sólo prometo un sí
Et un jour tu verras
Y me llevarás
A un lugar que je sais pas
Mais tal vez quiero más
I don’t know why
About you I fantasize
I don’t know why
About you I fantasize
|
||||
3. |
Pulling Teeth
03:19
|
|||
|
I must speak in tongues
A language you don’t know
I must be telling lies
To have something to hide behind
Maybe I don’t know the masculine
I just know the skin I’m in
But you think that I’m to blame
And you pile on excuses meant to shame
But talking to you is like pulling teeth
Your mouth is full, but I can’t eat
Talking to you is like looking for gold
In a world where every piece has been sold
You can’t hear a thing
When I try to speak
It means nothing to you
All you did to me
And you try to justify
Your idiocy with lies
I still think that I’m to blame
All of those excuses meant to shame
But talking to you is like pulling teeth
Your mouth is full, but I can’t eat
Talking to you is like looking for gold
In a world where every piece has been sold
|
||||
4. |
On The Phone
01:54
|
|||
|
I wanted you more than any one before
I thought you would never change
I thought we had it all in our hands
|
||||
5. |
Lose All The Time
04:14
|
|||
|
I hate you for what you've done to me
You stole what I would give away for free
And now I don't want nothing anymore
And my problems are dealt with destructively
Promised a life of forbidden charms
And not one where I would seek to harm
Now I don't want you anymore
You stole the life I didn't know I wanted before
You gave me all that I dreamed of
You gave me something that I thought I'd need
Something that was so full of love
Something I still can't believe...
But still I wonder why
I have to lose all the time
I hate myself for ever wanting you
I hate myself for making it so easy too
Now I'm down and I can never win
Scars will fade, but still I sink in sin
You promised nothing, took it all away
Everything you said yesterday
Now I don't want you anymore
You stole the life I didn't know I wanted before
You gave me nothing left to think of
You gave me something that I didn't need
Something so different from love
Something I still can't believe...
But still I wonder why
I have to lose all the time
Will I ever win, this seems so unfair
Or is this just life, I need to learn not to care
It seems so cruel to have it end like this
When every day I see the very thing I miss
I dread what I feel when I'm alone
I'll take your pedestal, drag you off your throne
No price is worth what I paid for this
When now I know what I really miss
|
||||
Cherry Ripe Orlando, Florida
I make music whenever I can or whenever inspiration hits. It's always good when those two things come at the same time.
If you like Cherry Ripe, you may also like:
When not playing bass in Beliefs, this 23-year-old Toronto resident makes rowdy & roughed-up, dreamy psyche pop.
go to album
Former pageant queen Caroline Weinroth takes aim at the competitive world of Miss America with this bouncy, grungy power-pop EP.
go to album
Frantic Semantic EP
by Grow Rich
Fuzzy and swirling shoegaze soundscapes from Indonesia full of emotion and DIY spirit.
go to album
Lowdown Ways
by DADDY LONG LEGS
The NYC trio push their blown-out garage-blues sound into new territory, on both reinterpreted classics and originals.
go to album
Model View Controller
by Chick Quest
Roiling dancefloor post-punk. a chance to get down for those who feel alienated by the social patterns of modern culture.
go to album
Under The Surface
by Nameless Ghost
The wrenching songs on the latest from Nameless Ghost tackle loss and grief amidst toothy indie rock.
go to album
Four great, delicate songs from heka that are both gentle and haunting, graceful vocal melodies floating across a bed of acoustic guitar.
go to album
