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LA DO A BROTHER SPORT

Open up your, open up your Open up your throat And let the all of that time All of that time, all of that time go I know it sucks that daddy’s done But try to think of what you want You got to open up your Open up your, open up your Open up your throat Matt Open up your (open up your) Open up your throat

Open up your, open up your Open up your throat And let the all of that time All of that time, all of that time go I know it sucks that daddy’s done But try to think of what you want You got to open up your Open up your, open up your throat Matt

Support your brother (sports brother) Support your brother You got to weigh what he said To help you shape the way you play You gotta get rid of the mourning Sort out the habits of your mind Until fully grown You got a real good shot Won’t help to hold inside Keep it real keep it real shout out

Cecília Vasconcelos @titibevi

AL OD A

BROTHER SPORT Open up your, open up your Open up your throat And let the all of that time All of that time, all of that time go I know it sucks that daddy’s done But try to think of what you want You got to open up your Open up your, open up your Open up your throat Matt Open up your (open up your) Open up your throat Open up your, open up your Open up your throat And let the all of that time All of that time, all of that time go I know it sucks that daddy’s done But try to think of what you want You got to open up your Open up your, open up your throat Matt Support your brother (sports brother) Support your brother You got to weigh what he said To help you shape the way you play You gotta get rid of the mourning Sort out the habits of your mind Until fully grown You got a real good shot Won’t help to hold inside Keep it real keep it real shout out

Cecília Vasconcelos @titibevi

MY GIRLS There isn’t much that I feel I need A solid soul and the blood I bleed But with a little girl, and by my spouse I only want a proper house I don’t care for fancy things Or to take part in the freshest wave But to provide for mine who ask I will, with heart, on my father’s grave On my father’s grave I don’t mean To seem like I care about material things Like a social status I just want Four walls and adobe slabs For my girls

Gustavo Stresser @gutostresser

FIREWORKS Oooh oooh oooh Now it’s day and I’ve been trying To get that taste off my tongue I was dreaming of just you Now our cereal, it is warm Attractive day in the rubble Of the night from before I can’t walk in a vacuum I feel ugly, feel my pores It’s the trees of this day That I do battle with for the light Then I start to feel tragic People greet me, I’m polite “What’s the day?” “what are you doing?”

“How’s your mood?” “how’s that song?”

Man it passes right by me It’s behind me, now it’s gone

I can’t lift you up cause my mind is tired It’s family beaches that I desire A sacred night, where we’ll watch the fireworks The frightened babies poo They’ve got two flashing eyes and they’re colored why They make me feel that I’m only all I see sometimes Oooh oooh oooh I was eating with a good friend who said “A genii made me out of the earth’s skin” But in spite of her she is my birth kin She spits me out in her surly blood rivers All the people life lurking in Dominions of a hot turk dish If elephants are reaching for our purses Then meet me after the world with the shivers “What’s the day?” “what are you doing?”

“How’s your food?” “how’s that song?”

Man it passes right by me It’s behind me now it’s gone I can’t lift you up cause my mind is tired It’s family beaches that I desire That sacred night where we watched the fireworks They frightened the babies and you know They’ve got two flashing eyes and If they are color blind, they make me feel That you’re only what I see sometimes Oooh oooh oooh I can’t lift you up cause my mind is tired It’s family beaches that I desire That sacred night where we watched the fireworks They frightened the babies and you know They’ve got two flashing eyes and If they are color blind, they make me feel That I’m only all I see sometimes

Diego Windmoller @diego.wind

Lucas Santiago @_lucartes_

FLORIDADA Child of limousines What’s the best place That you have seen All of the hands That you have shook Home of the queen of Everything fancy Is there a smell That you can tell Gives you some peace Sends you to hell All of the beds That you have yearned Is there a dream to Where you’d return Where is the plight With the most stars Where do you drink

By Echo guitars What’s the best shore Seen from a boat Miniature heads that Color the shore line If you could rest A minute to tell Get me some grass Iridescent shells I know there’s a nest Fit with a hatch Sunset a glowin’ Makes us all sweaty I don’t even know where to begin Or how I should start these days The green mountain south or

The Clay of the westerns The Maryland meadows at midnight They do have a misty grace Take a trip to blue bayou Find Roy Orbison cryin’ A continent molded from glass Or maybe a town I can taste Dresses that glow on Girls from Barcelona I wanna discover the key And open the everywhere place A mix of sky from Montana Dipped in FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Old demented men Where is the place We can extend Crooked state lines Polka dot signs Say that this place is A state of mind Pretty lip girls Paint me the halls Not on a street Not near a mall Raise me a thumb

From human skin That isn’t judged by Where it begins Show me the clams Show me the pearls Mail me a note Sent from a world That isn’t so far And always right here Where all the boundaries Have disappeared And all the nights Are stitched with a glue That’s sticking to me And I’ll stick to you I’ll take your hands You’ll take my face And everywhere home will Be a good place I found myself there a collagin’ With all of the human race A dancer from Ghana Smiling in Tijuana I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada And corn on the plates A smear of gardenia In the fair hair of sweden And maybe I actually visited Some sort of mythical place Or was it a future Connected by sutures Oh let’s go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place I see the lads from Osaka

Dyed in FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada

LA DO B PEACEBONE

A peacebone got found in the dinosaur wing I’ve been jumping all over but my views are slowly shrinking I was a Jugular vein in a juggler’s girl I was supposedly leaking the most interesting colors While half of my fingers are dipped in the sand You progress in letters, but you’re used to cooking broccoli The other side of take out is mildew on rice And an obsession with the past is like a dead fly Only a few things are related to the “old times” Then we did believe in magic and we did die It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insides You’re just an inside Adjust your insides You’re just an inside

I’ll bet the monster was happy when they made him a maze ‘Cause he don’t understand intentions, he just looks at a face I’ll bet the bubbles exploded to tickle the bath All the birds are very curious, all the fish are at the surface With half of me waiting for myself to get calm I’m like a pelican at red tide, I’m a corpse, I’m not a fisherman And a blowout does not mean I will have a good night ‘Cause an obsession with the past is like a dead fly And just a few things are related to the “old times” When we did believe in magic and we did die It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insides You’re just an inside Adjust your insides You’re just an inside

I start in a hose and I’ll end in a yard When I feel like I’m stealing I can’t keep myself from hearing God Only the taste of your cooking can make me bow on the ground It was the clouds that carved the mountains, it was the mountains that made the kids scream Oh well she bore all her parts but she never was found You think “I’ll carve a path through New York and be an artist”, but are you anything?

Then you find out you can’t ask a baby to cry And an obsession with the past is like a dead fly And just a few things are related to the “old times” When we did believe in magic and we did die It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insides You’re just an inside Adjust your insides You’re just an inside

FLORIDADA Child of limousines What’s the best place That you have seen All of the hands That you have shook Home of the queen of Everything fancy Is there a smell That you can tell Gives you some peace Sends you to hell All of the beds That you have yearned Is there a dream to Where you’d return Where is the plight With the most stars Where do you drink

By Echo guitars What’s the best shore Seen from a boat Miniature heads that Color the shore line If you could rest A minute to tell Get me some grass Iridescent shells I know there’s a nest Fit with a hatch Sunset a glowin’ Makes us all sweaty I don’t even know where to begin Or how I should start these days The green mountain south or

The Clay of the westerns The Maryland meadows at midnight They do have a misty grace Take a trip to blue bayou Find Roy Orbison cryin’ A continent molded from glass Or maybe a town I can taste Dresses that glow on Girls from Barcelona I wanna discover the key And open the everywhere place A mix of sky from Montana Dipped in FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Old demented men Where is the place We can extend Crooked state lines Polka dot signs Say that this place is A state of mind Pretty lip girls Paint me the halls Not on a street Not near a mall Raise me a thumb

AL OD B

From human skin That isn’t judged by Where it begins Show me the clams Show me the pearls Mail me a note Sent from a world That isn’t so far And always right here Where all the boundaries Have disappeared And all the nights Are stitched with a glue That’s sticking to me And I’ll stick to you I’ll take your hands You’ll take my face And everywhere home will Be a good place

I found myself there a collagin’ With all of the human race A dancer from Ghana Smiling in Tijuana I Frankenstein java with touches of Prada And corn on the plates A smear of gardenia In the fair hair of sweden And maybe I actually visited Some sort of mythical place Or was it a future Connected by sutures Oh let’s go get lost in the image I made of the everywhere place I see the lads from Osaka

Lucas Santiago @_lucartes_

Dyed in FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Where’s the bridge that’s gonna take me home The bridge that someone’s fighting over A bridge that someone’s paying for A bridge so old so let it go Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada Flori, Flori, Flori, Flori, Florida FloriDada, FloriDada

PEACEBONE A peacebone got found in the dinosaur wing I’ve been jumping all over but my views are slowly shrinking I was a Jugular vein in a juggler’s girl I was supposedly leaking the most interesting colors While half of my fingers are dipped in the sand You progress in letters, but you’re used to cooking broccoli The other side of take out is mildew on rice And an obsession with the past is like a dead fly Only a few things are related to the “old times” Then we did believe in magic and we did die It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insides You’re just an inside Adjust your insides You’re just an inside

I’ll bet the monster was happy when they made him a maze ‘Cause he don’t understand intentions, he just looks at a face I’ll bet the bubbles exploded to tickle the bath All the birds are very curious, all the fish are at the surface With half of me waiting for myself to get calm I’m like a pelican at red tide, I’m a corpse, I’m not a fisherman And a blowout does not mean I will have a good night ‘Cause an obsession with the past is like a dead fly And just a few things are related to the “old times” When we did believe in magic and we did die It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insides You’re just an inside Adjust your insides You’re just an inside

I start in a hose and I’ll end in a yard When I feel like I’m stealing I can’t keep myself from hearing God Only the taste of your cooking can make me bow on the ground It was the clouds that carved the mountains, it was the mountains that made the kids scream Oh well she bore all her parts but she never was found You think “I’ll carve a path through New York and be an artist”, but are you anything?

Then you find out you can’t ask a baby to cry And an obsession with the past is like a dead fly And just a few things are related to the “old times” When we did believe in magic and we did die It’s not my words that you should follow, it’s your insides You’re just an inside Adjust your insides You’re just an inside

Natália Catunda @catundanatalia

BLUISH I’m getting lost in your curls I’m drawing pictures on your skin, so soft it twirls I like your looks when you get mean I know I shouldn’t say so but when you Claw me like a cat, I’m beaming I like the way you squeeze my hand Pulling me into another dream, A lucid dream.

Put on the dress that I like It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there

I’m getting lost in your curls I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see not for boys, they’re just for me Hurry to talk, from far away

I’m getting lost in your curls I’m getting rushed back on a whim, Our breaths get wind Back to the time when we were green I know we have changed But I still grin ‘cause I can’t wait to see you Back to the time I touched your hair When I was so scared to look that mean, I think it’s weird

I can see you, you curl your fists and you pull your hair When we’re alone, I wanna say Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe

I’m getting lost in your curls I’m getting crushed out on the things that only I should see They’re not for boys, they’re just for me Girl you can talk, from far away

It’s so hard for me Only to get the urge to kiss you there When we’re alone, I wanna say Let’s just stay in, no one’s here in our apartment babe Put on the clothes that I like It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you’re lying there Put on your clothes that I like It makes me so crazy, though I can’t say why Keep on your stockings for a while Some kind of magic in the way you talk about your Blue eyeshadow It’s not exactly blue no And if you too call it Anything but your blue.

SUMMERTIME CLOTHES Sweet summer night and I’m stripped to my sheets Forehead is leaking, my AC squeaks and A voice from the clock says, “You’re not gonna get tired” My bed is a pool and the walls are on fire Soak my head in the sink for a while Chills on my neck and it makes me smile but My bones have to move and my skin’s gotta breathe You pick up the phone and I’m so relieved You slide down your stairs to the heated street And the sun has left us with slippery feet And I want to walk around with you And I want to walk around with you And be here with you, we’re goin’

It doesn’t really matter, I’ll go where you feel Hunt for the breeze, get a midnight meal I point in the windows, you point out the parks Rip off your sleeves and I’ll ditch my socks We’ll dance to the songs from the cars as they pass Weave through the cardboard, smell that trash Walking around in our summertime clothes, Nowhere to go while our bodies glow And we’ll greet the dawn in its morning blues With purple yawn, you’ll be sleeping soon And I want to walk around with you And I want to walk around with you When the sun goes down, we’ll go out again Don’t cool off, I like your warmth

Let’s leave the sound of the heat for the sound of the rain It’s easy to sleep when it wets my brain It covers my rest with a saccharine sheen Kissing the wind through my window screen The restlessness calls us, that I cannot hide So much on my mind that it spills outside Do you want to go stroll down the financial street?

Our clothes might get soaked, but the buildings sleep And there’s no one pushing for a place As we end up at an easy pace And I want to walk around with you And I want to walk around with you I want to walk around with you Just you, just you, just you...

Lucas Santiago @_lucartes_

Anitta Ferreira @barranits

KINDA BONKERS Life is so French toast to me If you wait too long It gets black and weak If there’s fire that’s good But we can’t burn it all away for food Balance the light from the sky To your seat on, on your feet Through your errors and days I’m tryna reach out to you Yes, I’m talking to you You’re the one in the room We’ll share a moment, let’s meet We’re a fire with heat You didn’t know, not me We all start suddenly And get carried so far away Synchronicities Obscurities Complexities It’s like I knew this would be happening I went, “Oh my, oh god, only you!”

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Asking my friend “Have you ever felt like Really bonkers?

Kinda bonkers?

Pretty bonkers?

Kinda bonkers?”

Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind

Underwater show I went to the bro My head was exploding I said, “Man this Earth is

Don’t you want to know?

Knowing a mama’s nose Mending woes, healing herbs Dancing in a hoopla Is bonkers Kinda bonkers Pretty bonkers Kinda bonkers Standing in line again Laughing and then

Really bonkers Kinda bonkers Pretty bonkers Kinda bonkers!”

Irrepressibility Sustainability Impossibility What the fuck is happening?

I was like, “Oh man, oh Jesus, oh!”

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Are you seeing you?

Are you seeing me?

Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind Don’t you feel me, feel your heart shine?

Unity of all kind, unity of all kind