Tales from my Street

TALES FROM MY STREET T H E B L AC K M A R K E T E X P E R I E N C E

ON ME

MAN IN BLACK

(Fluxá / Gordón)

(Pérez-Urría)

I’m thinking of you at the last moments with a traffic light at night

You were behind the window In a wooden house A hidden and spooky shape A furtive glance

You’re present in the song that drives me crazy in a forgotten poem

I saw you walking On the recent snow You looked so tired Man in black

You’re always present, any time, Murmur of rain On me, on me I lost my faith, in any place I see you in the scars on my face

I saw you cry when you were up I felt your thrill again Things are so twisted that nothing seems real

You’re always present, any time, Murmur of rain On me, on me

Nobody was aware of you A shadow in town They didn’t know your name Just a foreigner

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HEY SUE! (Fluxá) Clouds have come, always on his birthday Hearing all the time “you must work here at the plant” Late at night, Sue was there with The Dynamites Playing loud she showed him another way, to run away Play the C major chord and sing again He fell in love and wrote that song Hey Sue! You are my dreamboat Play loud Sue! And show me your truth Since that day, Sue has gig for his birthday And Joe is waiting for her, playing it cool at the bar He croons along her last song of the show “Sue I’m in love and wrote this song” Sing me it again, Joe Sing me it again Sing me my birthday love song again

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THE SHAME

LONG JOURNEY

(Fluxá)

(Gordón / Pérez-Urría)

I feel shame, Tell me, do you feel the same?

I hate you

Because you used to dream In starry nights With a soft warm breeze Spread your wings I open mine to wind I will make a wish

You say you care for me, don’t you?

But you care for me with an iron fist You have my dignity under your thumb.

It makes me feel this shame I will your love away with my fear I’m your deadly sin, don’t you feel the shame?

I feel a shame, I feel a shame

Because I have an old boat Covered in pitch Ready to leave Give yourself a chance Riding curly waves Creaking in the dark

I wish you would get tired of me I need the courage to run away I will my hate away from my heart You’re my deadly sin, don’t you feel the shame

This is a long, long journey To forgetfulness This is a long, long journey Heading nowhere

I’m your deadly sin, don’t you feel the shame?

Because I spend my time Searching for myself In a mental gap Far from here Bring me back again Write a lovely tale

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A MATTER OF TIME (Fluxá) I’m slave of poor decisions now I’m here in No One Place Wind blows in all directions there’s no mercy on my face It’s a matter of time lost my luck on one card And the scythe howled my name set the date for pay day It’s a matter of time Yeah, she howled my name

Game over, (it’s leaving time now) It’s all over, (I’m indebted to you) I’m a rover, (sitting in the first row) It’s leaving time now And it’s a matter of time, She howled my name She howled my name (Game over, it’s all over, I’m a rover) She howled my name

Your voice slits me open like a tusk on my neck Do you come here often?

Yeah, you wanna cut the deck

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WAIT

FOOLS

(Lerín / Pérez-Urría)

(Fluxá)

Wait It’s still a while to see the day It’s not the lark, it is still dark So stay

My story starts in Brighton Years ago, with the devil in me I don’t believe in gods, Well, only in the god of fools

Stay That sound is just the nightingale It’s not so bright, it is still night Not day

Bring me your rank, get down on your knees I could have it wrong, I felt shy Hey you, don’t leave me now I forgot the rules made by fools like you.

Hey you, don’t let me down The only real one you’ll see here is me Don’t look the other way, other way

It was the nightingale Let me be taken – for you Let me be beaten – I’ll stay Let me be killed – for your sake Let me stay – and die More light and light – More dark and dark

I moved to the downtown Trying to find the wisdom of crowds A beautiful old lady Told me secrets hidden for fools I can’t get it wrong, I’m a preacher for fools

Leave It is the lark that’s singing now Run for your life, I see the light Don’t fight

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I AM A TRAMP

IN THE JAIL

(Pérez-Urría)

(Fluxá)

A bit of water on my face A morning drink to die again Scrambled eggs to resurrect That’s what I need right now to live

You live here at the top of the world, Thousand miles away from the road Pissing all over our faces Thirty days in the real shit Working wonders to pay the tab There are no treasures in hidden places

And this is my land Dust on the road Walking alone Wasting my time

All my reasons Its not my pleasure… No! No money for my sons

I am a homeless man, I’m a tramp I have a broken car and a one-eyed dog Don’t try to change my life

I’m working harder To pay your tax again I see a loser sitting in the jail

I say good morning every day People need feel scared I don’t know where I’m going I won’t bother you, don’t bother me

With a simple gesture I can dethrone you You will shake when you hear my voice again All your money is not enough to buy my soul It’s not enough

And this is my land Dust on the road Walking alone Wasting my time

Now you’re knocking on the gates of Hell, There’s no freedom, I don’t sell Work it harder, your last choice

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I’M NOT YOUR MAN (Fluxá) She’s now a grown up girl, has a close call From the last day of the world.

A cannon fodder on a TV show, far away She dreams of your gorgeous game.

I’m so sorry lady, I can’t give you all you trust I’m so sorry lady, I’m not your man I’m so sorry lady, I don’t dream with your empty fame

Tell me, did you cry?

He’s the price to survive I can’t give you all you trust I’m so sorry lady, so sorry I’m not your man

Tell me, did you cry?

He’s the price to survive I can’t give you all you trust I’m so sorry lady, so sorry I’m not your man

You’re living now a nightmare, I’m outside Of your red carpet 3 a.m., 4 below zero, I’m still watching, Looking for your face again

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THE SOUND OF MY STREET (Fluxá / Pérez-Urría) Every Sunday was my favorite day Now it’s Monday, I don’t care Here’s my money, till the end with him John is singing Paper Thin.

Night is red, all is colorful “Say yes, oh baby say yes” We hold every single day “Oh cheers, cheers to bad girls”.

Never late to run away We are joking all night We know, time never comes back That’s the reason, one more track

Never late to run away We are joking all the night We know, time never comes back That’s the reason, one more track

All the laughs are the sound of my street, I fell in the hedge with tricks Sun goes up singing bye bye love I’m a receiver of your wishes All the stories we could tell

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Damos la bienvenida a Carlos Gil Madrigal, nuevo componente de TBME, a los teclados.

Y nuestro sincero agradecimiento: a Domingo Patiño por sacar lo mejor de nosotros, y a Luis de la Guardia por sus consejos; a Mónica y Sandra por su imprescindible aportación.

A Andrew por corregir nuestros errores, a Leticia por su generosidad llena de color, y a Chapo por el logo.

A Sergio por estar siempre ahí. A Loreto y Elena de 251 Platea.

A nuestras familias que nos soportan y apoyan.

Al Rowland, por los viejos tiempos (y los que quedan por llegar).

A todo el mundo de la música con sus virtudes y defectos.

A los músicos que nos inspiran.

Y sobre todo, a los que nos escucháis, nos animáis, nos aplaudís y nos acompañáis. Este nuevo disco también es para vosotros.

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