Souvenir Off by Fernando Bocadillos
Cover design and photo layout tricks: Ingrid Cold
Tracklist
| 1. | Stick it up | 1:29 |
| 2. | Almagro (Carla ain't going back to Berlin) | 5:09 |
| 3. | Nobody knows how to dance | 3:33 |
| 4. | My life as a dog | 3:48 |
| 5. | From the moon | 3:51 |
| 6. | Peter O'Toole: "The trick, William Potter, is not minding that it hurts" | 0:04 |
| 7. | Fry them potatoes (High Octave Reprise) | 4:24 |
| 8. | Intro? | 0:48 |
| 9. | How can I save my soul today | 3:53 |
| 10. | Blues for Kascha | 4:22 |
| 11. | The system that drives you | 3:31 |
| 12. | Paper towels | 11:56 |
| 13. | Paint a city for me | 5:53 |
| 14. | Outro? | 0:49 |
Credits
released May 19, 2021
BACK IN THE SADDLE
I confess that when I pissed on your face and you smiled
you smiled
but that was never an issue with you
It could have taken a shit on your head
gladly
and you would have giggled
but im not shure if it was she or
somebody else
like
I know to whom I inserted a telephone tube
in her pussy
i remember the fat chick with the poop inside her asshole and my finger
touching it
it felt like peas
and I remember this other one who
refuse to get fucked
i would kiss her and she would give me no tonge
raided my refrigerator clean and returned
pristine and stupid back to the ice
I remember this other one beast
too cool not to steal 500 pesos off my jacket pocket
I wish I had not slept with her
she didnt
I threw her out after the second meeting
she wanted to have my baby
immediately
"Or else Im going to go to Paraguay and BUY ONE!"
There is not much going on in my sex life after my 35th birthday
I dont miss any of that sick action
and I dont want to make anybody cry anymore
Its just so hard to to be more than enough to anybody
The ones thatc dont enter your house you are the nicer ones
you look into hteir eyes and you can see your own mistakes
from day one to this very day
and its sad
and I havent been too brave or too handsome or too polite
or too sexual or too vague about my feelings
women want courtjesters with big dicks
or a wedding cake perfumed void simulator
the in-betweens like me
at my age
we masturbate with old magazine scans borrowed from
the intenet
we want a steak
we go to sleep early
we dont need action movies anymore
we know why Rambo was always being chased and killing other man
(GAY)
we see our bellies grow larger and our hairlines grow father and father
backwards behind our heads and you think
its ok, its ok that it is happening
its ok to be alone and in peace with no distractions
and then
the phone rings
and you jump 8 feet in the air and six feet underground
its her again.
solo fotos y recurdos si te he visto no me acuerdo
en la repisa las fotos los ojos de aquellos que han muerto
y como aquellos esta muertos me han matado a mi tambien
me dicen que estoy enfermo y abandonaron mi tren
vivo solo vivo entero, ya no gusto no me quiero
dicen que soy un perro que estoy loco pero cuerdo
si deciden es con desidia si decien es con silencio
y ahora solo yo me acuerdo de que fui algo mas que perro
solo esperan enterrar,me , ya no quieren nada darme
navegando en mi velero en este quieto mar de fuego
una vez yo fui alguno ahora no soy mas que naide
fui bandera y escarapela ahora un negro estandarte
nadie toca ya el timbre solo veo el dinero
que se va alla a lo lejos para el plato de un ciego
no importa si suicido si me alejo si me quiero
cada uno por su lado y mi lado es mas adentro
si tenes que hacer alguna, una mano no la veo
porque quien ama un extraño, es extraño que sea cierto.
BACK IN THE SADDLE
I confess that when I pissed on your face and you smiled
you smiled
but that was never an issue with you
It could have taken a shit on your head
gladly
and you would have giggled
but im not shure if it was she or
somebody else
like
I know to whom I inserted a telephone tube
in her pussy
i remember the fat chick with the poop inside her asshole and my finger
touching it
it felt like peas
and I remember this other one who
refuse to get fucked
i would kiss her and she would give me no tonge
raided my refrigerator clean and returned
pristine and stupid back to the ice
I remember this other one beast
too cool not to steal 500 pesos off my jacket pocket
I wish I had not slept with her
she didnt
I threw her out after the second meeting
she wanted to have my baby
immediately
"Or else Im going to go to Paraguay and BUY ONE!"
There is not much going on in my sex life after my 35th birthday
I dont miss any of that sick action
and I dont want to make anybody cry anymore
Its just so hard to to be more than enough to anybody
The ones thatc dont enter your house you are the nicer ones
you look into hteir eyes and you can see your own mistakes
from day one to this very day
and its sad
and I havent been too brave or too handsome or too polite
or too sexual or too vague about my feelings
women want courtjesters with big dicks
or a wedding cake perfumed void simulator
the in-betweens like me
at my age
we masturbate with old magazine scans borrowed from
the intenet
we want a steak
we go to sleep early
we dont need action movies anymore
we know why Rambo was always being chased and killing other man
(GAY)
we see our bellies grow larger and our hairlines grow father and father
backwards behind our heads and you think
its ok, its ok that it is happening
its ok to be alone and in peace with no distractions
and then
the phone rings
and you jump 8 feet in the air and six feet underground
its her again.
solo fotos y recurdos si te he visto no me acuerdo
en la repisa las fotos los ojos de aquellos que han muerto
y como aquellos esta muertos me han matado a mi tambien
me dicen que estoy enfermo y abandonaron mi tren
vivo solo vivo entero, ya no gusto no me quiero
dicen que soy un perro que estoy loco pero cuerdo
si deciden es con desidia si decien es con silencio
y ahora solo yo me acuerdo de que fui algo mas que perro
solo esperan enterrar,me , ya no quieren nada darme
navegando en mi velero en este quieto mar de fuego
una vez yo fui alguno ahora no soy mas que naide
fui bandera y escarapela ahora un negro estandarte
nadie toca ya el timbre solo veo el dinero
que se va alla a lo lejos para el plato de un ciego
no importa si suicido si me alejo si me quiero
cada uno por su lado y mi lado es mas adentro
si tenes que hacer alguna, una mano no la veo
porque quien ama un extraño, es extraño que sea cierto.
License
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Esta es mi vida y la banda sonora de mis dias, y se las dedico a ustedes, corazones en la vida exterior, con todo el alma tremula que puedo dar. No me juzgues por la pasión o ls torpeza brillante, sino por los espacio entre las notas, que son el silencio que otorgo para que me envies tu corazon, tu ansia, tu carta, tu trabajo, tu botella desperada, tal cual es la mía.