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I prepare for the evening, light up a joint, add lipstick to already red lips. With my index finger, I press the "play" button, a few seconds later Alfredo fills my body with adrenaline, with his dragged pounding, I'm going 100mph and it doesn't matter if I crash, Garcia will caress my hair with his voice while I perish.
It's a constant giving in and taking back, glancing in a thousand directions, touching, brushing, the lizard still on a rock, sun, I'm still not moving.
And I can't do it, I have to move, I have to slither like a snake, jump like a flea, Homme's guitar always so damn present, impossible not to love, it slips between your thighs, gets inside, and cuts off your breath, suffocates and liberates you, and Reeder grips my hips, follows me slowly, insistently, takes me and lets me go, this is not just music, this is an orgy, and you want them all inside you, you give attention to all four without exclusions, because they all take you differently, creating a synergy so intense that it leaves you falling exhausted onto the bed.
Light up another little joint. Close your eyes, there's the moon. John Garcia's voice is one of the most beautiful voices I know, anger and sweetness, right and wrong, a voice you cannot say no to. The kids take you high, show you the stars, the night, the fear.
You come down, what do you do? It's just a dream. I dance with the snake, arch my back, completely surrender on the obsessive and heavy notes of El Rodeo, I adore these kids, what they were, the trips I made with their music in my portable, subway gray cold bed rain office, no, what the hell, I'm in California I'm in the desert I'm wherever I want to be.
And then? Then what? Then it's true, it was true, now it's not anymore, now there are co-productions, there are the majors, but what do I care, this album is here and will always be, like the others, like the "after" which is now, what changes? What changes for me what John Garcia does, if he cures hemorrhoids in dogs or if the other snorts the entire GDP of Colombia and NOW produces mediocre stuff. What the hell do I care, I have this record. Ustedes?
Tracklist Lyrics and Videos
01 Hurricane (02:42)
I feel nothin', said I don't feel nothin'
And I won't feel nothing at all
I found somethin', said I really found somethin'
And I won't take nothin' at all
Get me up, get me up, now I've suffered
My life has blown me away
I can't breathe, said I can't breathe nothin'
And I won't fuckin' breathe at all
I feel nothin', said I don't feel nothin'
And I won't feel nothing at all
Found somethin', said I really found somethin'
And I won't take nothin' at all
Get me up, get me up, I've suffered
My life has done me away
Can't breathe, said I can't breathe nothin'
And I can't fuckin' breathe at all
02 One Inch Man (03:31)
One Inch Man - lonely soul
Two Inch Man (Two Inch Man) - gimme more
Five steps and back, get him back
Three steps enough, get him up
Always so lonely, lonely, lonely (2x)
One Inch Man, lonely soul
Two Inch Man, gimme more
Always so lonely, lonely, lonely
One Inch Man, he's so lonely, oh, he's breathin'
Damn my thoughts for you, do you really wanna fuck me?
Love my time for you, do you really wanna hold me?
Had my time for you, do you really wanna hold me?
Love my time for you, do you really wanna?
Always so lonely, One Inch Man, he's breathin'
Always so lonely, lonely, lonely
One Inch Man, he's so lonely, oh!
04 Gloria Lewis (04:02)
When the feeling comes it always leaves
To the top of the hill, the hill of thieves
Brush that furious out, hole in the well
You'd like the hole in your head to feel the breeze
If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse
I can't drink no more, but I'll try
You can't find me, baby, in the basement
And I slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah
If you're gonna ride, baby, ride the wild horse
We can't drink no more, but we'll try
You can't find us, baby, in the basement
And we'll slug you in your fuckin' head, yeah
06 El Rodeo (05:36)
(Johnny) And if you're trying to ride for free
(Oh Johnny) It be the same I do to you
(Johnny) And if you wanna try my needs
(Johnny) It be the same I do to you
(Johnny) And if you're trying to ride for free
(Oh Johnny) It be the same I do to you
(Johnny) And if you wanna try my needs
(Johnny) It be the same I do to you
(Johnny) And if you're trying to ride for free
(Johnny) It be the same I do to you
Rodeo (2x)
And if you're trying to ride for free
Rodeo (10x)
08 Tangy Zizzle (02:39)
"Yeah, yeah put it in gear, baby. Hell yeah, that's what I like about you, baby, you're always on time!"
Wherever you go, is where I go
Whatever you say, keep it running
When the wind blows, when the sky breaks
Hold your eyes in, and believe it
Where you want me to be? (4x)
In the morning, when it's raining
I couldn't believe it, no complaining
Fuck the others, fuck the teacher
They'll never know this, is he crazy?
Where you want me to be? (4x)
09 Size Queen (03:47)
So clean, so blue and it's so deep...shallow
Refreshing bowl and it's so clear...shallow
Best thing I've seen in my whole life...shallow
You must return me to your beach...shallow
So I dive, inches to the ground
Now all right, inches to the ground
So clean, so blue and it's so deep...shallow
Refreshing bowl and it's so clear...shallow
Best thing I've seen in my whole life...shallow
You must return me to your beach...shallow
So I dive, inches to the ground
Now all right, inches to the ground
10 Catamaran (03:00)
Smooth stones beneath me
Cool air surrounds
Soft and savory
Take me to God, you can take me to God
No it doesn't take your
Will to set your brace on me
I never doubt your possibilities
Please let go of my sleeve
Smooth stones behind me
Cold air surrounds
Soft and savory
You can take me to God, you take me to God
No it doesn't take your
Will to set your brace on me
I never doubt your possibilities
Please let go of my sleeve
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By KurtTheFish
Their music narcotizes, verbose in its heaviness, hypnotic in its psychedelia.
"Hurricane" is a vortex of bass and guitar distorted to the maximum, a true sonic hurricane!
