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Propelled By Gas From Cans Of Soda

by Democrash

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1.
In a place with a house And two birds in a cage Strange diseases are crawling up his chin He knows the end of his song will come Eventually In the morning i keep waking In a dream of recurrance It’s not me i’m just living inside I know the end of the song will come Eventually All the cities everywhere They keep glowin’ in the dark They are flashing but their flashes will run out They know the end of the song will come Eventually He keeps looking For the world Might not be round
2.
Too much dancing, too much dancing Is bad for your head, is bad for your head Too much thinking, too much thinking Is bad for your dance, is bad for your dance Here we go again, here we go again Too much science, too much science Is bad for your heart, is bad for your heart Too much loving, too much loving Is bad for your numbers, is bad for statistics Here we go again, here we go again Too much commitment, too much commitment Is bad for your freedom, is bad for your freedom Too much random, too much random Is bad for your wires, will ruin your wires Here we go again, here we go again
3.
You’re no one in the Rock’n’roll biz until you Trash your hotel room With a bunch of freaks Just set your bus on fire Destroy two dozen guitars Step on a couple of Expensive mikes You’re not a real rocker ‘Til you spit on my t-shirt Drink while you smoke and Eat while you fuck You’re not a real rocker ‘Til you spit on my t-shirt Drink while you smoke and Eat while you fuck Eat while you fuck
4.
We passed by a lot of strange planets on the way But couldn’t find anything in there Maybe ‘cause there was nothing to be found All the aliens seem to have flown away Or could we say they were never really there? Have you heard they found this sort of new world It’s kind of near but let me tell you dear You shouldn’t take so much of it for granted We’re going down on an avenue of mud But no one’s cheering, ‘cause no one’s there So we’re alone, so we’re alone So we’re alone, so we’re alone With no one else to destroy So we’re alone, so we’re alone So we’re alone, so we’re alone With no one else to destroy
5.
Goodbye earth goodbye We’re leaving on a rocket yeah Propelled by gas taken from cans of soda We’re goin’ to reach for mars ‘Cause we can’t stand no more damn cars Goodbye light bye bye No more sun just cloudy skies Let’s steal some masks from the shock police Let’s take some sand from the shores of nice We’re goin’ up We’re comin’ down Goodbye bugs and bees We’re swimming in the plastic seas Philip just wrote about the Survey Team And Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep? We’re goin’ up We’re comin’ down Goodbye size and measure Trading dust for treasure Goodbye size and measure Trading dust for treasure We’re goin’ up We’re comin’ down
6.
I’m tired of these new folk band duos With guys in long hairs and strange beards Strumming old guitars they supposedly bought In trendy second hand shops In emerging neighbourhoods Somewhere in New York or West Berlin Flocking together with skinny long haired And dressed in black girls Playing some sort of ridiculous harmonicas Into which they blow through a rubber hose Something they call melodica But sounds like a flat tyre drowning in a pool And all their lyrics are so deep They make me wanna kill myself Over and over and over and over again I can’t stand these introspective trios Playing very very fluffy tiny retro organs Singing in a kind of unaudible whisper All sorts of incomprehensible words That’s not necessarily such a bad thing It’s just that i can’t understand what they mean And all their lyrics are so deep They make me wanna kill myself Over and over and over and over again
7.
You say everything is perfect But it’s not even funny I can’t just sit beside you Knowing that i might fall apart I could be happy We could have dinner I Could be on television Wouldn’t it be great except for Gee I think you’re wonderful But I am not that great Just hold it could you wait I’m not ready for much compromise I could be happy We could have dinner I Could be on television Wouldn’t it be great except for I could get your perspective I mean It’s not that you don’t have a point there See I’m making a serious effort But I can´t go on without second thoughts I could be happy We could have dinner I Could be on television Wouldn’t it be great except for
8.
Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes Piling and piling all airbags combust Flashing by my side Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes They form the horizon Obstructing my view Flashing by my side Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes Scratches that ruin The wonderful paint job Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes Their tyres get lost In spirals of smoke Flashing by my side
9.
I’m building a house I’m building a house On a big plastic island The size of France Just bought me an estate On a big floating property A colorful plastic island The size of France I’m coming to visit I’ll be coming for dinner Riding my big plastic island Now it has grown Up two times The size of Texas The size of Texas The size of
10.
We have no God in the West We have no Sun from the East Can’t buy no seeds for the ground There is no God in the West Don’t want no light from the East There are no seeds for the land We want no God for the West There is no light from the East We have no seeds for the soil We have no God in the West We have no Sun from the East Can’t buy no seeds for the ground

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released May 23, 2022

Octávio Nunes: Vocals, Guitar, Electronics.
Ricardo Rezende: Bass, Backing Vocals.
Rui Garrido: Guitar, Backing Vocals.
Vitor Martins: Tenor and Baritone Saxophones, Guitar, Tambourine, Talking Drum and Backing Vocals.
Zé Fontainhas: Drums, Backing Vocals.

Lyrics by Octávio Nunes.
Music by DEMOCRASH.

Special Guests

João Nunes: Microbrute and Polivox/Поливокс on tracks 1, 2, 7, 8 & 10
Mimi Tavares: Vocals on track 2.

Recorded at Bela Flor Recording Studios october 2019 and january 2022.
Recorded by Nuno Monteiro, Alexandre Bandola and Daniel Silva.
Mixed and mastered by Tiago Sábio.
Produced by DEMOCRASH and Eliana Berto.
Design by Rui Garrido.

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At the intersection of rock, punk, and funk, new wave/no wave, electronic music, vintage and white noise, performance, and art punk.

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