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Fucked Up Times

by Fernando Bocadillos

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DEAR mother, dear son dear tune and dear song take care of each other cause times are hard cant make a song like its supposed to be cant make love like i used to do/// all the things that mmove all the things that breath have the word written the word is sin everithingt moves even rocks move like rock and roll moves, wihtout backing up an inch/// cant you see the signs the stars in the sky they flashlight a signal and then they stop they are there for a moment, you surely do feel that iits man made wood, not by the man of green/// interstellar love is making waves in the toxic green quemichal skies and we breath that poison and turn it into bliss and babies are born of torn apart fathers and moms we will be reborn in another far away blue planets/// cant make a love song, like i used to do but still i can sing the interstellar blues, that i can do, that we can do, sing sing sing/ till the blster splits
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when i was five or six my father would look out the window but he wasnt a widower he was looking at me playing my games and saying my name with my heart in my chest it was so cool to be cool and i havent been on that street since i was seventeen i dont know where they are, are they doing alright and my toy and my balls and my drugs are all gone but the memmories remain i keep them locked in my heart for a while while i retunr to that dead end street if you haD THE inclinations put my memory in suspension and treat your own mind to recall that all children are children and the grown ups dont fear us but they fear that we all take a fall, in the end now im a grown up and feel, that my life is tsanding still and if het real quiet il die so the silnece seems to come and i feel an itch in my tongue to say the sings i will tell you now go back home, where your heart belongs, i will go back to play to my dead end street
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somebody killed america / and it wasnt me I was only looking at you / looking at thee with your fake blonde hair / and cheshire smile i knew rioght thenm and there / somebody's gonna cry I've been to mmany places / specially my mind where saffety iis secure/ and the drugs are hard but if I had to go sommeplace else / II'd go outside somebody Killed ammerica / so Im going to Taiwan where the boats are sailing / and the girls are hard so what if somebody is ffucking me up/ so I'l renounce to my celibacy vows sopmebody killed ammerica / and it wasnt mme I was an innocent bystander / crying on my knees please god let it die quickly / please ley it die ffast ffor I got a cure ffor the famine / a ffucking rock and roll blast too bad about ameriica / had to die so young dodnt you wanted it too baby / to go down with a bang long live music/ long live the past when women where wommen and the men were too high die
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the choices I made, the things I take and the things I left behind left a mmark on my face on my bones and in mmy life /// smoking drinking fucking thinking onb my knees I keep beggin god give me one more day to fix all the fucking up I did/// the choices on you, the statemment I cleared the things i did to you dont compare to what I did to me I'l say I love you and then you will leave like romeo and juliet, everybody dead still/// you made your choices man, dig you walked away and you cant comme back no one bustin your balls no one will talk so much cut my tongue off and then your talking trash across the ocean there is a lady under the sea made of iron and mmade off steel/ that lays in wet dust and wet plea/ thats where I will sink, and where I'l kill my mind away / oh come back silly
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Cranky 07:44
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Ok 2 07:16
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I got lucky 09:38
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My mom's father was born in Miinsk.

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released August 31, 2022

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Fernando Bocadillos Buenos Aires, Argentina

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. ... more

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