I leave you the best phrases of tide, one of the most important rock bands in the Spanish music scene. His styles include hard and punk rock. The group was founded in 1997 and today has six studio albums, two compilations and a live album.
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-I will go barefoot and you naked to the sound of the love of the hoarse drum that the Moon plays.- Fuck the wind.
-I just want them to love me, like you, like everyone else.- Pins.
-What's your life? I'm glad to see you. Just like never, just like always… I skin a heart in the brambles of my voice and the same sun that shines on you kills me.- Skinning.
-And there we laugh seeing how each minute hand is devoured by the waves.- Fuck the wind.
-At the height of parsley all my dreams have stayed, I make a dress with everything I have lost and it already makes sense to smile.- Veins with smoke and words.
-Before cutting my veins to give you the ass, I paint a heart.- Shrimp already said.
-What the hell will happen to him that he no longer flies? Perhaps the dew from the moon got his feathers wet? - Wicker heart.
-Here I will be, waiting for you to step on all the gray mornings and one-eyed afternoons.- Between concrete.
-Bath in my eyes, fuck the sea that wants to rock you at will.- Fuck the wind.
-Tell me about the rain, the days of shit and spoon, of the rare rottenness of love. - Shit and spoon.
-Let me tell you my story of injury and caresses, my story of nobody, my hunger lullaby, all my lies.- Fuck spring.
-Sleep with me, if you are a stone it does not matter, I will be stony path. Sleep with me, I sing you, I lull you, I wrap you, I shelter you, I pamper you.- Sleep with me.
-We started screwing in a screw and it got out of hand and kicked with the pieces, no one could undo this big-headed puzzle.- To the ass of a worm.
-Nor do they kiss as those who know they don't know how to kiss know.- To the ass of a worm.
-That my pillow is full of when you were not, of songs that you never sang, of kisses that you never gave me.- Sleep with me.
-That my bed is made where there are no windows, where the looks want to.- Sleep with me.
-And for a while now I decide to dream of you, muddy my way and shitting myself all over flying, and you see, awake as I lay down.- Sleep with me.
-And she looks at me askance when she thinks I'm not looking at her, as I'm not going to look at whether she burns like stubble as soon as I neglect myself.- She sleeps with me.
-She feels good, I sit quietly on the floor to look at her.- Swallowing.
-Boy get up! I do not feel with balls today I will stay in bed.- Swallowing.
-What do you want honey? Well, there are two of us. - Trasegando.
-Tomorrow I'll be back, everyone tells me that, go ahead, kiss me and leave.
-I try to do it well, but we are left alone myself and my silver moon.
-I do not even feel alone without you, in short, to rake without more or more.- Swallowing.
-It's the whim of the eye that sees how it dies only through the same peephole, the same door that it wants to break. It is a hand trying to take a piece of love.- The time of the flies.
-What do the guts of clenched fists know? They know that they are watered by bitter drinks, they know everything and more about standing up, about loneliness, they know why bread is always stale.- Stale bread.
-It's so simple to make me happy, let the air blow on my face, let the Kolibrí's guitar play, dance at dawn if I feel like it, let the door ring and they ask for me, your hands open, open your lips, See you smile. - As your grandmother wants.
-That's you and me, the sky and the ground, bitches and love, laziness and sleeplessness, sandpaper and velvet.- Sandpaper and velvet.
-The disheveled smile of going against the winds, of going against the winds.- Petenera.
-Blacker than the brand, harder than the ciborium, stiffer than a plank, my heart gets every time you say no.- Mojama.
-My heart beats for bulerías if you look at me.- Varnish.
-My house is where you are, the same eyes, the same light.- The same nails.
-Meanwhile, between the gaps that time leaves us, let your hair fly… - Fuck the wind.
-Don't pay any fucking attention to me if I pass by you selling failure as if it were peppermint.- The trail.
-I don't want your temporary love, your flow of bile, your desire to lose, although I know that if you leave I will stay in nothing.- Temporary love.
-I'm just what you saw in your day, my gray smile, my sad eyes, trying to get off the ground.
-Don't fall asleep on my broken lullaby, which is the song with which the sun wakes up.- Broken lullaby.
-Prima Tristeza, you who show the panties to life, do not forget to get out of my head. You stretch and in my veins you put tears of wax like fists, so that when I cry it hurts.- Prima sadness.
-Someone bring me a rum, but without ice and without Coca-Cola, that Coca-Cola takes away the sleep to enjoy.
-They say that the night has fallen short, it doesn't matter to you and I don't care, and yesterday, what am I going to do to him if yesterday was yesterday? - Inés's son.
-What else does it give you if I bustle, if I twist the way, if I put the wine, I tell you. What difference does it make if I piss in that destination for which I was born, I tell you.- Trasegando.
-That we don't want to be so much. We want to be a bit of sun and a bit of night, we want to be wind and calm, storm, rain and the smell of wet earth.- Like the trileros.
-Let the sun go down in chunks, and with it the drunken god who wanted to make you suffer.- Cut out my tongue.
-I'm tired of rowing, lonely companion, from your door to mine.- A thousand carats.
-That I'm flapping again, break the glasses by offering your steps between flight and flight.- Virgin of failure.
-She will comb her hair a little and she will get so pretty and will go out whispering her things at dawn…
-If I cut the trapeze strings, it was to go up and tie them, and see the moon again.- The trapeze.
-If we are nobody, no one will find.- Fuck the wind.
-I was always that black sheep that knew how to dodge the stones that were thrown at it, and the more the years go by, the more I separate myself from the herd because I don't know where it goes… - Like the west wind.
-And when the stars come out, I'm already hanging from the shred of a dream, the whole world is not worth me, last night I was too small.- The green dog.
-And the olive trees tell me that I get tired of dreaming about you, that I am cornered and I have no shots left, that it is time to wake up.- On horseback.
-And if you want to add salt to the wounds, you will only find locks and the scars of loneliness.- Fuck the wind.
-I'm scattering gray clouds that can provide shade when I finish burying my heart.-The blood reaches the sky.
-A city separated from fear, always multiplies its doors.-The city of the gypsies.
-He made a deal on the mattress. With its foam he created his heart, last night it was made of rock and at dawn it became wicker. Now instead of breaking, it is capable of bending before.-Wicker heart.
-I reinvent another planet where there are open doors and where kisses do not taste like shit.-The green dog.
-Today I have decided to sow fiery paths with the tip of my body. Today, I accept myself as I am without looking at me with a frown.-The green dog.
-We are going to put the tablecloth, stay by my side. We will devour the dawn with what our hands want and for dessert we will have an unhappy sun that ends up going crazy. You know that the moon always knows me little. -The moon knows me little.
-I told him that at night seas came out of my pores, dreaming that he was talking to me and holding on to his vocal cords, that there is no one who can sleep listening to my heartbeat, that it seems that he is chewing crystals -The moon knows me little.
-Stubborn, foul-mouthed and worried I cross my legs, I die in a roar, my half smile tells you that I have been the river that loves you and has loved you in half a field light.-A room without windows.
-I dreamed of provoking you below the navel… I fantasized, I wanted to dream of you.-Sandpaper and velvet.
-If you stay here with me, you will recognize that my word is dressed in a flesh-red color.-Nana of brokenness.
-Squeeze the bustle hard and you will realize that the effort comes from your gut. That force turns the mud into sawdust or into more blood with which to write.-Nana de quebranto.
-I am silent with what there is, because what there is is what it touches and to caress the heart it is best not to open my mouth.-Veins with smoke and words.
-I know that crystals will rain on us between the seas, and I will go uncovered and you naked to the sound of love, the hoarse drum that plays the moon.-Wind.
-I have my body destined for abandonment, screaming to want to touch you. I have the beautiful voice from singing to you so much and my hands are so soft from caressing you. -Red little ears.
-And if the dark clouds return to our madness, they will have us face to face, side by side and each time we will be more alone despite the fact that we are surrounded by so many people.-Wind.
-If they want to put chains in your life, you know that you must break them day by day. If you believe in freedom, it is always time to start singing.-Victor Jara did not die.
"I'm not going to stay for a moment, not even a single moment to plan who will pay for the broken dishes of my despair." The veins with smoke and words.
-Today I want to put all my spoil in these places, where the first time we both placed at dawn to juggle. Things still go wrong for me when I look back.-Veins with smoke and words.
"Even the spider legs are scratched in her hair… When she kisses me, the ground shakes." You and me.
-Nail me to the ceiling with rusty nails, leave me hanging there, I assure you that I will not feel anything.-You without panties, I without panties.
-Let the morning come slowly, stay a little while lying here in my bed, I don't know if I'll see you again and I'm dying to go with you to wait for the gray hair to come out. -You without panties, I without panties.
-I don't miss anything that comes from you anymore. If I fight in the duel I get lost and die. I'd rather go to hell than crawl into a gray sky. -I have a plan.
-I will always be waiting for you on the other side where mud is mud, where it is not necessary to pretend.-I have a plan.
-Come closer and you'll see, I don't know how to make it worse.-I'm a clown.
-I'm going to sleep covered with frost, wrapped in the bridges, thinking of you and a present for both of us. If you want, come, I already have a look 'a little place apart' around the moon so you can fly, a kiss, go ahead, do not forget me, it seems that they follow me and I have come without papers. I blinked.
-I swear by my dad that I have nothing to lose in the world beyond the soul.
-There is no romance or flower that propagates love living in a vase. Rosemary bushes cannot be watered with water and salt because they will die for no reason, almost the same happens with the stems of truth, since they should not be broken.-Romance by José Etxailarena.
-What is it about your poison? She takes my life just with a kiss and takes me to the moon, offers me the drug that cures everything. It is a holy dependency, sometimes invisible that ends up tying me to life.-Redy ears.
-Make a face of sorrow, you already know that I will do everything you want… Full moon eyes, your gaze is of fire and my body of wax.-Red ears.
-I have a hoarse spirit to love you. This dark loneliness drowns me. Today I have eyes full of light imagining you, but I also have eyes that are blind from not seeing you.-Red ears.
-I am going to want you undone, I am going to love you in living rock, I will love you in all the stanzas, but above all else, I will love you when the ghost of your voice comes for me. -I hope you want me free.
-If I wanted to love you badly, it's because you gave me such a fever and I gave you a dog for a hare.-Cut my tongue out.
-I have known you for some time. You have some sorrows but also joys. You are assassinating me little by little, but what you don't know is that I already know well about your life.-Heroine.