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Dust, Sludge, Or Oil
03:46
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The place where I belong
Is far away from here
I left it all behind
Then drifted a long time ago
I won’t get off no more
At that same stop
I know you will be there
I know I will be weak
I won’t look back once more
I will not loook back again
Once and again the way
Looks tougher than I thought
I lose foot in the sludge
And fall one thousand times
And now see, I am lost
In this dark and gloomy mere
Lord, I plead you, have mercy
I’m freezing and frightened to death
Who will be waiting for me
Who will remember my name
I shall not fool myself
I know that where I go
What I am trying to leave
Behind I will find again
My brain is a blackout
My heart, my veins, my blood
Will rub out all my steps
Those steps my will did dictate
As stubborn as a mule
Back to the wheatfields again
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Sailing, Sinking
03:14
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In the mind of the wandering sailor
Dwells a roving dream
He wants to sail away
But how can he do it
Without a helm and sails
In his memory there’s barely room
For a misty sketch of yesterday’s journeys
And the miles he sails fade
Just like candles burning out
It’s thick night, suddenly he wakes
And he is soaked in a death-cold sweat
Sinking in some other mariner’s boat
Would be his fate, would be his lot
But he drgagged his tired and weary bones
And he rubbed his tired and weary eyes
Under tones of rust and niter
He found what he always dreamed of
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Last Questions
04:17
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As I was always told
All is a matter, a matter of luck
Sorry I disagree
Well only to start with
What’s that you call good luck
If not an invention
For those who lose time after time
For those who search but never will find
For those who when find, in a blink of a second
Lose and see disappear it all
Look at the faces in the street
See there are people of two kinds
Some of them spin the wheel of fortune
Others lose all under its fate
You’d better get as drunk as you can
You haven’t got a schilling to your name
When you are here no more
Expect no praise for your foolish soul
Your foolish soul
Sometimes I win, sometimes I lose
But one thing is sure, as sure as hell
I’ll never win back in a million years
What I lost is lost, who’s gone is gone
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Sunrise
03:47
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I never imagined it could turn into such a mess
Had I known, I would never have let it begin
I tell you, this things are strange and no one can explain them
I’m not surprised that you say they’re not worth anymore
To be called
Surely it’s nonsense and useless and I will regret
But I just wanted to see you this morning again
We could have a smoke in the sun, like in the old times
I’ll look in your eyes, I’ll wait till the right moment comes
Just to tell you
It was you who said goodbye
It was you, it was not me
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One Of Those Years
02:56
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This morning I had for breakfast
Lucía’s last feminist pamphlet
And after that I started to think
Why did I have to wake up
I got out of my bed on the wrong side today
Just for a change
And thinking about it
I won’t care anymore
To fix it it up again
I will wait for somebody
I will wait for some remedy
There must be a drug
At lunchtime I joined
The city beggar’s queue
And waited for my share
My blessed monthly share
There’s nothing like having such indifference
What else do I need to get by
A samaritan neighbour who lives on the first
Stopped me at the bin
She gave me a brochure on happiness
Printed in recycled paper
Now the east wind gets stronger
And it seems to forebode
The judgment day
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The Wives Málaga, Spain
En 2007, Félix Valderrama pone en marcha The Wives. Tras colaborar con diferentes músicos y un par de maquetas ("Wardrobes", 2008; "Hidden Hats, 2012), la formación registró durante septiembre y octubre de 2014 las nueve canciones de su primer y único álbum. The Wives se disolvieron en julio de 2015. En su última formación, fueron: Félix Valderrama, Javi Botias, Fran Bujalance y Ricardo Navajas ... more
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