two issues of Barceloni Dani Flaco extracted from his first job Emergency Exit, published in 2006. Flaco has a voice that does not pass indifferent. At the end of the left input 2 letters.
There is a special edition Emergency Exit with some subjects in Catalan.
They're are some of the dates of their upcoming concerts:
AUGUST:
SATURDAY 25: Pc. The Source (Mojácar, Almería) – 22.00h
THURSDAY 30: Squid Snack (Playa del Prat, Bcn) – 22.00h
SEPTEMBER:
THURSDAY 13: Pc. Bellvitge Market (Hospitalet) – 22.00h
OCTOBER:
SATURDAY 6: Papiol Festival (Bcn) – 22:00h
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Emergency Exit Lyrics
I still remember:
never forget that look.
Bending the body
under his head down.
Hand tremor:
a wine,
a cigarette in the other.
From death was a brother,
innocent as a child.
He lived in a bar,
lived say is overstated,
Seeking an exit,
losing, before the mirror, patience.
If your destination
was written in advance,
What a petty
he pushed that swamp!
And, in the newspaper,
there was a note to appoint
this corsair,
or tears you cry.
And that bar was orphaned,
where he used to navigate.
Seeking an exit,
losing patience with the mirror.
Princess lyrics by subterfuge
She had the most beautiful eyes ever seen,
but his heart was most unfortunate.
His soul was full of bite marks
and a love decaf.
You should have seen run
trans caricatos, palmeros, songwriters.
You should have seen die
of lovesickness.
Witch dirty heart
as a sink for man:
Princess of subterfuge,
I forgot his name.
Heartbroken witch
as the ground glass,
I do not sleep your photo
I sleepless nights.
He had a return ticket to my head,
the severance pay in my memory.
He had the key to the exit door of my life,
of my mind, from my history.
He had a deal with Lucifer,
lost out, turned out it was my friend,
I met him in the underworld
that lay behind his navel.
Witch dirty heart
as a men's room:
Princess of subterfuge,
I forgot his name.
Heartbroken witch
as the ground glass,
I do not sleep your photo
I sleepless nights.
Her mouth unbridled, wanted, and failed, be fairy,
the story betrayed him.
I had what I, namely, nothing, one morning desolate,
until the sun dropped.
You should have smelled her skin,
that perfume was lost in doubts,
never brought a letter
Neruda the postman.
Witch dirty heart
as a men's room:
Princess of subterfuge,
I forgot his name.
Heartbroken witch
as the ground glass,
I do not sleep your photo
I sleepless nights.
