1. |
Zarro
02:52
|
|
||
|
It’s Friday night I better go out and meet my friends we’re heading to the dance floor
I’m going to dance and show them my special moves with my sunglasses on
I feel the music pumping in my veins I can go on all night long
Being here is better than getting laid
That’s why I never have sex
They keep looking at me
Something they don’t like I don’t know what it could be
All those lights blinding me
The dance floor is the place to be
|
||||
2. |
Fitty
03:14
|
|
||
|
I was fat I couldn’t pass through doors
While standing I couldn’t see the floor
I never knew the shape of my feet
And every time was the time to eat
But now
I train my muscles
Like nobody else does
I train my muscles
I’m getting all the girls
We go out party loud who’s the fat kid now
Unsafe sex all around the town
I got a herpes made of muscles
I got a super tight training suit
My biceps shine as the moon
Now I can lift one thousand pounds
And there is no one who can stop me know
I train my muscles
Like nobody else does
I train my muscles
I’m getting all the girls
Yes my penis faces down and my testicles shrank
But I’m filling this void with synthol and steroids
Everyone’s leaving me but I still have my muscles
|
||||
3. |
Red
03:50
|
|
||
|
Psicologico è il trauma delle sei e cinquantatré,
apro gli occhi e assaggio il vuoto che circonda me.
La stagione non aiuta, freddo e pioggia un po’ più in là,
interiormente una spinta, manca una metà.
E così il mio sguardo poggia su di te,
faccio il primo passo, d’altronde spetta me.
Mi sento ipnotizzato, ascoltando il tuo profumo.
Prendiamoci per mano, un passo e andiamo via.
Ho preso la mia mente, gettata in un mulino,
abbandonato in questo rosso rubino.
Pensiero navigare, volare o galleggiare,
un soffice velluto tinto di rosso.
Ora che ci siamo dentro, fianco a fianco io e te,
complici in questo viaggio, nella notte.
Rifugiati in questo nido, opera di vetro e paglia,
lontano dai pericoli, dalla gentaglia.
Mi sento ipnotizzato, ascoltando il tuo profumo.
Prendiamoci per mano, un passo e andiamo via.
Ho preso la mia mente, gettata in un mulino,
abbandonato in questo rosso rubino.
Pensiero navigare, volare o galleggiare,
un soffice velluto tinto di rosso.
|
||||
4. |
Yellow
02:44
|
|
||
|
The sun is yellow the grass is green
Like the mile of a movie I’ve seen
On a broken tv with a yellow screen
That’s why John Coffey was yellow
Yellow are my eyes and my skin
Yellow’s my friend he’s Chinese
He’s on a yellow submarine
20’000 leagues under the sea
Said some fighter called Ali
Sting like butter float like a bee
That makes no sense and it’s pretty weak
ONE MORE TIME YELLOW!
Yellow’s a lifestyle a religion
So let’s start yellow-believing
“Yelllllow” said a priest
It was Padre Maronno
Yellow colour my favourite is
Says Yoda drinking piss
Which in the morning is darker and actually
It is more orange than yellow
Yellow’s the suit in Kill Bill
Yellow’s uacciuariari
Thanks Frank end of the verse and finally
Here we go with the solo
|
||||
5. |
Fatih
03:19
|
|
||
|
Hello my name is Fatih and I come from Turkey
One of my biggest dream is with my band to sing
Around Anatolia but the owners of the clubs keep repeating me
“You guys are vampires and you can’t sing”
Travelling we finally found a place where I can sing
But I have to hide my teeth with moustache they’re yellowing
Because I’m Turk and I smoke and I like uncomfortable toilets
And for ancient reasons I hate Greek people
Good evening we’re Fatih and The Bat Teeth
This club is boring so let’s play some music
Hear the grace of the bass and the guitar
Drums and keyboard they reach the perfect sound
Enjoy the music as it goes on and on
Dive into the melody of this song
Soon you’ll all fall asleep on the floor
Good for us so we can suck your blood
Yes we’re vampires we sleep in coffins and we like to suck the blood
Of all the delicious people who are coming to our shows
But no one is coming because they are scared that we could hurt them
And everyone’s screaming
MOM THE TURKS!
|
||||
6. |
iSlap
04:09
|
|
||
|
You’re always late and I rot while I wait but I’m not getting back the time I waste
There’s no place for me to sit as you can see nothing is clean it’s funny how depressing it gets
Day by day little monsters grow
Eating dust and crawling under my feet
Pills and fog cigarettes and drunk people throwing bottles at the ground
Glass breaks into pieces hear the sound
Downstairs is where I keep my soul
Drink it from the bottle
Drink it alone
Take it all
Swallow every single drop
Just take it all
This liquid is too precious
|
||||
7. |
Green
02:46
|
|
||
|
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
I don’t do drugs but I still sell them in Singapore
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
I’m wearing a t shirt and it’s green but it’s aging
Suddenly this song turns in something for girls and kids
So we’re putting the word baby basically everywhere
Baby here
Baby there
We’re putting baby almost everywhere
B-B-B-B-B-baby
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
I’m wearing a t shirt but it’s fading to yellow
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
Stay with me drink with me I’m greater than the Mighty Queen
I’m wearing a t shirt but it’s aging and it’s not anymore green
Suddenly this song turns in something for girls and kids
So we’re putting the word baby basically everywhere
Baby here
Baby there
We’re putting baby almost everywhere
B-B-B-B-B-baby
|
||||
8. |
Aggone
02:15
|
|
||
|
This could be something sweet
About love about a kiss
But I drown in books I read
Like a pilgrim in a slaughterhouse
Waiting for the river to come
And its overwhelming flow
Melt the ice melt the snow
Just be different than before
There once was a train
And it’s still outside my window
And it keeps whistling
Unlike Jesus it keeps doing it
It keeps whistling
Doing the same things
Writing the same dreams
Even if they’re nightmares
They keep me awake at night
When the moon is round and bright
I hear noises and they might
Be teeth clinging on a cage
Strings becoming shadows
The train now left
Outside there is nothing
So I can see the emptiness
Of everything that surrounds me
Still the brightness is too dark
To get out
|
||||
9. |
Sayonara Tokyo
02:40
|
|
||
|
少年がありました
私のような
彼は、ビートルズやローリング・ストーンズを愛し
彼は世界をツアーされます
米国から来ました
それは素晴らしいではありませんでした
しかし、彼のそばに
あなたは千人の女性があった場合
サポートは、乗るために、チケットを歌いました
またはレディージェーン、または昨日、
生きている自由を歌いました
しかし、手紙を受け取りました
彼のギターは私を与えました
彼はアメリカにリコールされました
停止！ローリング・ストーンズで！
停止！ビートルズで停止！
彼はベトナム-NAMにあるように私に言いました
また、ベトナム・コングを撃ちます
さよなら 東京, パプリカ (Sayonara Tokyo, paprica)
さよなら 東京, パプリカ (Sayonara Tokyo, paprica)
さよなら 東京 (Sayonara Tokyo)
さよなら 東京 (Sayonara Tokyo)
さよなら 東京, パプリカ (Sayonara Tokyo, paprica)
少年がありました
私のような
彼は、ビートルズやローリング・ストーンズを愛し
彼は世界をツアーしてから終了されます
ベトナム・ナム戦争を作ります
ロングヘア
ダウンさせることはありません
ギターを演奏しませんが、
ツール
これは常に提供します
同じノート
もはや友人、
彼には多くのファンを持っていません、
人々は落ちる参照してください。
彼の国に戻りません、
今、彼はベトナム・ナムで死亡しました。
停止！ローリング・ストーンズで！
停止！ビートルズでは、停止！
胸の心はもはやありません。
しかし、二、三メダル
|
||||
10. |
Hardcore Superstar
03:35
|
|
||
|
Fatso
Forgotso
This is the title
Of a Kyuss song
I don’t want to remember
That early December
But I’m getting fat
Trying to forget
|
||||
If you like Fukushima Spritz, you may also like:
A new EP from Evan Myall delivers four songs packed with irresistible power pop harmonies and jangling guitars.
go to album
The Art Of Losing
by The Anchoress
The second release from Welsh artist The Anchoress is a devastating and powerful meditation on loss.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Nov 5, 2019
go to album
Bike Ride Across the Moon
by Webbed Wing
Chock-full of earworm hooks and pit-starting breakdowns, Webbed Wing's debut effort is a must-hear for pop-punk fans.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Sep 30, 2014
go to album
Stay Inside – Songs from The Great Indoors
by Stay Inside
featured on Bandcamp Radio Apr 21, 2020
go to album
Crunchy punk rock with angular riffs, unexpected time changes and big guitars right up front (and also lasers.)
go to album
