All Corcega Lyrics (en) Total 22
Corcega - Slowly Cancelling the PartyThe ending left you unfazed On n’a rien a cirer All the scripts and their lines have dropped dead ‘Cause there is nothing left to be said Les regards, red right hand
Corcega - Zen in the Art of…I became zen in the art of lies by Shading my skin’s lack of sun Changed all the locks when your ghost came marching Forgot the code so I can’t get out Threatens me with a loaded
Corcega - Where is the Fire?Panama hat, mirror sunglasses, watch it fly State of the art, post-apocalyptic in the pitch-black night I always see it on the boulevard, shamanic sight And maybe now it’s just too
Corcega - Much to HoldWe’ll stop the car right around the corner And I will kill every light If there’s blood inside the scene won’t be suitable for A family theater night Don’t fall in love with
Corcega - Red Band TrailersSuch a deeply poetic stance on a very simple subject The only thing that heals itself it’s a broken heart I’ve been whispering in silence while the difference is settled Outside, and
Corcega - Better than NoDouble vision, I just can’t seem to decide The floor is sticky, are you on the left or on the right? Tottering, I pick my own path Just give me a second and give me one sign of life
Corcega - World on FireSheer folly at the re-opening of the tracks, gloved and masked Your sanity keeps you away from me but I just cannot comply Something’s pulling me towards you to your arms Something’s
Corcega - Get Back in the SoundtrackShould’ve been the last time seeing you when I swept you Under the rug, but here you are again complicating my life And I can’t dissimulate and I’m glad To be again entangled and in
Corcega - A DreamMost of the time I feel so strange She came to me like thunder rage And said “I will clean the tears That you cry with my years” The moonlight shone on her smile Her
Corcega - The Lie DetectorNow every day is Sunday, and you feel it Shouldn’t this be different? The voices sound like a smoker’s cough The icicles are forming on your lips and I can barely see you Against the
Corcega - Always Bouncing Off the same BarVictoria had a secret, pastel blue, sheer inertia Sleeping only siestas, tingling arms, vice versa Shadow boxing, message ghosting, fast processor Just to beat the creeps out of me
Corcega - HowlsOnly you can break my space time in half Only you can make me howl auuh auuh Make me colour outside of the lines Lucid dreaming, motion pictures of you Only you can
Corcega - SWSBroken bottles in the park Pride spills on the bright green grass Dogs are drying in the sun Sunday glory morning light Bodies soaked in gin and ash Fight over a
Corcega - So You Think You're Flying High AgainDon’t wanna hear about your trip Don’t wanna hear about your mystical relief Just want the great green fields to drive you to your knees And see your soul run free Don’t
Corcega - CitiesWe’ve been turning our heads every five seconds, chronometrically enough To know I’ve never met your face That my fringe is full of sweat and that your iris is stabbing my tongue Now
Corcega - DynamiteOn a cyclone of light Barely holding to the drapes of the blue Steel cage When the glow bleeding out your lips, reaches my sight Walking on tar, biting concrete Frozen on
Corcega - ShiverHave you ever felt a warm day? During winter when the sun rides low in the afternoon It’s an omen of your suitcase standing in the door Gritting my teeth knowing that the storm will
Corcega - Orange TruckStained glass windows on the orange truck Gliding through the street On the stormy afternoon, where I see you too Where I see you too Mammoth on a crystal curb, on crutches
Corcega - Dark CornersAnxiety kicks in as he searches in the drawer For a pair of matching socks Fantasizing with the sting of harpoon heels And swimming in pools of dripping foam He’s out on his
Corcega - Class-B StardomSteppin’ on a loose tile soaked under the rain, the ice is melting fast Inside the mint julep The dizziness of freedom has her face all blurred Frustration flowing steady through his
Corcega - Weird TalesI was trapped in a Sunday, cornered into my mind Hot pink raptors, looking straight to my eyes Got a feeling that these shoes, are always just to tight Weird tales of vampires, told in
Corcega - Love Was a Pretty ThingLove was a pretty thing to read about Pulp magazines at night Pocket screen, glitched lips, bubble-wrapped Kisses and hugs Maybe I was too caught up in the hype And now
Corcega
Cristian De Fazio – Voz y guitarras
Cristóbal Torre – Voz y guitarras
Fernando Peiretti – Bajo
Enrico Peiretti – Piano
Cristóbal Torre – Voz y guitarras
Fernando Peiretti – Bajo
Enrico Peiretti – Piano