1. |
In My Head
03:39
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I listen to the water drop on the bathroom tiles
In the morning when you shower
And it reminds me of those cozy nights
when it's raining in October
How your cold lips could heat up mine
I don't wanna grow old if I’m not by your side
Your voice sing lullabies to me when you talking
And I'm waiting to go to sleep so that you can spend the night in my head,
In my head
When you wear that sawn off shotgun
I just want to kiss the sky
Then the doctor has no face
I’ll just escape your landslide
In my head, in my head
I expected the moon and got a wet pillowcase
I thought I could drown my sorrows but they can swim
You leaving is a pretty perfect sight
But is even better when you coming back
I lock away the bad memories between the four corners
of my sheet of paper
so that I can keep the good ones
All the good ones in my head,
In my Head
When you wear that sawn off shotgun
I just want to kiss the sky
Then the doctor has no face
I’ll just escape your landslide
In my head, in my head
When you wear that sawn off shotgun
I just want to kiss the sky
Then the doctor has no face
I’ll just escape your landslide
In my head, in my head
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2. |
Butterfly Cemetery
03:37
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I'm losing her
I can tell
I don't know how
I don't know why
Where's the manual
I can't figure it out
Sexy overalls
I know she's getting out
You turned me inside out
Stomp on the chips
Now my stomach is
A butterfly cemetery
You turned me inside out
Stomp on the chips
Now my stomach is
A butterfly cemetery
I'm losing her
She's drifting
It was Fast and furious
The rubber has burnt
I'm to blame
I'm not putting my foot down
Either catch up
Or I'll give up
You turned me inside out
Stomp on the chips
Now my stomach is
A butterfly cemetery
You turned me inside out
Stomp on the chips
Now my stomach is
A butterfly cemetery
You turned me inside out
Stomp on the chips
Now my stomach is
A butterfly cemetery
You turned me inside out
Stomp on the chips
Now my stomach is
A butterfly cemetery
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3. |
DRUGS
03:58
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Sugar clouds and devil smiles
Feels like I’m floating inside a cement wall
Your chemicals feels like nothing else
And I could kill for another sweet taste
I swear it is the last time, like the last time
But my mind keeps falling in a spiral
And I cannot think of anything else
and I cannot think of anyone else
I'm stuck in a loop
And I lost my way
I'm stuck in a loop
Why can't you just stay
I'm stuck in a loop
And I lost my way
I'm stuck in a loop
Why can't you just stay
My eyes closing slowly drifting
Couldn't care less about anything
I'm leaving everything behind
I just want to fuck up my mind
But your eyes are my anchor
and with a look disappears my rancor
Maybe there is still time for an encore
Maybe I could say goodbye another day
I'm stuck in a loop
And I lost my way
I'm stuck in a loop
Why can't you just stay
I'm stuck in a loop
And I lost my way
I'm stuck in a loop
Why can't you just stay
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4. |
Maybe (Girlie)
03:18
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Hopelessly showbiz, so she is
She's got friends you haven't met
They smoke menthol cigarettes
Bogus psychosis, she floats on in
And she ain't never anywhere
So you're lucky that she's here
Talk about Hollywood problems, she's got 'em
She's always looking for a wilder ride
And she'll be fuckin' with her phone all night
She'll call me, maybe
She gets in corners where water can't
Got that look upon her face, says she's twenty minutes late
Her shit is sordid, she's all for it
Until her eyeballs start to bleed, she don't wanna go to sleep
Talk about ladder to stardom, she's on one
And if that doesn't wet your appetite
Well she's probably got something that might
She'll call me, maybe
Talk about Hollywood problems
She's got 'em
She's always looking for a wilder ride
And she'll be fuckin' with her phone all night
She'll call me, maybe
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5. |
Five Cigarettes
04:26
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Wreck my boat
You don't mind
Tell me more
Like I care
Lit a cigarette
Smoke it to the butt
Flick of the finger
Make it a five timer
Innocent spitting
What's in there
If I may ask
Clean the hair
Lit a cigarette
Smoke it to the butt
Flick of the finger
Make it a five timer
Lit a cigarette
Smoke it to the butt
Flick of the finger
Make it a five timer
If you wanna leave, give me a call
If you wanna stay leave me alone
If you wanna leave, give me a call
If you wanna stay leave me alone
Lit a cigarette
Smoke it to the butt
Flick of the finger
Make it a five timer
I'll flip over
Keep your chair
Take my change
I don't care anymore
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Melted Cactus Paris, France
The debut EP of Melted Cactus displays the wide range of influences of the band. From the raging pop punk "Butterfly Cemetery" that make you wish concert venues were still open to the melancolic ballad that is "Five Cigarettes", or the simple yet summer effective "Drugs", the music il like a raw diamond that need nothing but support to be polished into future projects of the band ... more
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