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eros
06:01
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while the sweat burns our sins
i pull your hair, beg for more, lick our wings
scream until faint
the smell of flesh, the taste of sex, the sound of wish (and)
take me, own me again and strip any
trace of humanity, make me eternal
dry all my veins while you stain my name
a fleeting instant falls, two bodies float
a guilty second and a whole life of yearning to come
a void between our arms, unanswered phone
risky games and old tapes mixed with maybe too much drugs
punished and inmate, i’m still searching that flame
over and over again
an empty bottle, a motel room
over and over
tonight i’l reach your heat
bags, ropes… one last breath
peace, war inside a spark
i cry out, i see the top while…
i pull your hair, beg for more, lick our wings
scream until faint
the smell of flesh, the taste of sex, the sound of wish (and)
take me, own me again and strip any
trace of humanity, make me eternal
dry all my veins while you stain my name
please go on
no, please don’t stop
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2. |
agapē
05:33
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trapped in that blue eyes
in your skin
in that smell that besots me
kneeling before words
that mold my way
and hold days
after days and days
i’d burn in hell to make this lasts
and i would sell my soul
i will build a throne with my bones
where we’ll submit the world
´cos i am nude within your whispers
blessed by your sex and drugged
in every stroke you carve on me
you are the truth to me
my universe
where i feel safe
touched by my god’s grace
i raise you in my dreams
to my shrine
and i fall in a eternal worship
i’d burn in hell to make this lasts
and i would sell my soul
i will build a throne with my bones
where we’ll submit the world
´cos i am nude within your whispers
blessed by your sex and drugged
in every stroke you carve on me
if i end this play we will stay behind the curtain
before i let you go i will bathe you with my bowels
i am lost without you
knife, blood… my gift
pure and divine
my sacrifice
i belong to you
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philia
05:05
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we did not need any excuses
just one “hi” and millions steps far
running to break our bones
running through laughs and wishes
marked books claiming for a puff
while a first kiss becomes a legend
running to win more medals
running through blood pacts and vows
broken lips healed with some cold beers
phone calls from a foreign sunset
running to proms and fireworks
running through nonstop yellings
bricks now shelter long chats and wine
trainees point high on our shoulders
running to battle against life
running through grey hair and creases
plant my own tree, take care of mine,
write my book. I know you will.
destroy last month, play my best song,
tell some jokes. Yes, you will do.
drink for old times, fight for new ones
everyday, every fuckin’…
throw me in that lake, say some true words,
and don’t cry anymore
goodbye
goodbye my mate
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4. |
storgē
04:32
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meals over a table from a magazine
remind me of best christmas that i’ve ever seen
one bike and a thousand balls lost in the yard
winter evenings sitting around tv
give me one reason to believe
you’ll have just one chance to forgive me
guests now leave me alone with all these memories
kids draw happy families like i once time did
i remember how proud you seemed to be
a misunderstood destroyed everything
give me one reason to believe
you’ll have just one chance to forgive me
i know it’s late, it was my fault, i miss you
but you won’t come back
i made mistakes, i was wrong, i broke home
and you won’t come back
i opened my eyes and you were there looking at me
you drew my path and sedeed my foundations
all that i was, all that i am, all that i will ever be
but I smashed your mirror with the arm of my anger
i wasted years and years cursing you, cursing god, cursing that fuckin´ evening, ignoring that they won’t come back
there’s no relief, only regrets
these postcards weigh and i’m falling down
i know it’s late, it was my fault, i miss you
but you won’t come back
i made mistakes, i was wrong, i broke home
and you won’t come back
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amor
04:03
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te escribo, te palpo, te siento en silencio.
te añoro, te ansío, te atrapo y te tengo.
mi pluma resbala sobre este gris papel, se desliza y encalla pensando en su piel.
me salvaste del fuego, me viste nacer
paso a paso en sus brazos te supe ser fiel
durante todos aquellos años no me paré a pensar
si era el puto destino o una mera casualidad
te debo aquel beso en la puerta del bar
las velas, los versos y algún despertar.
fuimos grandes, fuimos importantes,
palabras sinceras y tú siempre expectante.
el susurro de una nana convertido en canción,
caricias y flechas en plena colisión.
su mirada me hablaba, me hacía sangrar,
cada noche te veneraba por ser, por estar.
el tiempo parado, éramos solo los dos
las estaciones morían en nuestra sucia habitación
me moldeaste a tu antojo, me dejé seducir,
curé mis heridas, pobre infeliz
un paseo, una rosa, un brindis, un altar,
sentirse invencible, sentirse capaz.
pero a pesar de tu ofrenda siempre quise más,
me embriagué de deseo, no supe jugar.
Me izaste hasta caer desde tu loto
para olvidarte después de los trozos rotos
sufrí el desprecio de una mejilla distante
manos vacías, alféizar amenazante
y quién? ahora quién va a apagar estas llamas?
y quién? ahora quién me encontrará en la cama?
el mito ganó
me desterró
cuando
perdió la razón,
rugió el fervor
rugió
y yo te quise, fui consecuente
y yo te querré, te querré siempre
AMOR
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Jenna Suffers Almería, Spain
Bandcamp oficial de Jenna Suffers
compuesta por:
Fransi (Voz)
Pepete (Bajo)
Egea (Batería)
Maik (Guitarra y coros)
Serj (Guitarra y coros)
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