The gun blames. You go wild for those creatures, for the sun.
Could the scream song show me the gold? For the blank earth to come?
And now I’m the sprint, and now another ring, trying to understand what can clean my veins. I am alone, I was dying for the kids night break, just to keep me blind.
Sometimes I creep, I am the night, a broken piece in my life.
For the Sunday game, are you alone? Just to keep my breath out of the cold.
My defeat’s on trail, I am the sight, call of my mouth and doubts of my brain.
I didn’t come, and I’m sure, I won’t look at the night’s eyes.
And then I’m wrong and I make you cry. Another fault that resides inside.
How could I know that I make my mistakes if I am the kid that was stolen?
Living bravely in a lonely shay. Nothing more than me is inside.
Now I’m the core, I am the corpse of the chords, of the course of the corner.
And then I make you cry. I don’t want everything’s sacrified, everything left behind.
And one more goal to blame, and one more eager side.
I’m angry with everything, everything means lonely.
El Signo
El arma culpa, vas a muerte, a por esas criaturas, a por el sol.
¿¿Puede la canción del grito mostrarme el oro? a cambio de un planeta vacío que está por llegar?
Y ahora soy la elasticidad, y ahora otro cuadrilátero , intentando entender qué puede limpiar mis venas, estoy solo, muriéndome por el descanso nocturno de un niño
simplemente para mantenerme ciego.
A veces repto, soy la noche, un pedazo destrozado de mi vida,
¿Estás solo para el partido del domingo? Simplemente por mantener mi aliento alejado del frío, mi derrota está en camino, soy la vista,
la llamada de mi boca y las dudas de mi cerebro, no vine y estoy seguro de que no miraré a los ojos de la noche.
Entonces, estoy equivocado y te hago llorar, otra culpa que reside dentro de mí,
¿Cómo podría saber que comento estas equivocaciones si soy el niño que fue robado? Vivo valientemente en un solitario carruaje, nada más que yo permanece dentro, ahora soy el núcleo, soy el cadáver de los acordes del curso de la esquina.
Y luego ten hago llorar, no quiero que nada sea sacrificado, que sea dejado atrás.
Y un objetivo más al que culpar, y otro lado entusiasta más,
estoy enfadado con todo y todo significa solitario.
lyrics
The Sign
The gun blames. You go wild for those creatures, for the sun.
Could the scream song show me the gold? For the blank earth to come?
And now I’m the sprint, and now another ring, trying to understand what can clean my veins. I am alone, I was dying for the kids night break, just to keep me blind.
Sometimes I creep, I am the night, a broken piece in my life.
For the Sunday game, are you alone? Just to keep my breath out of the cold.
My defeat’s on trail, I am the sight, call of my mouth and doubts of my brain.
I didn’t come, and I’m sure, I won’t look at the night’s eyes.
And then I’m wrong and I make you cry. Another fault that resides inside.
How could I know that I make my mistakes if I am the kid that was stolen?
Living bravely in a lonely shay. Nothing more than me is inside.
Now I’m the core, I am the corpse of the chords, of the course of the corner.
And then I make you cry. I don’t want everything’s sacrified, everything left behind.
And one more goal to blame, and one more eager side.
I’m angry with everything, everything means lonely.
El Signo
El arma culpa, vas a muerte, a por esas criaturas, a por el sol.
¿¿Puede la canción del grito mostrarme el oro? a cambio de un planeta vacío que está por llegar?
Y ahora soy la elasticidad, y ahora otro cuadrilátero , intentando entender qué puede limpiar mis venas, estoy solo, muriéndome por el descanso nocturno de un niño
simplemente para mantenerme ciego.
A veces repto, soy la noche, un pedazo destrozado de mi vida,
¿Estás solo para el partido del domingo? Simplemente por mantener mi aliento alejado del frío, mi derrota está en camino, soy la vista,
la llamada de mi boca y las dudas de mi cerebro, no vine y estoy seguro de que no miraré a los ojos de la noche.
Entonces, estoy equivocado y te hago llorar, otra culpa que reside dentro de mí,
¿Cómo podría saber que comento estas equivocaciones si soy el niño que fue robado? Vivo valientemente en un solitario carruaje, nada más que yo permanece dentro, ahora soy el núcleo, soy el cadáver de los acordes del curso de la esquina.
Y luego ten hago llorar, no quiero que nada sea sacrificado, que sea dejado atrás.
Y un objetivo más al que culpar, y otro lado entusiasta más,
estoy enfadado con todo y todo significa solitario.
credits
from "V" 2017,
released April 7, 2017
All the songs written and composed by Vincent Gondo and Seki.
Except V, composed by Hoodlover and Vincent Gondo.
Produced and mixed by Eduardo N’gongo, Hoodlover and 61 Garage.
Recorded at OneClapMusic Studio and Hood Love Music.
Pianos recorded at the Illustrious School of Doctors (Great Amphitheatre) Madrid by Eduardo N’gongo, Hoodlover and Fran Shad.
Mastered by Hoodlover at Hood Love Music.
Artwork and Illustration by Vincent Gondo.
Designed by Ruben S. Ollero RSO Creative and Miguel A D. Vas.
Eduardo N’gongo – Granular Synths
Hoodlover – Keys and Synths
Iván Martínez – Bass
Jorge Furnadjiev – Cello
José Medina – Drums
Robin Plankerhorn – Bass
Seki – Voice
Soma Bass – Bass
Vicente Pesudo – Trompet
Vincent Gondo – Voice, Guitar, Keys, Drums and Percussion
• Speech deliverately taken from the film, “The Great Dictator” by Charlie Chaplin. Inspired by Paolo Nutinis´ song ,Iron Sky, which greatly influenced 61 Garage in the process of making this album.
For those who can hear me, I say: Thanks to all the people who have helped to make this record a realty. From all the professionals who have played, recorded, produced, designed or filmed all the material we have made along these past three years, to all of our families, friends and supporters for having influenced, helped or adviced in order to make this record a better one.
Special thanks to Bienvenido a los 90´s from “Radio Utopía” with Roberto Martínez, for being there and giving us a voice.
Thanks to NOSTAL61A´s short films crew: Hoodlover, Fran Barajas, Miguel A D.Vas, El Infamous Abel , Diego Ferreiro, Rubén Cogorro, Sergi Cuastray, IsReal Lemus, Alberto C. Cerviño, Iván Martínez, Soma Bass, Ernes Punk, Ruben S. Ollero, Esther Gómez, Rubén Saba, Alberto león, No Dogs and all of you who have helped to make this whole film work our most powerful weapon.
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