Xtra
(Lyrics: Daniel Mares+Juan Mares)
The policeman cuts the street with a yellow plastic band.
I can see his blood on the concrete,
His body under a golden reflective veil.
Morning papers announcing a new name,
Engrossing the number of the martyrs.
Now they are legion, now they crowd at Heaven's gate,
Crying for justice.
Someone smile as he dies...
Someone smile as he dies...
Someone smile as he dies...

The Quick and the Death
(Lyrics: Juan Mares)
They walk alone, they walk in pairs,
They build their pride in human pain.
They have a face, they have a name,
They press the switch unleashing the hell.
Anytime, anywhere they can reap out your faith, your dreams,
Your confidence, your sons, your friends, yourself.

They have no soul, they can't forgive,
No resemblance to human beings;
They cannot feel, they cannot fear,
They make their meal from other's screams.
Time ago they accepted this legacy: the fire, the tears,
The loneliness, the broken lives, the end.

Who can now remember the names of all those innocents?
And who could now defend them?
The deeds they did, the evil made.
But which's the way to follow?
Forgive, revenge, the love, the hate; there is not tomorrow,
As overheated metal shapes trace deathly lines to pierce the flesh.
A woman cry, a siren screams, the cameras capture the scene.
The hollow words, the Apocalypse, the Carnival of grieving sins.
Empty coffins, lined corpses, T.V. prime-time screens.

What is so wrong with ourselves...
She lives her life without remorse from what she says.
She drives the screw...she sets the clock and the lock.

Check the movement patterns...
Strange delights, we're really in love with what we made...
She turns the key...there is no change in her face,
There is no change in her face.

A thousand deaths will follow, another way to spread the word.
I can feel the sorrow-is always floating in the air.
Deaf, dumb, blind they hold on: across the time,
Across the space a deafening scream call to an end.
The Judges, the Victims, the Common Men
Demand the hangman's penitence.
The graves are full, the hopes are dead,
And all's starting once again.
False intentions they pretend to trade somebody else.

My name is Madness,
I'm the faceless, voiceless stranger. I swallowed the sun,
And then the lottery began.
Remain in silence...exhausted as he was,
He forced himself to move and follow on the path.

We sent the fire up through the wire,
It doesn't matter the cost if we hurt the most.
The vipers live on our beliefs,
As we look back not to face what we did.

The shockwave will toss Pandora's Box,
And eye for and eye is the way we must pay the loss.
We must be strong, our's the right to be wrong;
Embracing our cause there's no room for remorse.

He waits, he counts, figuring sounds,
He tries to see the runaway outs.
He exhales, he sweats, he scans the street,
He doesn't trust the people he meets.
Anyhow, anyway he must do it: the pain, the run, the fire gale,
The sound, the smell, the end...

The Harvest
(Lyrics: Juan Mares)
Light...
Burning through my heart,
And I can't get myself to face the Darkness,
Is wicked from the start,
As the Catherine Wheel is casting gloomy shadows over me...

Pain...
Deep under my skin,
The desolation lanes conform the pattern, the ritual begins,
And the rust in the machinery is shaping sentences of lost sense...

It's time to reap the harvest,
It's time to give away old fears and hates
And give ourselves to secret pleasures in the couple of seconds
Those still remain.
The scarce few moments before the dark,
The elusive sense of the upcoming end...

Urban Names
(Lyrics: Juan Mares+Daniel Mares)
Innocent eyes glancing through empty streets,
Echoes of cries, ghosts crawling in anguish.
I was born here, where no living has the right to live,
Born here. Look in the distance the footprints of dawn,
Making his way through the night, I look down:
Young girls insinuating deals.
I live here, no one knows the names of those he meets.
I live here, cut from the paradise lost...

"It's too late" the beggar cries with rotten teeth and alcoholic eyes.
I walk with the crowd, turning my face, I'll try to survive,
I'll do my best.

We move away from the bar trying to forget the men we are.
The pages from the calendar, are reminding us our failure...
"Rights and Justice are no more than empty expressions,
We can get reward from shooting out our neighbours"

To acquire a better live
She walks down the streets from nine to five,
May be not the better work, bot is not the worst to handle.
Orphans of the steel and organs to reselling,
Whisky for the breakfast and heroine for escaping.

Freedom paranoia all around our fortress,
People living far above their earned worthiness.
Talking tangled words to generate confusion,
Overloaded by the weight of disillusion.

When I feel down I get out for a haunt
(as the people I meet is much dumber than me),
And I feel the relief of performing at will on the streets, in the bar,
In the shops, at the park, I say:
"Hey! Ho!" joining the rumbling pack,
"Hey! Ho!" happy and drunk.
"Hey! Ho!" is much to hard to retrieve all the pains
From my broken heart.

I feel the same (here some things never change),
But the background is darker, auguring disasters.
I sit on the bench imagining the best:
I can't hear, I can't see, I can't move but I sing saying:
"Hey! Ho!" leaving the rumbling pack,
"Hey! Ho!" I'll never come back.
"Hey! Ho!" I've seen the spark of a mercurial feeling
In my broken heart.

Oxide streams in the cold concrete boulevard,
Triumphant they'll be,
I will stay out of here.
Mornings begin with frenetic activity,
Nightmares and dreams,
I will stay out of here.
Some ask for more, meanwhile some ask for charity,
Heaven and filth,
I will stay out of here.
They come and go with their fake masks of sympathy,
Too far from me,
I will stay out of here.

This is the gate to the Empire of Fame,
Where you can negotiate graces weighting like chains
And the gaining you get and the favours you pay
Are like memories that fade as the age make his trade, so say:
"Hey! Ho!" what an stupid game,
"Hey! Ho!" it's always the same.
"Hey! Ho!" but I will stay 'cos I have nothing worth
To keep hiding away.
"Hey! Ho!" waiting to have my day,
"Hey! Ho!" receiving the pay.
"Hey! Ho!" I'll change my place but
Wherever I'll go it will be the same.

It's not too late-I want to shout- if I knew your name,
We could run out.
I would take your hand and we would move to the west,
To change our times, to do our best.
I spoke with the concrete lines,
Trying to translate the abstracted signs.
Exploring out from the night
Came the emerging tendrils of the light.

Each night I'm gazing to the sky,
Desperately looking for the stars,
And the stars are all shinning again.
I'll never again feel so alone, when my sorrow eclipse the sun,
Because the stars are all shinning again...

Rupture (The Preacher and the Hooker)
(Lyrics: Juan Mares)
Starting motions just to look away,
Like vultures hovering above their prey,
Advancing quietly across the route
(But stop on laughing, she's just like you).

Her candid face shines like a nautic light,
Attracting hungry men across the land.
The message's flashing for those who care,
For anyone who can pay the share:
Love on the sale.
Here comes the man with the pointing finger.
The guilt and the shame (love on the sale).
Money for pain.

"I am the stranger crossing the promised land, I'm the one
Who is selling pleasure and delusion.
You move so closely, passing your hand through my flesh.
As the evening came, when the faces turn shades,
I'm the only one who's always the same".

"You choose to live through the easy way,
And this is just the price you pay.
I bring you promises of punishment,
For earning you bread with your sinful flesh.
Sinner repent!"
(Love on the sale...)
(Money for pain...)

She waves her head and moves away
With shrouded feeling in her lovely
Eyes and takes another hand, disappearing slowly in the night...

"You speak about free will, you speak about virtues and sins,
But for me, there was just one answer and no choices.
If Jesus loves me, why does he force me to follow this way.
On the night and the day,
Through accusation and shame,
All I want is to find a place to stay..."

Both move away,
And the death of light is showing them the path to the night,
Each one of them to make what's in demand:
To heal their wounds,
To break the chains,
To dream a dream of confidence.
To change their world,
To have a chance,
A better live, a different start,

The bitter love,
The looming hell,
Like melting ice they flow away.
The promises,
The loneliness,
Another woman, another man who cries...

Pana mtu mlagoni

Pero las dudas crecen en mi interior.
Cerré los ojos y escuche una canción,
Me hizo llorar, me hizo mirar hacia el cielo.
Me dijo "escucha solo a tu corazón"

Espero a que vuelva a salir el sol,
Para ver otra vez a la gente que amo.
Como silencios en una canción
Volveré a escuchar otra vez su voz.

Y las palabras no parecen llegar,
Hay tantas cosas que decir, que explicar.
Tres hermanos se reúnen a hablar.
Después de tanto tiempo encuentran la paz.

Río, la fuerza crece en mi interior,
Porque tengo a mi lado a aquellos que amo,
Y pongo mi vida en cada canción, otros ya hablan por mi,
Aunque no son como yo.

Kama hukumwona, haidhuru

Wherever...
(Lyrics: Juan Mares)
A silhouette crossing the street, is very much like you and me,
It brings back intranquillity, which is my only legacy:
Wherever I feel free,
Someone is chasing me...

I had a dream of transcendence engraved in fire on my conscience:
To envision something worth to live,
To climb above the human being.
Wherever things go wrong,
I build my very home...

And above consideration is that feeling we call Love,
I so sad to feel alone in such scenery much prowled.
I have grown deprived of something that I barely can perceive,
Is a fault inside me that cannot be observed through my skin,
So...

I stand behind my own device, detached from virtues and vice,
But then I heard that voice behind that gave the sight to the blind.
And someone took my hand, and said "You can't get back.
Whenever you feel safe, you'll have to move away..."

Pana mtu mlagoni

But doubts are growing inside my heart.
I closed my eyes, and then I heard a song,
It made me cry, It made me look to the sky.
It told me "you must only follow your heart's voice".

I'm waiting for the sun to rise once again,
Then I will see again those people I do really love.
Like the silences in a song,
I will here their voices again.

And the words never seem to come,
There are too many things to tell and explain.
Three brothers are coming together to talk once again,
It's been a very long time, but now they can find peace.

I'm laughing, and the strength grows inside my heart,
Because those I do love are right by my side,
And I throw my whole live in each song,
Other people speak in my behalf,
But they are very different from me.

Kama hukumwona, haidhuru