Cheating. Stealing. Lying.

by Los Drama Queers

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5 song album that goes from the melancholy of the rain to the liberation of the body to dance and the mind to feel the world in a diferent way.

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released October 18, 2014

Image by Martijn Crowe
Recorded at Noord Studio by Ricardo Botello
Produced by Los Drama Queers and Ricardo Botello
Mixed at Noord Studios and Fonobox
Mastered by Sidartha Siliceo en www.analog3dmastering.com

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Track Name: Just Like Rain - Feat. Juan del Bosco
Sometimes, we feel like going into each others arms
but it's just like rain.
It's just like...rain.

And here we go, here we go
It's just you and me again
And here we go, here we go
Learn to be free

Sometimes, we feel like going into each others arms
but it's just like rain.
It's just like...rain.

A volte ci sentiamo andando, nelle braccia dell ' altro, ma
É come la pioggia

And here we go, here we go
It's just you and me again
And here we go, here we go
Learn to be free / Liberi
Track Name: Don't Find An Exit
what kind of scorpions
drowning in the ice
or purple monsters
caught behind your eyes,
why should the world keep runing
without you?
why should I keep breathing
if you are not here at all?
I saw lights coming / You once told me
and changing by your side, / That I should give away
and chinesse porcupines
crashing in my mind
I need a relief
before im going mad
but now its too late to beg you up here in your arms

blood in a can is what i can have I look for the dust,
I want to end with my life,
and i keep locking myself in an egg.
Track Name: Bill Bixby
Behind of every order there is a resistance.
Silently resistance over me.
Afraid of every girl i meet there is an answer.
Answer me who I'm supposed to be.
Up to be now.

Ahead of every door I cross there is another one.
Cruel and clumsy intention to be free.
Why don't you accept your islandness?
Why don't you accept your islandness?
It's a matter of space!
A matter of space!
A matter, a matter, a matter of space!
Go!

Bill bixby in a cementerium tried to blow my mind,
try to blow my mind, try to blow my mind!
Track Name: Girls Too
Hey, I don't want no kids
overpopulated world full of politics
Hey, I don't pay no tax
I just need a band who can grease and wax
Hey, you came home too soon
I still got no job, nor a land or doom
Hey, lying childish race:
I just need a girl who likes girls too.

please lay in consciousness
and dont ask why,
come back from grey oceans,
and feed me with past chances.
no matter guns and stones
I want your music back,
please lay in consciousness,
remember your past lifes

I'm just that girl who likes girls too

Hey, I don't want no death
Hey, this place going down
Hey, I will be your dog
(if we share a room for licking balls and bloody cunts)
Hey, lying childish race, I just need a girl (who likes girls too).

when wind goes out to stray
I couldn't say goodbye,
please leave without regreat,
we will ride other lifes,
alive like flames that toll
we brought the house of sun.


I'm just that girl who likes girls too
Track Name: Fishers
i wanna be your body
i wanna kill your babies
so if you wanna love me
it's tonight.

something, is it wrong with me?
cause i didnt feel it so.
something you forgot to tell,
cause now we are about to break.

come with me baby, come with me.
oh no, i really want to do the fishers...
come with me baby, come with me.
oh no, not looking for a real teacher...

The fishers the fishers I wanna go (Belong)
I really I really wanna do the fishers
The fishers the fishers I wanna go (Belong)
I really I really wanna do the fishers (Be long)
Someone take me to the fishers

come with me baby, come with me.
oh no, i really want to do the fishers...
come with me baby, come with me.
oh no, not looking for a real teacher...


Don't tell me how to feel
Don't tell me how to lie
Don't tell me that everything is gonna be alright
Don't tell me 'bout the sorrow
Don't tell me you're tomorrow
Don't bomb me with your speeches and your fascinating horrors

I just need present to become alive
I just need rhythm to make you feel
COME ON COME ON DAAANCE!
COME ON COME ON DAAANCE!
COME ON COME ON DAAANCE!

Do the fisher dance oh come on lets dance, oh come on lets dance
Oh come on lets do the fisher do the fisher dance


i wanna die at parties
forget obsesive lovin maybe's
so if you wanna hurt me,
it's tonight.
something always out of place,
but i didnt want to say a word.
your love always such a waste.
but now, you can go to hell.

come with me baby, come with me.
oh no, i really want to do the fishers...
come with me baby, come with me.
oh no, not looking for a real teacher...