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Voxtrot - Kid gloves.mp3

Listen to the sounds, they're ringing out around you These are the cries of the dying breed Politics of hate you'd never get around to Blood over brains that we never need I saw you in the back, studied and relaxed Fixed in the pose like a silent stone Serenity intact, it's the feeling that I lack Life in the floors of a stable home I can trace you on paper like a sketch of a smell You're a breath to the runner in contest In close to the nerve, but you rest so far away And I have to give it up someday Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me Pretending in a love like this I have no choice but to put you in back of me Don't cover my footsteps Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader You're dead weight all right, that's fine You get your hands off me You have to touch me with kid gloves You have to touch me with kid gloves Buy me to the wind, you talk me out of standstill I never felt so alive at once Finger to the quick, yes I can feel your hand still Pressed to the drain of the common months Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a miserable fuck Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a tireless bore Cheer me up, cheer me, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself Yes I'm a vanity whore Because it's race and it's power at the center of life We are blind to the people who need us But you're the kind of person who could understand that fault And I hope to measure you someday Every time I close my eyes, I see you in front of me Pretending in a love like this I have no choice but to put you in back of me Don't cover my footsteps Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader Dead weight all right, that's fine You get your hands off me You have to touch me with kid gloves You have to touch me with kid gloves Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a miserable fuck Cheer me up, cheer me, up I'm a tireless bore Cheer me up, cheer me, I'm invisibly stuck all in myself Yes I'm a vanity whore When you compromise yourself like that It's dedication So even on friendship Dead weight all right, I know you're no good for me Dead weight all right, I know you're no righteous leader Dead weight all right, that's fine, you get your hands off me You have to touch me with kid gloves You have to touch me with kid gloves

Keep Austin weird

Voxtrot es un grupo de rock pop autónomo de Austin, Texas. Quinteto formado por el vocalista Ramesh Srivastava que también incluye a Jason Chronis, Mitch Calvert, Matt Simon, y Jared Van Fleet. Su primer EP, un CD-R de esos quemados en casa, fue producido en 2003 y vendido a unas pocas tiendas independientes en Austin. Voxtrot son algo así como Belle & Sebastian, pero americanizado... música para hacerte compañia...

Los habitantes de Los Mochis, Sinaloa, México, están amablemente invitados a sintonizar Galaxy fm esta noche... con una edición increíble del Friday Night, conducido por Zael... atrapa la señal del 94.3 de frecuencia modulada a partir de las 8:15 p.m....

De Voxtrot vamos a escuchar dos canciones en mp3, descárgalas... fueron tomadas de su EP de 2005 Raised by Wolves...

Voxtrot - Wrecking force.mp3

Voxtrot - The start of something.mp3

This time of night I could call you up I'd get angry with athletic ease, break common laws in twos and threes If I die clutching your photograph Don't call me boring, It's just 'cause I like you Take me on back... take me back To the place where I could feel your heart Is this the end or just the start of Something really, really beautiful Wrapped up and disguised as something really, really ugly, Won't you... Come by and see me, I'm a love letter away I'd break your name before I'd say, "I really love you, love you, " I don't care if you saw, I watched every inch of film Flash across your Roman features, And I loved it, loved it; I don't care if You think I'm eager to shut your eyes, well I'm sorry-everybody knows you can't break me with your gutter prose Would you believe it, she sent me a letter, The ring, it nearly weighs her down, she's got another boy, oh boy Steady your ears... read my lips Poetry is not a luxury, it's how I'll break this home And when I'm really ill, won't you cradle me? Man is not a noble animal, but maybe woman is, remember, I heard you... Inside your room, you said, "You never really live Until your back's against the wall, " oh did you really mean it? I never break my gaze, if just to see this scar remain reflected in your eyes I think it's time to go home Oh, tell me your thoughts, tell me your thoughts on liberty, See there's a place where I sink to sleeping Oh, my vote is as red as my blood Will you join me for another round? I haven't had the chance to speak yet God speed... I break the law once every week to feel your touch, What's a book to you in bed, Do you feel better, older? This just makes me ill, your name is dripping from my pen Still you're not around to curse, I'll drop the gun now, I'm still under you... Marianne, let the ghosts sleep tonight. Marianne, let the ghosts sleep, just shut your eyes and burn the past away