1. |
Camp For Nothing
02:18
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If he could see them as human
He must have the heart to save a human
But all I see is a man who does not
If I have a right to speak my mind (speak my rights)
Why does your god allow it not? (Allow it not)
I don’t understand who is at fault
I could scream
If I could reach you
I could yell
Beg you to hell
There’s a story that I hear
One day all the poor will persevere
In a land that exists after we die (die)
Where the earth we live in that’s a hell
We’ll no longer be in there
A universe of angels and It makes me cry!
I could scream
If I could reach you
I could yell
Beg you to hell
“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”
“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”
“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”
“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”
I could scream
If I could reach you
I could yell
Another dead in their cell
(“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”)
Another dead in their cell
(“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”)
Another dead in their cell
(“La Migra, Policia, La
Misma porqueria!”)
Another dead in their cell
4,5,6,21,25,32,34,35,45, 55,65,65
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2. |
Castle Moat
03:34
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Do you go off, or are you off? Do you go on, or are you on?
Perfumed garbage
Snow in my shoe
Sidewalk chalk
Don’t you, don’t you worry
Don’t you
Worry
Don’t you
Don’t you worry
I built a castle moat
My bridge is down
Shoes tied on, waiting
Waiting for it
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3. |
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Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Weekends I can’t remember
Late nights i don’t regret
Hangovers that burn forever
Oh shit did I send that text
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Weekends I can’t remember
Late nights I don’t regret
Hangovers that burn forever
Oh shit did I close my check
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Weekends I can’t remember
Late nights I don’t regret
Hangovers that burn forever
Ah fuck is that my ex?
Dancing with my Demons
Dancing with my Demons
Dancin’
dancin’
dancin’
Dance until we’re bleeding
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4. |
Refrigerator
03:05
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Somewhere in Boston
Sent out a letter
To who I was
I have a future
Frozen for later
It’s in a Boston
Refrigerator
Somebody told me
Somebody would be
Somebody to me
I have a future
Frozen for later
It’s in a Boston
Refrigerator
I have a future
Frozen for later
It’s in a Boston
Refrigerator
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5. |
Here's Hoping
02:42
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loveless or need you
maybe break you
sexless or begging
just a toy for another one of you
who, what, whatever
I’m only this
burn alive
get a disease
burn
rot
die alone
friendless
fail
I’m hoping
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6. |
Mujeres Con Mangos
03:02
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There’s a woman selling mangos
on those New York City streets
hot chili sauce in a Ziplock bag trying to make ends meet before gentrification kills her
The New York City summer hustle is a real grind
sweating all day till
the early night time
mi Madre always taught me to buy and say “Hi”
Estamos todos
detenidos por ICE
Detenidos, detenidos por ICE
I’m walking down the street eating my juicy mango
to the right is a woman with ice pregunto, “Cuanto es el hielo?” she responds, “Un dolar y un dime.”
Estamos todos
detenidos por ICE
Detenidos, detenidos por ICE
Señor si me escuchas me tienen mis hijos esos
Gringos los Gringos de ICE
por favor Señor solo vendo mis
Mangos y hasta frescos y ricos también
Si no fuera por este Presidente
Todos dormiremos bien.
Porque
Estamos todos
detenidos por ICE
ICE! ICE! ICE!
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7. |
Same Difference
02:23
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Finally grew a heart
Who knew the tide would change so soon for us?
Just a step away
Just a step away from
something real
Nothing changes
Give us what we need
Just to take it away
The tide comes in and drags us out
We’re no better off than yesterday
Different look still hits the same
Just a different kind of same
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8. |
Get Over It
02:48
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I thought to write you off
I gave it time
I gave it time, time to get over it
Should I even try?
You are so slow,
Maybe you don’t mean it
I gave it time, time to get over it
Should I even try?
Should I?
Get over it
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9. |
Shake That Feeling
02:43
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Who knows where my
mind goes?
It’s illogical
It turns around, no sound
Mindless, mindless
It’s so illogical,
intractable, impossible
to shake that feeling
That feeling
Who knows where my
mind goes?
It’s illogical
Intractable
Impossible
That feeling
Shake that feeling
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10. |
Exit Please
03:22
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Hanging out at the bar
Some kids walk in
Candles burning at the center of the table
They’re making a mess
The bartenders yelling
They laugh and laugh
Could this be happening?
So I turn around
I tell them they “suck”
They look at me like we suck, and we all say to them
If you could exit exit please
Don’t forget to be respectful
Exit exit please
Don’t forget to be respectful
Exit exit please
Exit exit please
Exit exit woah!
She moved from the
west coast
To Bushwick Brooklyn
Her hair was a dark brown
And now it’s crystal clear!
A tattoo over here
Boots over there
Swiping away on those Tinder profiles
They meet at a bar
And go back to her place
They’re banging banging
But she doesn’t like it
So she goes and tells him
“Hey listen man, I don’t know about this
Maybe I’ll call ya tomorrow. Have a good night!”
If you could exit exit please
Don’t forget to be respectful
Exit exit please
Don’t forget to be respectful
Exit exit please
Exit exit please
Exit exit woah!
Shred ’em a new one Chica!
If you could exit exit please
Don’t forget to be respectful
Exit exit please
Don’t forget to be respectful
Exit exit please
Exit exit please
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In and out of dreams
In and out of sleep
Cat’s meowing
Dog’s licking his balls
The sun is burning my eyes
Chatter phone chatter
A headache from a hangover
An itchy throat
From cigarette smoke!
Alarm clock awakens my sleep
It only was an hour
Intertwined
Sloppy lovers mind
Feeling!
In and out of dreams
In and out of sleep
Cat’s meowing
Dog’s licking his balls
The sun is burning my eyes
The sun is burning my skin
Sun is burning my mind
Chatter phone chatter!
Alarm clock awakens my sleep
It only was an hour
Intertwined
Sloppy lovers mind
Intertwined
Sloppy lovers mind
Feeling
Feeling
A little better than yesterday!
In and out of dreams
In and out of sleep
I’m in and out of dreams
In and out of dreams
I’m in and out of dreams
In and out of sleep.
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Will it get worse before it gets better?
Are we running backwards?
I know I’ve seen it before
For better or worse I have seen it before
For better or worse I know
I’ve seen it, seen it before
Who has to die to keep us alive?
Or are we all lined up this time?
Dead or alive my heart
keeps beating
Dead or alive, it won’t stop
I will fight for you
If you’ll fight for me too
Tell me will you stay by my side?
What can I do to keep you satisfied?
Stay with me tonight or
they might take me out
Stay with me tonight before they
take me, take me
I will fight for you
If you’ll fight for me too
By my side, dead of alive
Take it from me, what I’ve got
Take it from me, whatever you want
Whatever you want
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Frida Kill Brooklyn, New York
Frida Kill is a feminist four-piece punk band out of Brooklyn, making noise about the dystopian nightmare we are currently stewing in. Frida Kill's sound is equal parts post-punk revival, filthy garage rock and experimental noise. Frida Kill's music melds relatable grooves that point to a time when rock 'n'roll was more visceral than cerebral. ... more
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