ÓCIO - Última Tour (2018)

00:00 - Acid Tongue / Bitter Lips
04:40 - But The Hunger

Duas músicas do show do Ócio em Vitória na última turnê antes do fim da banda.

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ACID TONGUE / BITTER LIPS (Furlan/Chuck)
I dropped the pill on the floor, then
I couldn’t find it anymore
So who the hell makes an orange floor, and
I don’t care if it was built with love.
But you know you ain’t my doctor
So who are you to lecture me like that?
I know just how it ends, and yet
It’s the start that bores me to death.
Not even if I could
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear
People or solitude
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you.
I lost my train of thought, so
You don’t have to pretend you’re here
A guilty laughter I just can’t help, I know
While your bitter lips I can grip.
The smell of this acid tongue, though
How can you keep it in?
Tell me in the name of what, love
We’ll just keep keeping it in?
Not even if I could
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear
People or solitude
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you.
Not even if I could
And not even if I should
God knows what is worse, dear
To keep a lie or to bear this truth
Your sweet voice may fool them, but I can smell a sour breath on you…
You turn your back and I still smell it on you.

BUT THE HUNGER (Furlan/Chuck)
All over the bodies of every man
And right on the edge of every kitchen's pan
Ride the worms that lick my hand
They look me in the eye, they understand.
Remains of food that lie on my spoon
Is where they lurk, they hide in commune
So how the hell am I going to prove
That all the worms on my food, they look like you?
They rub and breed without a trace of desire
While staring at me in a silent choir
But nothing's louder than what's totally quiet
I can hear their looks, they can smell me transpire.
The wind will blow, they'll land on my tooth
I'll hold my grin but they'll crawl to my lungs
So how the hell am I going to prove
That all the worms on my food, they look like you?
One of these nights, they found me in bed
Then hid again on my favourite glass
In my mouth, in my salad they did have sex
In my eye they slept 'till 25 past.
They feast on my lips, our kiss is so good
I hide my fear, I have to cry in the loo
So tell me how the fuck am I going to prove
That all the worms on my food, they look like you?
But the hunger…

Ócio
Daniel Furlan: vocal e guitarra
Rodrigo Larica: baixo e vocal
Patrick Preato: bateria e vocal

Gravado por Tito Zanotto
Mixado e Masterizado por Ricardo "Cachalote" Mendes
Foto por Victória Dessaune

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