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New York City
Lower East Side
We went for a ride
In your car
From 1954
I couldn't ask for more
Loud and fast
Anxiety
Idle daydreams
Daily screams
Very young and naive
I didn't want to leave
The city of beer
Dog shit and Chanel N°5
Kept me alive
Loud and fast
Anxiety
Idle daydreams
Daily screams
Drifting aimlessly
All the men were wounded
Brilliant and fragile
Going away for a while
Loud and fast
Anxiety
Idle daydreams
Daily screams
And everything falls apart
Like it should
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Dramatic End
02:43
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Aching head
Flavour of decay
Wish time would stand still
So you could stay
But all the best parties
Have a dramatic end
Gloomy and obscure
There is no cure
Let's go out and see the world
Floating on bliss
Love is blind
I don't care
I don't mind
Edge of madness
Night was the time
It's the end of something
That hasn't started yet
How messy can it get?
How messy can it get?
Floating on bliss
Love is blind
I don't care
I don't mind
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Broken
02:39
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An insane love affair
An experiment I suppose
Ending us felt like
The middle of an overdose
My body is failing me
From all the fun I had
It does not make me sad
I live in a daze
Of sleepless nights
Broken dreams
And blurry lights
All great happiness is a little sad
The stuff of half-remembered dreams
Everything is dizzy
No one said it would be easy
I wanted to be
Everyone, everywhere
Or I'd like to dare
And be me
I live in a daze
Of sleepless nights
Broken dreams
And blurry lights
I like everything and nothing at all
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London
02:16
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It's a London morning
A foggy winter day
Your room is the chaos
Where we lay
We drink morning coffee
But we haven't slept yet
All kinds of substances in my blood
Tell me I'm not fine
Desperation, paranoia
Are then replaced with wine
Hazy afternoon
I answered with confusion
To what felt like an illusion
All sounds surround me
I'm in such a hurry
That is hard to stand still
And I go against my will
But life is wonderful
So what the hell
Life is wonderful
So what the hell
Hazy afternoon
I answered with confusion
To what felt like an illusion
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Hell/Smell
02:49
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Reaching out for beauty
Time of great distress
Aching loneliness
Living in a mess
She loves shocking stories
Haunted all the time
I seek and can not find
My biggest enemy is my mind
Would you kindly
Direct me to hell
Maybe there
I can smell
I'm not mad
I'm only sad
You have another girl
Give it a whirl
Would you kindly
Direct me to hell
Maybe there
I can smell
I won't forget
But I can't remember
Note to self
Wild and wonderful dream
Would you kindly
Direct me to hell
Maybe there
I can smell
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Callaz Antwerp, Belgium
Callaz is the artistic moniker of Maria Soromenho. Being a self-taught artist, she gives her own language the background noise of her autonomy. She has taken the stage in as many cities as the ones that are part of her affective geography and the history of each of her works. Her live acts feature incisive refrains in the dancing darkness she has got us used to. ... more
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