Crushed Velvet Man

The Motor City rocks like a head full of granite. We were diggin heavy metal before the whole planet. Got the Iggy Pop punk rock crash boom rattle. Too much grunge, we had to ship it to Seattle.

Countin' Flowers On The Wall

I keep hearing you're concerned about my happiness.. All that thought you're giving me is conscience, I guess.. If I were walking in your shoes, I wouldn't worry none..

Closer (my Love)

Closer (My Love). . Closer my love. Veil me with your warmth. Oh how afraid we are. I hold my breath. I try to hide my pain. Here in your embrace. So this pain would be gone.

Cynical

Depleted uranium is used on the ends of bullets. And on the ends of shells because it is so hard. Almost any armament is vulnerable. To something that is tipped with depleted uranium.

Congress

Contracorriente

Contra el absurdo de los celos. El espacio abierto. Contra la pasividad. La curiosidad enciendo. Contra lo lento y cotidiano. La exploración. Contra tanto cuento.

Contar Contigo

Que no sea todo mentira. O en su defecto no lo parezca. Que no aumente la ceguera. De los que están siempre arriba. . Que el pequeño genocida. La palme de una enchilada.

Ciudad De Bajas Pasiones

Saliendo de Ciudad Juárez. Aún nos duraba la noche más larga. Quizás no fueran bastantes. Canciones de madrugada. . Todos los narcocorridos. De tigres trucanes.

Carmen Jones

Voy a empezar por el principio. Cerca del precipicio donde siempre quise estar. Carmen Jones en el cuarto de estar. Nadie sabe andar como ella. . Quiso una estrella iluminar.

Canto (el Mismo Dolor)

Canto por que me levanto. Siempre con las mismas penas. Con las heridas abiertas. Que siguen sin cicatrizar. . Vago por las veredas. Por desiertos, por la selva.

Canto

Canto porque me levanto siempre con las mismas penas. Con las heridas abiertas que siguen sin cicatrizar. Vago por las veredas, por desiertos, por la selva.

Cops

Cops in the bedroom forming a question. My misdirection I don't know. It's such a nice badge, pen and a note pad. Sorry about that I don't know. . Cut all the crystals cock all the pistols.

Curtametragem

Curtametragem. (Humberto GessingeAugusto Licks). como qualquer curta-metragem. tropicalismo. bossa nova. rei pel. como qualquer curta-metragem. Brasil.

Crônica

Crnica. (Humberto Gessinger). J no passa nenhum carro por aqui. J no passa nenhum filme na TV. Voc enrola outro cigarro por a. E no d bola pro que vai acontecer.

Crnica

Crnica. (Humberto Gessinger). J no passa nenhum carro por aqui. J no passa nenhum filme na TV. Voc enrola outro cigarro por a. E no d bola pro que vai acontecer.

City Of Lost Children

Civ

I see, nothing is real...all is hate what i can feel ..... What you are telling me.... Inside my head I can dream about the end for us....left me.... Let me high alone, Im no one....

Clean Sheets (and A Dirty Mind)

In illusion you're suspicious. This insomnia turned religious. In my silence, I'm just paranoid. I've been waiting so long to hear your voice. . Faces of our innocence.

Circles

Another circle. We will make. Another circle. We take. . It's all a question. To save the truth. Another lesson we lose. Ever since you went away. . I dream about you every day.

Coming Back Around

I woke up today feeling like shit. my head is pounding, still not used to it. I've gotta find a way to push it all aside. hit the bottle, she's always by my side.