1. |
Heavy Mental
01:30
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lyrics by Nick
Uno, dos, tres!
I thought you’d be a better singer
Now I give you the middle finger
You’re even a poor ass whiskey drinker
Don’t wanna hear your lazy whisper
Get off the stage!
You’re such a waste!
Get off the stage!
Don’t like your taste!
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2. |
Metron
02:03
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lyrics by Nick
We’re rushing in the metro
No sounds, no echo
An image so retro
We’re rushing in the metro
I think I’ve seen it all before
When people died in war
It sickens me, it hurts
No family, no friends
No destiny, just mess!
We’re marching in the desert
A bird without feathers
Don’t care about the weather
A bird without feathers
I think I’ve seen it all before
When people died in war
It sickens me, it hurts
No family, no friends
No destiny, just mess!
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3. |
Dry Tongue
03:16
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lyrics by Nick
The taste of kiss
The taste of bliss
I’m holding knees
Be gentle, please
Alien, eternal truth
Catch me up, in a better mood
Failure is a trick that grows by fear
A lover came for a reason to be near
Looking pale, pale heart
Freezing mouth, dry toungue
Near, my dry tongue!
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4. |
Lefty Can't Dance
02:23
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lyrics by Nick
He’s not workaholic
But we don’t see him much
Left him all, sad and worried
Now we treat him deadly nice
Lefty can’t dance!
He’s not father’s figure
Still a young boy from inside
He will make us all our favours
When it’s even out of his plans
Lefty can’t dance!
Drag him to the night club
Dancing on the bar
See him crack a little smile
Cheers to Lefty!
He can not dance!
Lefty can’t dance!
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5. |
BiKO
01:43
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6. |
The Encore
02:35
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lyrics by Nick
Hanging on the phone for an instant message
The agony to see you last in excess
Parallel lives that we’re coming into
The necessary crime that we’re falling into
It’s lying…
I’m over being nice, scared of what you think of
Sick and tired twice, speaking for the encore
Before…
I’m listening to songs that you’ve always been into
Lyrics is a sign that you always seemed to, deny
The sound of the door smashing into pieces
You’re leaving and you crawl and I’m falling speechless
Goodbye…
I’m over being nice, scared of what you think of
Sick and tired twice, speaking for the encore
Before…
If this is a sign, goodbye…
Bye!
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7. |
Uncola
01:57
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lyrics by Nick
Haha riot!
A normal look to have
A blunt girl so possessed
Of all the things she dreamed
This girl was not my friend
She wanted kids to have
To teach them things she learned
The greedy way she had
Please someone tell her that…
Uncola!
No, no, no…
More than a foolish stand
This girl that lacks of strength
She laid down on her bed
Bleeding from wounds she had
She screamed an evil chant
To make me fall apart
Got bitten by her charm
Please someone drag her back…
Drag her back…
Uncola!
No, no, no…
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8. |
PhB
01:01
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lyrics by Nick
I’ve got short hair
You’ve got long hair
I wear flat shoes
You wear big boots
You zip it, till you burn it!
You better take it off!
I wear wristbands
You wear big hats
I love street style
You like it all white
I see wet dreams
You drinks soft drinks
I like rock groups
You wear see-throughs
You zip it, till you burn it!
You better take it off!
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9. |
Life 2 Share
02:53
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lyrics by Nick
A life 2 share
There’s nothing else
To compare
I think I care (do you care?)
I want to dare (can you dare?)
If we can bare (can you bare?)
A life 2 share
No hand that shakes
No time waste
A common place
A friendly face
No distant calls, just dialogues
No empty walls, just rainfalls
No christmas gifts, no harm to please
No clever tricks, no extra cheese
That’s all there is, no agonies
We plant the seed, to grow a tree
I watch it grow from afar
No parenthood, no siblings crap
Just let it flow, be a star
Like the ones, they’re born to last
A life 2 share
There’s nothing else
To compare
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10. |
The Boy
02:23
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lyrics by Nick
The boy, blue eyed boy
A short boy
He kept on playing his toy
Whatever he said, a floating word to be concerned
Whatever that word meant
I could barely understand
The boy, flying high boy
Nearby
A broken hearted boy
Capacity room, he turned to my surprise
For reasons I can’t think
That boy took it nice
A boy, a certain boy
He kept on walking by
Along with fragile toy
The boy, blue eyed boy
A short boy
He kept on playing his toy
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11. |
Rider
02:05
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lyrics by Nick
Midnight hour, past flavour
Trouble making soft behaviour
Sophisticated skunk pain
We’re heading back to ride planes
I’m riding
Following your sound
I’m riding
With my head on the ground
Pilots of another game
It’s worth to make it without mistake
A midnight taste of serious pain
A midnight hour soft game
I’m insane
Let’s be active on this game
It’s the same, it’s a shame
Let’s be active on this game
I’m riding
Following your sounds
I’m riding
With my head on the ground
Midnight hour, past flavour
Trouble making soft behaviour
Sophisticated skunk pain
We’re heading back to ride planes
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12. |
On The Boat
02:27
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lyrics by Nick
Haribo macht kinder froh und erwachsene ebenso!
Hahahaha!
Sea, sea boat
Soon will float
To the places unknown
It will take you
Far away from me
In a land with no destiny
On the boat
Deeply aching
Heart pain
Crying overnight
Crying in the day
So leave me baby
Leave me joy
Hopes and dreams
Can be your toy
But soon, you’ll be back
To me, baby!
Come back to me!
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Hariot Drama, Greece
Hariot is a band formed in early 2008 by Nick (bass, vox) & Kostis (drums, vox) following the split of their previous bands called Loilok & Slang Alcedo. Their sound scape relies on their experimental play and momentary inspiration. DIY expresses both of them, so they record, mix & produce their work on their own. ... more
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Betty, Kostis & Nick form their first DIY pet band in the summer of 2003, record three albums and play some live gigs in Thessaloniki shortly afterwards. 'Dunkel Pop' is what they call it!
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