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Intro: Morning Star
01:41
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Xenophobia 88
02:28
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Lyrics:
Through the crowded space we make our way the pride that makes us fools the type that makes us blind...immigrant sky million pieces we break ourselves we push around...Through the crowded space we make our way the pride that makes us fools the type that makes us blind...immigrant sky million pieces we break ourselves we make our way.
This is the dignity this is the liberty a corruption a construction...and there you are there you stand forget the heart forget this land of yours...this is democracy this is salvation a corruption a construction...and there you are there you stand forget the heart forget this land of ours.
XENOPHOBIA! XENOPHOBIA!
XENOPHOBIA! XENOPHOBIA!
Waiting to be found were you even lost were you even there do you even care...bursting the core suffering an age disillusion galore. Waiting to be found were you even lost were you even there do you even care...bursting the core suffering an age disillusion galore.
XENOPHOBIA! XENOPHOBIA!
XENOPHOBIA! XENOPHOBIA!
XENOPHOBIA! XENOPHOBIA!
XENOPHOBIA! XENOPHOBIA!
CORRUPTION! CONSTRUCTION!
NO DIGNITY! NO LIBERTY!
CORRUPTION! CONSTRUCTION!
NO DIGNITY! NO LIBERTY!
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NYC B
03:19
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17
04:08
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Lyrics:
You haven't lost your crown. The gold is still right there. A believer in your heart. You were only 17.
I don't, I don't dream anymore...like everybody, everybody else. You'll never find the heart if you're not looking for it.
You think it's all so fake. You think the walls are down. Holier than thou. You were only 17.
I don't, I don't care anymore. Nobody, nobody calling on the phone. You'll never find the heart if there's no ring to it.
"This is your private revolution, Joe. Throw away the books. Burn your CDs. This is your very own revolution."
I don't, I don't dream anymore...like everybody, everybody else. You'll never find the heart if you're not looking for it.
I don't, I don't care anymore. Nobody, nobody calling on the phone. You'll never find the heart if there's no ring to it...no feel to it...no soul to it.
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Alien
03:03
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Lyrics:
"I was alive in my sleep 'til a knock on the door made my worst nightmare come true. I gave my name when they asked for it. I gave up with nothing to hide anymore. I was taken in handcuffs while my porn book was opened for everyone to view. Once outside I observed the beginning of a new day. I felt the coldness of the ground..."
Was I blind not to see that it wasn't meant for me that it wasn't meant to be or is it all in my mind!?
"They spoke in a foreign language they took me to a foreign place where I posed for a black and white photo that defines me now. turn right turn left you got me at every angle you got me. for hours and hours I sat and thought about all those fake promises all those fake indentities false. For 45 days I tried and tried but the bleakness of my situation overwhelmed me yes I was too tired to fight I was too I couldn't no lawyers no one was able to save me no one. I went back to the beginning to the end and back again to figure out how did I end up in that place. I had 45 days to reminisce..."
Was I blind not to see that it wasn't meant for me that it wasn't meant to be or is it all in my mind!?
"Intimacy was obsolete of course I slept with one eye opened and one eye closed. Guilty yes if that's what they wanted for me to admit Guilty I was guilty. Guilty of trying to resolve my status. Guilty of trying to live the American dream. Guilty of being a survivor. Guilty of being an alien...an illegal alien. So deportation came along and I went from country to country from airport to airport from place to place till I touched home where it's not now. Home I am home mother. Guilty I am guilty mother."
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Old Age
04:13
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Turned upside down
You let it all go
From the inside you find
You give in to abandonment
(you hold on to yourself
you hold on to whatever's left
you hold on to whatever's left
in your memories)
You hold on to yourself
You hold on to whatever's left
It's the life that gives out
Chapters that are lost
Broken bones, broken frame
You hold on to yourself...
Life is a mystery
Everyone must stand alone
I hear you call my name
and it feels like home
Broken bones, broken frame
You hold on to yourself...
It's the life that gives out
Chapters left unturned
The book that still remains
The book of Old Age
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Blind Dog
03:50
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Yr. 2001
04:11
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Pop Art
02:55
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The Great Depression
04:51
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Outro: Fin
01:52
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Martin Del Carpio New York, New York
Martin Del Carpio is a music and film artist.
In 2011, aside from previous albums, a
retrospective compilation called Lost Illusions was released.
In 2015, an experimental music project was released titled Notes from the Underground.
In 2018, a personal record called Involution was released along with some remixes and reinterpretations of the songs.
New songs are released as singles in 2019.
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