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1.
L 04:10
What’s that noise he hears It comes from the trap door He shouldn’t have read E. A. Poe Down the stairs step by step He missed one he always does He hits his head The pope is dead He stands up and switches on the light He cannot believe his eyes Sparkling clouds in front of him Chestpain’d galaxies around Odd fellows stare at him Can he feel his body? If only he had drank more milk He could’ve felt his bones If you wear latex clothes Then your thoughts would flow The light reveals a tiny circus With an eye he spies in the pavilion Behind the curtains he sees Weird humanity And women with flaws Blemishes glitches bugs snags A two-headed girl A woman with three boobs A bearded one and one with a hook He falls in love with each one of ‘em They geminate to create A new strain of freaks Pay attention because one day They might get you Making some noise Through the trap door Written by: Glass Furs (www.facebook.com/glassfurs)
2.
I 04:21
Passing away floating delay truthful perceptions deceitful illusions I never felt this strength within me not sure of being able to hold it the wounds of the past cannot be drowned even though every muscle seems to want it Treatment relief shutdown discharge blinded belief feelings enlarge Union of the senses takes me away it’s a matter of time it will all be the same spontaneous fissions radioactive decay increasing the soul nothing to blame Written by: Pino Corpseborn
3.
B 04:01
Hey there, I'm so late Hope you'll forgive me Let me take you to a fine spot where I'll make sweet love to you The only problem is there's no such place in town perhaps we won't lay down Think woman, think! where can I drive you to make you scream? Car sex is underrated and pretty unsafe these days. You'll probably get robbed or cut in pieces anyway I gotta push my mind over the limit I'm gonna think this problem through I kinda made a hundred miles just to have sex with you Think woman think where can I drive you to make you scream? Written by: Doctors In Mexico
4.
G 04:36
I've left Sisyphus at the foot of the mountain, You'll always recover your burden As Sisyphus always teach the highest of the faith, It denies the Gods and raises the boulders Nor sterile nor futile the universe The climbing itself may fill the heart of a man You'll always recover your burden. A shameful tribute to Camus. Written by: Filippo Cavallini.
5.
F 04:47
I never stood up for you and for that I'm sorry Do you think I'm still in time? I guess you won't answer I now recall.... You're six feet under (the ground) “No matter where your body lies” I remember you once told me “The whole point is to get out there with people you would take a punch for” And if it gets bad... I'm gonna end up six feet under (the ground) Written by: Doctors In Mexico
6.
E 08:55
Here comes the king of liars desperately alone, desperately safe he’s one of the best friends I've ever had because he's myself truly insane takes a breath and comes out from the grateful death in the void I’ve rescued one cutting veins instead of hair so I won the hardest battle. She's looking at me with constancy of desire, it takes a kiss to lick her bones. Graveyard screams murder graveyard screams revenge, despite you all he can come back when he wants. Now the horizon at the darkest hour makes me higher. Feel the total happiness of a desperate soul, everybody is the enemy for sure i could for sure i would The junkie virgin dances with me it's a sin I will win and disappear beneath the heaviest curtain of red velvet coagulated blood. Written by: Elisabestia
7.
C 05:12
BANG! Drive quietly baby. BANG! Another bullet on the rear window of the car. Shiny red mustang. BANG! all the money are safe now mon amour the caveau is empty and your heart in the grave. Motherfucking cops! You bastards! You killed my love you killed my future and now I’m alone in the dark highway. Now my heels are dirty. When i buried you I combined the soil with my tears. My mom never cried for me, stupid crazy bitch. I’m following my bad behavior I’m a bad girl I know you want my lips. Drive fast now baby to the moon to the father to the lights of the city. I will never run away alone if I can’t have your luxury I am a weak woman, you always said to me: “I will always love you, baby. like I love money, drugs and sex”. Please, my lord, forgive my gun now. BANG! The last shot exactly in the center of the head, blond hair, blood air. I don’t have dresses for paradise. I’m in hell now. With all my money all my fuckin gold and my stupid love. Rest in peace world my life begins now. Written by: Fcogzzi
8.
A 03:37
When she set foot in yet another puddle, she couldn’t help but to fall in it once again. While mud was curling, piling up beneath her bare feet’s toes with that familiar tickling, a buzz climbed her spine. Up towards the hypothalamus, eyes closing: letting all articulations shatter under their own weight, filling with a deafening void (concave Hertz) her worn eardrums. They acknowledge the overdose. While the darkest rooms of the royal palace burst open -malicious locks of doors always half-closed have unlocked again- and opaque, synthetic lights race to reach every dusty corner of the soul, the speed between synapsis increases. Everything that’s shaped crumbles, displaying the simply complex nature of the being. If every answer is subatomic and global, why is it so easy not to look? When she opened her eyes behind the dark curtains of the mind she could still see the beautiful Lothlorièn before her. Written by: Lorenzo Manfredini
9.
D 04:35
Lucidity’s not an outcome of the way you think. Sometimes it’s evident by the way you act. Thinking too much usually saves you from the most unpleasant situations and condemn you when everything’s going great. Under the effect of alcohol and drugs this doesn’t happen. They accuse you of not being lucid but it’s not like that. It’s right in that moment that everything’s clearer. I believe there’s a rule, opposed to the Murphy’ Law, that I’ll call the “D Law”. This law states that whenever you’re high or drunk if anything can go well, sure as hell it will. Nothing can stop you cause you simply think that this can’t happen. Your strength is tripled, you don’t feel pain or fatigue anymore. This law doesn’t involve the ones around you, it is purely egocentric. We’re talking about happiness and personal temporary satisfaction, without caring about consequences. It’s like: I’m stupid and lost in bullshit but I’m happy about it. And when a dinosaur will enter your bedroom and tear you to pieces, you won’t be able to even think that what you did was wrong cause you’ll be already dead. Written by: Andrea Trombetta – Beatroom DJ

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released April 18, 2015

BILE is the self-produced, debut album of instrumental rock duo Doctors In Mexico (Carlo Calanchi = drums ; Mattia Cenacchi = guitar).
The album was recorded (live) in late October 2014, in a fomer elementary school located in Contrapo', Ferrara, Italy > video: goo.gl/RCb7xp
( Arci CONTRAROCK Circolo Culturale | www.contrarock.net )

Recorded, mixed and mastered by SAMBOELA: samboela@libero.it
Cover photo by Filippo Tumaini: filippotumainiph.wix.com/filippotumainiph
Cover & album artwork by Christian Bondandini: ns.graphicart@gmail.com
"Lyrics For Unsung Songs" written by: Glass Furs; Pino Corpseborn; Doctors In Mexico; Filippo Cavallini; Elisabestia; Fcogzzi; Lorenzo Manfredini; Andrea Trombetta.

Artwork and lyrics here > goo.gl/qHICRT

All songs and lyrics are registered on www.patamu.com.

CDs available > doctorsinmexico@live.com

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