Biografía:
La banda, en un ejercicio de ironía, se describe a sí misma como una formación de música experimental que hace pop nihilista y suicida. Algo hay de cierto en la definición, pero ‘Spiritual Front’ es mucho más . Las letras y las melodías de los italianos alcanzan cotas de profundidad, belleza y lirismo que han cautivado a un público muy heterogéneo.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Bm D
I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soul
I'm a slave to the money that burns my hands and to the profit and fatigue
to the mortal breath that bends my back and to the sperm that vibrates on my body
to the blade that will cut the sour fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest
G Bm A E
you have to abuse me cause I could have been so and I was never able to
you have to abuse my sex and tight your slipknot around my white neck
I'm slave to the mother of all pigs and to the father of all my oppressions
to the will that erases my regrets and to my childhood and my hidden fears
I'm a slave to the light that gives a face to weakness and to my fallen reign
I'm a slave to the salt and the wind that will burn my weath and my leprosy
you have to abuse me cause I could have been so and I was never able to
you have to abuse my sex and tight your slipknot around my white neck
I'm a slave to who gave a name to my body and form to my filthy soul
I'm a slave to the money that burns my hands and to the profit and fatigue
to the mortal breath that bends my back and to the sperm that vibrates on my body
to the blade that will cut the sour fruit and to the blade that will cut my throat and chest
G Bm A E
you have to abuse me cause I could have been so and I was never able to
you have to abuse my sex and tight your slipknot around my white neck
I'm slave to the mother of all pigs and to the father of all my oppressions
to the will that erases my regrets and to my childhood and my hidden fears
I'm a slave to the light that gives a face to weakness and to my fallen reign
I'm a slave to the salt and the wind that will burn my weath and my leprosy
you have to abuse me cause I could have been so and I was never able to
you have to abuse my sex and tight your slipknot around my white neck
Spitz
Spivey Crossing
Spizz Energi
Splandit
SPLASH DADDY