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Raw Waltzes

by Beev Rations

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1.
The king goes on balls. The crowd dance the waltz, pretending not to see the game, the nude truth. They just obey, nothing to say if tomorrow they are told to kill themselves. Only the clean eyes of innocent child (that is you) can look and see what is there. But adults are blind cos they're of a kind of people who forgot to hear and remind the voice of the heart. Look at him, he goes in furs... Oh my... Those adults are fool they haven't a clue about the yummy thrilling glow of love. The king goes unclad. The queen's not so glad. And the citizens are in the jail of their minds And the citizens are in the jail of their minds
2.
The girl next door is the boy next window. It depends on the day or the pay they give to her or him. Because it seems everyone has a price, mmmm, except for a few, like you, babe, and I. I saw her on YouTube suggesting a make up that's now in fashion. And then on instagram, advising to inject yourself with a new poison for the next plandemic, soon on TV! I saw him yesterday painning after the fourth jab in the same arm and still he told himself it might be a rare side effect, having read a fucking fuck-checker, yeah, to feel better. Sorry, mate. And so it goes being matrix people. They rather die before to feel and care their life. But I prefer to love sing, shout and laugh, free as life.
3.
In their happy world you don't need to think cos the goverment already knows what is true. In this dawning of "new normality" you can thrive as long you take the latest “vaccine". The little problem is that people are getting sicker. They only survive day by day. Irradiated pharma junkies, breathing their own stale air, isolated, terrified by breaking news, deprived of all right in exchange of false safety. Just let me live, buddy. Let me leave, I'm gonna leave. In their crazy world (Alienation) church is your TV, (Obnubilation) every detail of your life's collected by your phone. (Disconnect the phone) Concentration camps (Trade of souls) are the cities too. (in your world. Hold on to you) They'll be robots with the fucking mark in their skin. (Not us, humans) They'll be robots with the fucking mark in their skin. (Hold on to your being)
4.
You see, Anemone. I am still here, stuck on your image, same as you're on the floor of the sea. And like you too I feel it's the right thing to do, I have time to spend and you're paying no rent. Nobody understands our love, It's not a thing they're dreaming of. Like I do, honey. (Instrumental) Nobody lends a hand to you, You needn't anyone, it's true. I see, Anemone, you're so glad to be as you are, inspiring me to live, love and laugh.
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Daydream 03:00
I know you're sick of the shit they say on TV and curse the fucking sold doctor praising vaccine. Yes, at this point is so clear if one can see that all this crisis was planned for control and genocide, a Hybrid war. But if you take your time and find what makes you feel alright, soon you will see the nightmare turned up a good dream. Daydream! Daydeam! We're gonna make it. Then when you change your view, a new path shows better ways to do. And you see the nightmare turned up a good dream. Slide your dial to tune in things you love. Once said Yahzi Swaruu, what you see on your mind it is real. Yes, we're gonna make it. Life is first. It's all 'bout vibration my friends. And fuck the "vaccine".

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released October 18, 2021

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Beev Rations Spain

Beev Rations is an indie band of bedroom pop-rock, which music, always alternative, is deeply influenced by the root-styles of Rock, flourishing from the heart with full flavour in those juicy little pearls of songs, expresions of an own musical language. ... more

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