Lonely streets I wonder, yellow sunday lights. I follow your messages written on the wall. Drawing songs I can't sing laying in the sand. I never reach them nor the clouds of Genghis Khan. Life's just I ride and we almost end. CHORUS Victoria, time flyies here we remain. Victoria, Ain't it good to love again. All this good and band memories they soon will disappear, like tears in the rain. We are stood at the top of the hill, look the fools at the final scene, it's called whiskey breakfast. Grey stairways you are longer than my life I sit in silence waiting for the storm. CHORUS

I always win the races 'cause I still keep on running. I never stop or ever ask where this slipping road will lead me, I (just) go on. Many by my side, I called for help nobody called me back. The loudest/heaviest sound, the biggest crowd but in between you feel alone. You follow the shepard of the blinding green eyes, it's not what you need is what you let it out. CHORUS This is my moment don't you see? It is like I am on the crest of the biggest wave you've ever seen. this is only once in a life' We didn't blow the changing winds to hoist the sails is in your hands. The wave's is coming now let's surf or sink some gods like those that die young. I see the money is back on the temple but it's empty now. In your house your programmed task buys you a ticket to promise land. Let's do a toast for life as tomorrow we will die. Big city lights, long empty streets, memories of heroes of the working class. I'd rather be wrong another million times than waiting forever for a second chance. CHORUS you will never find me on those that die young fortune's for the brave I keep my faith in the young

Crawling again to the same destination it's up to me. Face to face all the human frustrations, and i'm getting high. Here it goes, is the veil in my eyes, I can't feel what you feel. Yes I won, my own raise and fall, I end up on a cage out of my demons. Now I'm counting the days, prior to my liberation, can smell freedom from here. Destiny says, boy you don't have election, I have never try to change I do camouflage.

Late hours can turn mad your voice found myself in a beach club looking for rock and roll In this part of the city I haven't been in a long time the paquis gave me some beers they grabbed it from the filthy ground. "Beer, hash or cocaine?" Well I don't know just what to say then I saw the cops payed by the night clubs. You've got to be yourself sometimes you put the hood on to look like a bad boy and they kick your ass. CHORUS Darling, aren't you satisfied? Don't worry for me I haven't slept for a while. Any reason to stand by me, It's not the drugs I'm getting high cause I have fever. I read you a poem down the arch I brought you a rose from the backstreet was dried and withered rose Honey, I don't give a shit.

We have come from far, on a one way trip. We saved our ass by the laws we skip then we got in a fight in the Negro's street. Now we are ready for fun but everybody here dances alone. Easy to bump the sights I don't what they mean. My friend gave a smile, with calcium in his checks. I calmly expose the plan, he didn't even know what I mean but he nodded it's alright, and everybody plays the game alone Then I heard kill'em I turn my head and on your new face your blessing innocence. There is blood combing my hair I should quit this bad companies. The wheel spins again. I drunk the hate poison, poison crushing my head. Now I forgot the way he spoke to me but everybody said "he was kind and sweet" that's enough for me. CHORUS Where are you my new friend? I though that we were so different I'm sorry my friend We had too much things to say Somedays I wish I get back this little kind of happiness. Now you are far away a message I have to convey Were are you my new friend? Were are you chodu man?

I lost my swing, I focus on my things all day. I met my friend, we didn't have much to say. Long distances may change your mind, no matter what I'm felling the same. You know that I can't sleep at night I'm hearing all the songs I've made. Sometimes it's hard to have fun without something else. I thought I had quit the booze at my age No I've never smoke a full cigarette, like my friend and now he did it someway we are growing up. CHORUS The days are shorter I'm a bit confused when it comes I see the sunset feels like I'm going to die soon. You know my superstitions, you know all my dreams too. It's only when you are leaving that I'll know if I loved you but I've gotta go now One day, three cities, a thousand miles away. I wrote your name I've forgotten how my writing is. Sometimes its hard to have fun without something else. I thought I had quit the booze at my age No I've never smoke a full cigarerte, like my friend and now he did it someway we are growing up. CHORUS I'm gonna tell you somehow: girl, I may love you. Oh I should hurry up because I know you are leaving soon. Only in the mirror your eyes can look at you. Only in your tears I saw myself as something more than me.

Why, sweet baby, why? Don't you forget the night that everybody talks, there's rain on your heart. So, please, dude, don't be shy! She said to me, she wanted a lot of sex, but I was drunk that night. C'mon. CHORUS Good bye, I'm going home, I feel alone. Everybody thinks that I'm strong, and everybody thinks that I'm wrong, but everybody knows that you and I feel rain alike. Lights into my eyes, thousands of miles in front of me, but I always miss you girl. So, please, dude, don't be shy! She said to me, she wanted a lot of sex, but I was drunk that night. C'mon. CHORUS

I know you trying to change the world. You will never work it out. You don't do what you believe you don't believe (in) what you've done. The world is turning you're feet chained to the past. You've got the ears of the wolf, the night is howling CHORUS the call of the wild. I took a solitary trip I let civilization to fall I found a beautiful way to die when I left all behind. Your friend waits for you at home no conversation at all. Time for a fast soviet dinner back to the prison's man, but the room is empty your eyes fixed to the wall thinking how to break the bars CHORUS with the force of will. I took a solitary trip I let civilization to fall You'll found a new way to live your life when you leave all behind I found enlightenment by the burning of my institutions. I searched through the ashes new prayers for me. They still stare us from the TV tower unnamed constellations witness my destiny.

It's kind of a mess you heat up the meal, but you store it in the fridge, like in my city it easier to see a bridge than the river fish. I went to a show a handful of people. Today you claim "No big bands anymore" while in your car is playing the station with all this old records. CHORUS She drinks a full bottle of milk, you said you don't like her anymore. In the shadows you love her secretly as everybody does. You won't have kids, you have bought a new dog even with your cat we get on well but there is no one to play. A brand new shop of cupcakes, I don't care. Dead man have no friends oh yeah/ it's remorseless. CHORUS

As I try to move forward, whenever reality shows me otherwise. Now, my only hope is to overlook that men I thought I would be. You can bring it out, buy I will feel down, keeping me in the dark. I try, I try, to move forward when I feel peace of mind. ----------------------------------------------- Some place in a land of bravery nothing is what it seems. Something runs through the mystery. Close your eyes and you'll see furthermore the shadows enhancing. Younger man, now it's the time of death and glory again, and feel all the senses betray someone who drew a deep breath, being aware of before, before wandering through all the roads gobbling their hops, Oh on a lonely shot.

FOO. Seguros de estar perdiendo el tiempo en busca de títulos universitarios y currículums de excelencia, en 2008 decidimos olvidar aquello que nos enseñaron en los colegios católicos y juntarnos a tocar rock del bueno, o del malo, ese que inunda nuestras cabezas de electricidad y desquicio. Así acabamos en una cocina grabando nuestra primera maqueta, cocinando un puñado de canciones indecentes que, sin pies ni cabeza, nos invitaban a buscar escenarios, seguros de hacer lo poco que podíamos y sabíamos hacer, sedientos de rock y carretera. En busca de nuestro rincón en la escena musical, recorrimos bares y baretos y nos presentamos a todos los concursos posibles y en todos fuimos rechazados e ignorados como Yoko Ono. MARC MOLAS, productor y dueño del sello discográfico ONARAMA RECORDS, sello underground donde los haya, siendo jurado de uno de esos concursos que nos negaba la entrada, decidió conocernos y abrirnos las puertas de su estudio para grabar nuestro primer LP: ELENIN. Nos recibió en una mañana resacosa de ojos turbios y boca seca, perfumado el ambiente de whisky y humedad, en un estudio mezcla de natural y torrefacto: EL TOSTADERO. Comenzaban entonces nuestras vidas paralelas, guiados por los conocimientos de un melómano integral que nos arropó con vinilos, amplificadores y un gato. En pocas semanas nos encerrábamos para la preproducción, luego la grabación y un proceso de mezcla muy largo que dejaba atrás el sonido roto de las maquetas y buscaba plasmar por fin un material aun más roto de una banda joven y primeriza, lleno de sonidos eléctricos noventeros, fruto del rock británico que nos afianzó como músicos, nos conformó como una familia y nos permitió descubrir, poco a poco, nuestro propio sonido sucio y valvular a partes iguales. Fue una experiencia intensa, llena de emociones y contradicciones que nos fue transformando y dio paso a la primera gira por la península. En el recorrido de esta, rodando carreteras secundarias y caminos polvorientos, descubrimos la esencia de nuestro sonido bolo a bolo, cada vez que nos encontrábamos tocando en una barra americana o en bares decadentes, frente a bukovskianos personajes de noches incansables que incluso llegaban a cohibirnos, en un principio, para luego dejar salir en cada canción lo más “fuck” de nosotros, dejándonos la piel sobre las tablas, aprendiendo que un concierto nunca acaba hasta que comienza el siguiente y que es el directo lo que calma esa sed de rock. Paseamos nuestras guitarras por Madrid, León, Valencia, Monzón, Zaragoza, Barcelona, Terrassa, Lleida, Castellón, Pamplona, Vic, Torelló, Tarragona, y un largo etc. Bolos, bolos y más noches sin dormir. Hicimos nuestros primeros amigos durante estas giras, compartiendo escenario y algo más con Peachy Joke, Pull My Strings, Julieta Jones e incluso unos jovencísimos Salvaje Montoya. La gira de nuestro primer álbum se cerró en una fiesta organizada en la sala de arte el Niu, en Poblenou. Más culturetas, imposible. Borrachos de experiencias psicodélicas quisimos cerrar esta etapa de arraigamiento en un nuevo EP “THE RAIN” con cara b que nos llevó de gira de nuevo por la península, acabándola en un intenso bolo en Be Good junto a Wiggum, e introduciéndonos en pequeños festivales, obligándonos a hacernos ver en el Vall Sonora, LSD festival, Harley Davidson Days, etc, y fichando con Porompopero. THE RAIN, editado en formato digital y grabado totalmente en directo en EL TOSTADERO, sin saberlo, se convertiria en el preámbulo de nuestro segundo álbum. Conseguimos llevar nuestro sonido del directo al EP, convirtiéndolo en una especie de rock independiente con sonido garagero y matices psicodélicos, o eso es lo que nos explicó un señor que nos vio de bolo en Tudela antes de contarnos que en su juventud tocaba el sitar. Nuestro nuevo trabajo, PARALLEL LIVES, es un álbum testigo de la metamorfosis de la banda donde se hace por fin patente el lugar de cada elemento sonoro. Un material irrepetible, grabado en directo en una fábrica del barrio de Gràcia (Barcelona) convertida en estudio para conseguir un ambiente único cargado de reverbs naturales del espacio industrial, plagado de deelays y fuzzs setenteros que consiguen saturar la mente y los tímpanos. Una mezcla del ayer, el hoy y el mañana de una esencia espiritual con personalidad y carácter propio, fruto del esfuerzo, el sacrificio y la entrega a la música tras cinco años rodando y trabajando para conseguirlo, o para fallecer en el intento. Repitiendo bajo la producción de Marc Molas, el disco ha sido grabado a groso modo en dos días y con toda la banda en “live” para poder superarnos una vez más, para poder amarnos y odiarnos a partes iguales, y porque es la única manera de conseguir la fluidez en nuestro sonido. Después de un parto doloroso pero satisfactorio, volvemos a quemar ruedas y noches en la carretera, dormir poco, tocar mucho, bebercio, perder dinero y encontrar la dignidad, además de la luz al final del camino, si es que existe, en una gira por la península que se alargará desde el final del verano hasta el frío diciembre. Nuestro legítimo hijo, PARALLEL LIVES, se presenta en vinilo de edición limitada, para los posturetas, merecido homenaje a los años del verdadero rock, y en digital para los hijos de la era moderna. Temas como Amazement o Savoir faire evidencian un sonido crudo fruto de la improvisación y las horas de sueño echadas al traste. Es un trabajo que abarca sonidos procedentes de la década de los 70, con un carácter marcadamente 90’s, donde se entremezclan los ruidos y las composiciones ambientales con el rock más directo e imprediciblemente surfero, de guitarras afiladas y algún que otro “c’mon” a desganas. Escuchadlo, tomad dos copas, y escuchadlo de nuevo a volumen infernal, os sentiréis parte de FOO.