Official release. Deemed definitive. Abandoned work.

Studio Recording. Second-to-last version, with ideas and flaws

Grizzly Crossing Studio solo recording. Second-to-last version, with ideas and flaws

Cheap/old studio demo. Decent recording

Home demo. Only for hardcore adventurers

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LYRICS

Welcome back to the world of Acquarelha, in this case, Acquarelha two.

Let’s sing and dance till night is gone

Let’s sing and dance, let’s wash it all

Let’s go buy that panther’s milk

That makes us happy when we drink

You can’t be shy tonight,

Let’s have a big time.

 

Let’s go to feel our flesh alive

Let’s go to leave fifty bars dry

Let’s hit the doors when we come in,

Let’s carry with us fun and sin

You can’t be sad tonight,

Let’s have a big time.

 

Let’s have a big time.

Let’s have a big time.

Let’s have a big time.

A big time, big time, big time, big time.

 

Let’s run and chase the midnight glow

Let’s run and chase till stars explode

Let’s steal that fire from the moon

That burns our veins and makes us swoon

You can’t stay still tonight,

Let’s have a big time.

 

Let’s scream and laugh till voices break

Let’s scream and laugh till dawn awakes

Let’s drink the storm and eat the night

Let’s wear our madness shining bright

You can’t hold back tonight,

Let’s have a big time.

 

Let’s have a big time.

Let’s have a big time.

Let’s have a big time.

A big time, big time, big time, big time.

Through grey, through grey, through grey…

Through grey gates. My body has been there,

My memory works again, I am crossing scared.

 

Through grey gates, I’ve seen this tree before

I recognize that door, the music of that bird…

 

Tells me, tells me, tells me I was a doctor

I worked in this place,

Now I’m amnesic, amnesic, insane, insane.

 

Through grey gates. I’d like to see my face

I’m trembling, I’m afraid, I’m again.

 

Through grey gates, the obscurantism of my mind

I love the path behind my feet, my feet.

 

Nothing is like it used to be

I’ve lost my knowledge

I killed a man. Did I kill a man?

 

Now I’m insane, amnesic, amnesic, insane.

Through grey gates, I hope I will remember

My life is going to change.

I’m walking through grey gates.

I’ll be a minister

and my sister

will be undersecretary.

 

I’ll be a minister

and my brother

will be my assistant.

 

I’ll be a minister

and my mother

will be a disturbing aged princess.

 

I’ll be a minister

and my father will be in jail.

Maybe it’s something, but maybe this something is smoke.

If I have to live among trash and shit.

Take me away, clean wind, where you know.

Some people say that there is no way back.

I tend to believe them today,

So send me a signal from the trees. 

 

I don’t know what,

Acquarelha Green,

A word I’ll use for things I can’t understand.

I’d like to say Acquarelha Green:

Oh, God, I see the light, the only light! 

 

Step by step, reconstruction is not a fable.

I’ll be the courier of the world

With a green wooden stick in my hand.

 

 The dreams of a housewife,

The dreams of a fat pig,

The same as mine,

How don’t they see it? 

 

I don’t know what,

Acquarelha Green,

A word I’ll use for things I can’t understand.

I’d like to say Acquarelha Green:

Oh, God, I see the light, the only light! 

 

The dreams of a housewife,

The dreams of a fat pig,

The same as mine,

How don’t they see it? 

 

I don’t know what,

Acquarelha Green,

A word I’ll use for things I can’t understand.

I’d like to say Acquarelha Green:

Oh, God, I see the light, the only light!

My ignorance let me down:

That was a great opportunity.

I’ve been so near, I’ve been so near,

I had never reached that high.

 

She was in red, like a cherry

Her mouth was a clear pond,

Fish of beauty, she was a lonely

Jewel in a dirty night.

 

But her strange eyes, her strange eyes told me

Told me she had something to hide.

imagined the silicon in her chest

And an eternal depilation in HIS loneliness.

 

So I forgot her, though I stalked her

When she didn’t look at me

And another lonely guy tried to reach his ass.

 

I was laughing, thinking about the poor boy,

All his dreams were about to burn.

They liked each other and left the bar to go to his car,

I hid in silence, never letting them out of sight.

 

In a dark place, they stopped the car

And started maneuvers previous to fuck

You should have seen my tears

When I saw she had a cunt.

Instrumental

I’ve always liked beards.

I think they make a man stronger.

My beard is false, but it makes me feel complete.

 

Popcorn doesn’t remain among my whiskers

While John Wayne is fighting in El Alamo.

I do pranks to my wife.

My beard is coarse and macho.

 

She likes my tempter beard.

She likes my tempter beard.

She likes my tempter beard.

She likes my tempter beard.

 

Portuguese cheese has not much fame.

David is a monument to the mules.

Last month, I received an insignia,

But I’ve always hated compromises,

So I sent a beardless man to pick it up in my name.

He stole it.

 

They like my tempter beard.

They like my tempter beard.

They like my tempter beard.

They like my tempter beard.

Will you come back if I close my eyes?

Will you come back if I turn into a good guy?

Tell me I’ll see you again, girl,

The world is upside down since you went away.

 

Say yes, and I’ll quit this whisky soup

That I’m drinking in an eternal loop.

 

Will you come back if I set aside my lies?

Will you come back if I promise I’ll stay quiet?

In our old home, I have honey for your lips

Come back, love, come back with me.

 

Say yes, and I’ll quit this whisky soup

That I’m drinking in an eternal loop.

 

Will you come back if I put on my shoes?

Will you come back if I leave Sue?

She meant nothing; she meant nothing to me.

I was loving you while I bought her that perfume.

 

Say yes, and I’ll quit this whisky soup

That I’m drinking in an eternal loop.

The drizzle is blowing

soft as the kiss of my femme.

As I’m standing at the corner

of Cheesecake and Snake.

 

The drizzle is increasing

but it isn’t yet rain.

The river is by my side,

mountains in my view.

I have all I want

but I haven’t got you.

 

You are my heartache,

you are my heartache,

honey is the only thing as sweet as you.

 

You are my heartache,

you are my heartache,

honey is the only thing as sweet as you.

 

I have always been leaving

people who loved me,

but I think I have never caused

the pain you cause to me.

 

You are my heartache,

you are my heartache,

honey is the only thing as sweet as you.

 

You are my heartache,

you are my heartache,

honey is the only thing as sweet as you.

 

Times are turning harder for brave men,

girls play with us like with a puzzle.

Rain on my head makes me think

Maybe I have never loved. Never.

 

You are my heartache,

you are my heartache,

honey is the only thing as sweet as you.

 

You are my heartache,

you are my heartache,

honey is the only thing as sweet as you.

Wart of destruction attainable by my neck.

Saw-mill of sadness close to my fingers.

Slicker snoopy into my wino.

Smashing volcano hidden in darkness.

 

Soapy repair, molten and guilty.

Molasses, greasy over my hacksaw.

Molecular pain drawn in a girth.

Glad silly people shiny and handy.

 

Chord of disgrace into my jeans.

Donor of blood, dead in orange.

Feminism deep between the buttons.

Dumper, so elegant, full of eggs.

 

Apple of joy, apple of joy.

I had him half forgotten

But now that you ask me,

I have to say I start to remember.

 

I liked that bud.

His name was…it doesn’t matter.

But this is how the story went:

 

He used to live locked in his room

Painting all day on the same canvas, yes.

But one night, Corny Smith torched that wing

And all his paintings were burned down.

And he became loner, loner than ever.

 

But he didn’t dedicate himself to dancing,

Crazier than ever.

 

So we locked him in the smallest jails

And he stayed there for a couple of weeks, yes.

But one night, as I was sleeping…

He isn’t between us,

His boy hung from a rope,

We found him the morning after.

 

Sometimes I think what could I have done?

His destiny might have been this.

He isn’t between us, he is no longer between us.

 

Locked in his cell, painting, he was so well.

Locked in his cell, painting, he was so well….

Life could be so beautiful if I were stupid.

If I were happy just to think she’s waiting for me.

I remember when I greeted the sun that brought her smile.

It was so easy, then, when I didn’t know.

 

She’s screwing around with somebody!

She’s screwing around with the whole neighborhood.

 

I hired a detective and he took some photos

Where she’s kissing someone, including tongue.

Look at this. Do you see it? She’s a whore!

And I even pay for her condoms.

 

She’s screwing around with somebody!

She’s screwing around with the whole neighborhood.

 

She puts horns on me: I’ll have to do something.

 

I’ll craft a homemade bomb,

What a great idea I’ve had.

I’ll connect it to our bed

And when they shake the springs, it will explode, it will explode…

 

This is how I ended up here, in the asylum.

He was Frankfurt Hero.

He saved one thousand people.

He was Frankfurt Hero.

He saved a thousand people.

He was Frankfurt Hero.

And Frankfurt, here is not a city, but a sausage.

Two crazy men disguised as dogs

Escaping from jail a rainy night.

Two crazy men, not exactly fools,

They knew future was outside.

 

Some people at the asylum told them that

There was sun in the sea,

That people loved to talk to each other, outside.

 

They prepared their dream,

They’d try to reach the west,

Where valley girls dye all their hair red.

 

Some people at the asylum told them that

There was sun in the sea,

That people loved to talk to each other, outside.

 

Of course, they were captured soon,

But they had a big time,

When, from a crowded street

They could see the sun.

Arriving at Pigmeo’s Town.

 

I thought they’d be smaller but… No.

 

They are like you, they are like me.

 

See: they want to play!

 

Ole ole dancing, la la la la dancing.

 

The one with the mask is strange. Yes, I think so.

 

Look: this is a little head.

 

Oh, no! They are the Jibaros!!!

Oh, no! They are the Jibaros!!! 

 

This is the reduced head of the lost explorer Jafo Wacha.

 

We’ll end like him.

 

This is what happens to you when you confuse Africa with South America.

A little knowledge of geography is a good thing.

 

There was a yellow bee on your chest.

There was a yellow girl in your bed.

There was a yellow shirt on your armchair.

There was a yellow sun in June.

 

But there is a yellow acquarelha, a yellow acquarelha in my mind,

a yellow acquarelha, a yellow acquarelha in my mind.

 

There was yellow rice in your dish.

There was a yellow pencil in your right hand.

There was a yellow banana in your mouth.

There was a yellow lemon in your basket.

 

But there is a yellow acquarelha, a yellow acquarelha in my mind,

a yellow acquarelha, a yellow acquarelha in my mind.

 

There was yellow honey dripping from your ceiling.

There was a yellow submarine in your teacup.

There was a yellow moon melting on your tongue.

There was a yellow giraffe folded in your wallet.

 

But there is a yellow acquarelha, a yellow acquarelha in my mind,

a yellow acquarelha, a yellow acquarelha in my mind.

 

A man was walking through the forest.

He found a tree painted red.

He became afraid.

He died in a few seconds, a victim of an unknown attack.

(Instrumental)

See you soon.

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