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Holy Stuff

by My Speaking Shoes

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1.
Mushroomhead 03:33
Keep Mushroomhead away from me, she doesn't need one more defacement Two monkeysh eyes, piratic legs, what did the hormon cocktails do to her? What did they do to her? Don't say she bothers no one, my gastritis gets worse every time she speaks Mushroomhead puts moths into my brain and there's no way to turn off the light What is she doin' to me? I tried to take no account of her She redoubled her tricks The more I take no account of her The more she seeks me That's the reason why I decided To get into her mind not so to say Only as red came out from all those black I convinced myself that it was not her hat Keep Mushroomhead away from me, or she could come to a really bad end Why does she insists for being my playmate saying that if I'd give her a chance For sure I'd love her so? I played a game with Mushroomhead, it was something similar to Hyde-and-Seek But she did not need to close her eyes to leave me the time to hyde myself I had closed 'em in my fridge I tried to take no account of her She redoubled her tricks That's the reason why I've got her eyes in my fridge That's the reason why I decided To get into her mind not so to say Only as red came out from all those black I convinced myself that it was not her hat
2.
Bubble 03:04
Not needed to say how I feel glad there hearing words that Just I don’t know You won’t dance and I will not forget to buy you hot glühwein Just to warm you Rain in your fridge So WOW that I saw No reason to say a word No chivalry, I’m proud, my Prince Charming But play loud and I’ll be proud to love it Almost fell in love when you said I were to you like Kurt Cobain I just adored you Thousands kilometers far from real world in our starboat Never too slow Rain in your fridge I would have never thought Names for spiders So perfect that I saw No reason to say a word Maybe someday we will really find it Sad that this time was a fake or something Maybe someday
3.
Flies 05:51
You seem kinda confused about The correct way to go Cross the lounge And walk down the entrance hall And than you can take The get-the-fuck-out door I can't believe at all The way you turned me into a fly A few seconds or so And all our things are gone You're stinkin' like a lie But thinking about the couple I can say after all I'm proud to be the fly It will not break me, break me, break me, break me, oh It does not hurt me, hurt me, hurt me, hurt me so It wasn’t heavy on me
4.
Come and have a play with my fun bags Give me all those kisses I I won't have by By others, by other men The only right way to expect one's faithfulness Is to love her enough Love me, love me enough Lay on me Till I'll ask for the magic Teletubbies' dance Lay on me Till I'll ask for the magic Teletubbies' dance And don't trust Cosmopolitan's advice Petting is not optional and I wanna be shaked, not mixed, Like James Bond's martini I'll love you even if you'll keep your socks on You'll keep your socks on And don't stop till it's over I wont' stop till it's over
5.
Will you hide Will you be ashamed and hide that I shared with you Something too blue Can someone take me back to town? Will you hide Will you be ashamed and hide that I shared with you Something too blue Can someone take me back to town? And while I wait for you Hills sing with such a voice that it makes me cry And while I'll wait for you Hills scream so creamy words that it blows my mind What's he doin' here gigglin' and lookin' right at me, lookin' right at me? What's a trooper with big donkey ears doin' in front of me, doin' in front of me? Maybe I shared with you something too blue Something too blue Maybe, maybe I ... maybe ... maybe....
6.
Real 04:30
I’ll never know the annoyment of finding no place For a new rug in the new house for my new life And I won’t worry about sleeping on a friend’s floor I won’t betray you just to feel alive Real My days will be Real My pain will be Real My love will be Real I’ll put down roots in empty rooms by a green river I don’t need any stuff with such a sight And I won’t say you’ve been some sort of distraction I won’t pretend it just to say goodbye Could you only please stop calling Jesus while you fuck me? I take it as it comes I’ll take you as you are
7.
Big red river Flows so calm It whispers words Don’t you hear words? Big blood river flows Deep inside in me It roars so loud that I can’t hear no one Even if you shriek Big blood river flows all along my legs runs down and up, it crushes my neck you annoy me you try to speak and dig into our feelings thank God I gotta Martini you destroy me Big blood river flows Right out from your veins I notice it only when it is too late Could you foresee? Oh my longing Ate your lining I’m so sorry Not being sorry That you’re dying I know I’m no good friend of mine I pay my dirty price To justify What I need to (be)
8.
Selfish and regardless Tumblin’ round in lack of Conversation, over again Onanistic kisses Than a borng flappin’ I dislike you, over again Don’t forget to call me Just to punctualize that You were the only one, over again Buried in selfish dialogues Lookin’ for brand new connection Suffocation, over again You won’t geld me I won’t gem it You won’t harass me Over again Smilin’ and easy Seldom or never You were the same self Over again Over again Lick my colooOOOoon
9.
Late 03:12
How could they trust you anymore Their town is burning They did believe you’d have saved the world And instead you have been Late Don’t say a word Late Don’t say a word Now that you’ve been Late How could she trust you anymore Now that she’s lonely She did believed you’d have saved her love And instead you’ve have been You won’t save me May we stop and say who we are Under our masks And live our perfect day you say it would be a mistake And I don’t know why How stupid am i? They say you won’t fly You say you won’t fly But I believe in you
10.
Noize 10:35
Don’t think that I will sabotage your Self-construction I’m just worried for my freedom, but I admire the way You don’t care, you don’t care So it’s time to leave my Reign of Insanity – time to leave It’s time to leave my Reign of Insanity – time to leave I’m so sorry for all that I will do to you, but keep in mind That I adore you ‘Cause sometimes I’m seek of reasoning And you’re the cure, you’re the cure So it’s time to leave my Reign of Insanity – time to leave It’s time to leave my Reign of Insanity – time to leave I can’t rely on you Oh so many fears I’ve got I can’t count just on myself I need a friend Be my friend

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HOLY STUFF is our first record. It ‘a rock record. It’s self-produced. It's downloadable for free. It’s the result of choices, setbacks, sacrifices and passion. Sounds like we want it to sound (so proud of it!).

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released February 6, 2012

'Holy Stuff'

Music: My Speaking Shoes
Lyrics: Camilla Andreani
Graphics: Luca Fiandri
chiediloaluca.carbonmade.com

Recorded at Decibel Studio (Soliera, Mo - Italy)
between October 2011 and January 2012.

Edited, mixed and mastered by Enrico "Prozac" Calanca
cut_prozac@alice.it

My Speaking Shoes are:
Camilla Andreani: voice
Luca Fiandri: drums
Alessandro Davoli: bass
Matteo Mussini: guitar

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We're a four-piece italian math-noise-alternative-rock-whatever band.

Our stuff sounds like a car crash between Mars Volta, Mastodon and a truck of pots and pans.

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