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The First Four Years Box Set

by The Destroyed Room

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"It's all happening" - she said with so much emotion in her words. She really believed what she was saying, it was a perfect moment of truth, I almost cried. But now it seems that nothing's happening, I've settled down, get up, go to work, just killing time when I'm at home, I wanted to change the world, I believed it was possible. And my solution is always running away, travel to a quiet city far from here, start a new life instead of holding this one tight. And all those things that you forgot to say about getting old and tired remind me of the magic of youth you and I felt that night. I almost cry when I remember the day you looked at me and said: "someday you will change the world" oh boy...
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Teaser 04:46
As the leaves begin to fall in this autumn afternoon, I find myself standing alone in the street, looking at the colour changing trees. The sky above hides a mistery, something concerning you and me. And now you're just a photograph and a bunch of ridiculous aspirations. And there's just alcohol in my veins so I'll wait for the rain. I would say that what you see is just a teaser of how great it could be, but i'm tired of this movie bullshit metaphores, so I'd just say come here baby and walk with me. This city could be magic in the spring and the kids ride bicycles from the hills to the beach, and the light through the sheets makes you feel so in peace. We'll feel so much stronger here. It's just november and I can even remembert he first time that I wrote you a song. Maybe I'm acting like a kid but I need to remember what it was like like to be in love. But at least we have the songs... This city could be magic in the spring and the kids ride bicycles from the hills to the beach, and the light through the sheets makes you feel so in peace. We'll feel so much stronger here, believe in me
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This is not Texas but we can still get lost here. I could buy you another drink if you let me. We can get wild tonight in this creepy bar or we can take the road and get out. Sometimes I feel I'm choking in here. Let's free our minds to see what we are missing. What else we can ask for? There's roads to take and alcohol, But we are so distracted. Come on baby, take my hand, I can get us out of this wasted land. Could it be that it's only poetry, but we still can make it real. This is a room full of possibilities. We can be sweet birds flying free or eagles hunting through the trees. We don't need to be outside, there's no need to run and hide. There's no need to abandon this town. We'll dance until the morning light. The sun will shine outside the windows of the bar. And we'll look at each other tired, and we'll smile like a child, and this won't ever be the same town.
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I take the left way in the first crossroad I find, in this city full of nothing, where the only thing I see is the shadow that walks besides me. Everyone left town while I was sleeping and I don’t know why, could it be that I don’t show much love to the ones I care? And in the middle of the night I shout to the sky waiting for my redemption, but the only thing I hear are the echoes of my frustration. Every afternoon, while I’m listening to my old records, the birds come back again. Their red eyes remind me what I’ve left behind, old people I used to love in secret. Now they don’t talk anymore, they don’t dream anymore. I still search the truth in my own town!
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The plan is to go drink to the same bar as yesterday. I could phone some friends to join me in. But lately I've been quite lonely and I guess I'll keep it that way. Tonight there's this show I still don't know if I want to go. And maybe later we could talk about how great the weekend was. Yesterday, always thinking about yesterday. It was fun playing with the band, feeling the adrenaline of a sunday afternoon spent shouting dumbshit that won't change a thing, and then I watched a movie that I've seen a thousand times, because there's so few things that could change my life now. The plan is to go to this club where my friend works like every night and get wasted there because it's cheap. I know i've been quite lonely but I guess I'll stay that way, listening to old records by The Replacements all day long and thinking about how great our life together was listening to "Rock'n'Roll Ghost" on and on and on. And it was fun, but now it's gone, feeling the excitement of the best winter of my life, but now it's bullshit, and I'm so tired so I'll watch this movie that I've seen a million times
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1989 01:43
Every morning was the same, I walked by to the school with a mixtape of my favourite songs in my walkman. My friends all went by bus, I lived too near to take it, back then I hated that because it only took time to hear a song or two. But now I realise that in 1989 I just fell in love with music, because it only took time to hear a song or two, just so little time to be with you.
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It could be the remorse. It could be just love. It could be the last song, but I know that we'll never be alone. It could be the winter. It could be this void. It could be these drinks help to feel much happier than I ever been for months. We both go down together. We know that this ain't good but hold each other's tight because we've never been afraid of falling out. I'll sing you one last song, and then we'll fall asleep. The room will rest in silence, but I'll see you in my wildest dreams.
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I'm waiting for the day to arrive, just when I start to crawl again. I can't sleep because ghosts don't let me. Forget the lonely days, the gray and black, the lack of light, turn on this fucking bright lights and let me start again tonight. Dear ruthless mind, I still feel pleasure in my own pain, and the time that passes by just make me feel more dead but I'm alive. Forget the fucked up times, when memories bite you like rats, I felt so dumb, and through the window I watched the clouds of sugar but tasted salty. And in the morning I'll be fine, just when I take my bitter drug of sad sad songs with punk rock rythms. Between you and me there's only a few oceans we can still cross. Between you and me there's only a few lies we can still forgive.
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don't think I'll ever love again after all those crazy times that we spent. Cloudy days and kisses by the railway... the corners of our town had never been so beautiful. I don't think I'll ever forget that day, when our bodies finally melted away. Drunken kitchen kisses, expectations were increasing, in that room there was a music from the last film that amused me and I took your hand and right there I knew that all was gonna change for good. I don't think you understand that all that matters in the end are all those tiny pieces of your past that challenge time in the worst moments of your life. I cannot forget that freezing night in the beach, some miles away from our town, we missed our friends and the stars were falling down, and I could not hear the sound of waves, the sound of pain, the sound of fear, the loneliness, the passing of time, the planes above, the people I loved, the books I'd read, the songs I'd wrote because there was you and nothing mattered more than being part of your hours, than being the biggest piece in your nights and challenge time in the worst moments of our lifes.
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We're fading out with this summer wind that brings me false hope of better days. I can't remember the last time that you smiled, I would say "hold on, dear" but it's hard, your footsteps are melting with the city lights. We were so innocent back then. Put on that Sonic Youth t-shirt one last time. You were so perfect in my mind. And all those plans we made togeher, all those drafts for the perfect home for you and I, all those things we said a million times were all just good intentions? Those promises are gone. Does real love exist in this world? This glass of cheap wine makes me feel more alive than our last months did, but for a reason I can't simply let you go. This sadness is so fucking bittersweet that for a moment I just forget that we're growing up.
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I promise I’ll sing you this song every morning when you wake, while you take a shower or in the bed. I know I’m not the perfect guy, but perfection’s overrated and I got what it takes to make it. Let’s travel ‘round the world, sleep in beaches, breathe fresh air, making love by the moonlight in the sea. We’ll rent a small apartment in L.A, and we’ll drink and fuck all day like beatnicks without fate. We’ll drive through the lands of hopes and dreams, I’ll take you places cars and trucks can’t reach. I’m not the kind of man that owns too much of anything, but I don’t need much more than my guitar and you. We’ll name our girls Aina and Gina, and the little Angelina And our sons will be named Jon and Paul and Dylan because they someday will change the world like our heroes have changed ours with their songs and words of freedom. And we’ll get old in Barcelona, the place where I was born and raised, I love this city and I love the sea, and I would love that you would sing with me… So please be wise and take my hand, just dump your boyfriend and go out with me. I swear I’ll treat you like a queen
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I'm waiting for the night to arrive. I'm waiting for the night to get blind drunk. "I'm tired of being wild, I'm tired, I'm tired of being tired", that's what you said. And I know that when the light will fade out you'll let me down. Waiting for the night time, you will look at me, you'll say goodbye. It's been so many months since I last slept alone, since I confessed my love to you by the phone. I just want to hear you say "my new man fucks better than you" because the pain will change his name to hate and revenge. I just want to hear you say "I'm stealing your life today". And I know that when the light will fade out you'll let me down. Waiting for a miracle, you'll look at me, you'll stay tonight. It's been so many months since I last slept alone, since I confessed my love to you by the phone. I just want to hear you say "I love you more than anything" and the fear will change his name to renewed happiness. I just want to hear you say "forget all this".
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It's 8 am. and this town is still asleep. A new dawn is just breaking and nothing will take back the choices we're making. There's people swimming in the red sea. The echoes of a summer party carried by the wind. I just left you asleep in bed to catch a train I don't know yet where it'll take me. I'm wandering through the city because now not sleeping is another reason to start over. I'll take the bike and go see Mireia at work, she'll be glad to see me after this long time away from home. 48 hours awake but I'm more lucid than I've ever been before. Let's see how far our bodies go in this new season of this drama we've been on. I'm an insomniac, a Holden Caulfield in the morning, and the city talks to me in a million tongues, in tiny voices. The murmuring sea, the blowing of the wind, the rustling leaves, the racing in the streets, everything is talking to me. 48 hours awake but I'm more lucid than I've ever been before. Let's see how far our bodies go in this new season of this drama we've been on
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The Gambler 03:00
With a broken teeth and a nasty black eye from the last fight he picked up last night, he spits on the floor and helds his drink high. He bet all his savings to make it alive. His fists were made of stone, he was a legend in town. Ten years struggling alone, he wasn't ever beaten down, but his soul was made of glass, and his wife knew that. All he ever had in life was a shitload of bad luck. The game had started and the crowd started to sing as a beautiful lady was slowly coming in. He spotted her quickly and he couldn't help to ask what a girl like her was doing in that dive. She seemed to have no interest in a man like him. At least he should have washed the blood from his chin. The fate of his life depends on that team. They all have a plan, they're gonna get rich. Even though he knows that it's not right to bet, it's the only way to clear away all his debt. The game was gonna be a total fraud. He'd take his family and just run out of the country and buy a house by the lake where he'd learn to fish and to prepare berry cake. He's trying to calm down but the goal is not coming. The deal was clear so he should just stop worrying. It's the gambler.
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The Mistaker 04:03
Twenty minutes to find a cab and twenty more to find a bar. The driver grabs the cash and leaves the scene fast. As she walks in the drunks begin to grumble behind a curtain made of smoke, they must think she's a whore. She spent the last years trying to forget the moment she got in this mess. And now she heads over to the can, with tears in her eyes and rolling a bill with her hand. Momma tried to make her understand. "This is all a huge mistake, this is something you'll regret". Her husband's in the screen playing for his stupid team. Orders her liquor and hides away her big and golden ring. "You can't see me, but I do" she whispers to a song. Lipstick and perfume, not enough to feel young. How many times will it take to comprehend that this is not what the poor girl meant. And now she heads over to the can, with tears in her eyes and rolling a bill with her hand. The creepy guy keeps staring at her. She's to pissed to appreciate.
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The Cheater 03:17
He gazed back to the goalie waiting for the sign, some dreams were soon gonna shatter,he wished he had thought about it twice. "There's no risk involved" but he felt the danger. “It’s more important than that” he heard once. He kept running in circles and looking for a shelter. Every one of his mistakes was in the papers, even stories that were lies. His life was built on memories of better days. Soon they were gonna realize he squandered all his fortune in a month, he ruiend his marriage in a week. Ten thousand throats were singing chants, but she never showed up. His shoots were lethal like a gun, but she never felt proud. 30 pieces of silver where enough to commit treason. His teammates wouldn't understand, his wife would feel ashamed. The captain's armband felt so heavy but tonight he had a mission. In a few minutes all his friends were gonna be betrayed.
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The Upsetter 03:15
"Fast fast fast fast, let's pack our bags and leave, daddy is coming home tonight, but we won't be here". "I hate you", she wrote on a note, and stuck it on the fridge. The decision was made, she never meant to be mean. She loads all their belongings inside the trunk. "Don't worry about your daddy, he's never sober to drive". The kids sleep in the backseat ignoring the fact that momma doesn't love dad, cause he's always drunk. Fast fast fast fast fast, as fast as she could drive. A new beggining in front of her eyes. Tired tired tired tired, too tired of confrontations. The clouds will lead her to a new life. There was not an easier scape from the routine. Where she's been trapped rejecting sin. She spent nights covered in sweat, waiting for the chance to fulfil her threat. On the radio a stupid game was being broadcasted. The sports announcer's yelling "This is a disaster!" Carefully she turns it off to not disturb while in the glovebox she finds the evidence of his crime.
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Paint two red lines in your cheeks We take our punk songs to the streets We are the kids around the bonfires And our guitars are sharp like arrows We stand for eachother no matter what We ride the streets on our broken dirty bikes And in the night we keep staring at the stars To feel we’re lucky for being alive You could say we’re just naive Don’t you ever wanted to fly Just by seeing someone fly a kite? We walk barefoot the concrete We call home this city streets Trees can grow in this cement We make sure we all jump over the fence Our songs will be heard in the night Like a lullaby that gets lost in the sky We’re an army of sleepless souls Our swords are made of dreams and high hopes Keep ignoring those who say We will fail in our attempts
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It’s been a long, hard winter I’m dodging puddles but the rain keeps pouring Cloudy mornings echoing sadness Echoing aching echoing you Now, laid down in the grass The first beam of light of this fleeting march I’m forgetting my faults and letting the doves peck the remains of my sins My fingertips they scratch her skin And it should taste like heaven but it bores me to death Her swollen screams will wake the boys And they might finally reach your door I feel the void I’m always looking for Now, laid down in the grass The first beam of light of this fleeting march I’m forgetting my faults and letting the doves peck the remains of my sins How long can you stand staring at the sun? Why can’t we stare it like we stare at the moonlight? Close-eyed, not blinded by the light I offer you my life
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La Llorona 04:00
Banshee’s hanging ‘round here I heard the saddest wail and, my dear, I’m scared to death, I smell the fear For the very first time in years I wish I could steal her song The way I did with your heart But the clean clothes of yesterday Woke up this morning dyed in red They said that it was my lack of will what was bringing me down I kept blaming those current times, my dull friends and this boring town But then you came like springtime With golden feathers, sweet little bird I was your shifter, you were my queen In this perfect scenery I wish I could steel that frame And relive it just one more time Aibhill they say it’s her name Tonight her song sound like a goodbye
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Every morning was the same I walked to the school with a mixtape of my favourite songs in my walkman My friends all went by bus I lived too near to take it Back then I hated that Because it only took time to hear a song or two But now I realise that in 1989 I just fell in love with music Because it only took time to hear a song or two Just so little time to be with you
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Lines 03:23
I take the next bus out of town Can’t forget the saddest line “School’s out, what did you expect?” I guess that we could just be friends Keep skipping classes one more year And the lines in the road Had never been so sad and old And the snow on the sidewalks Had never been so bright and cold And your words on this note A quote of an old Pavement song Further up on the road We’ll dance again to the sound of that song I know my skin is soft and kind of girlish But we cuddled like amphibians under warm sheets You had fun taking pictures of our nights I watched you smiling as you did that thing you did with your eyes Rattled by the rush of a newfound interest in cinema
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I recognise the light in the surface of your clothes It’s been here every april for the last few years Challenging my weak mind and my even weaker soul Taking back all those afternoons watching them grow up It’s harder now that it’s over, that’s for sure It’s harder to notice the difference between memories and home And I believe there’s something out there waiting to be found I keep on writting about it baby, keep moving on But all feel is that I’m going back to basics over and over again And I’m getting tired of feeling just the same It’s harder now that it’s over, that’s for sure It’s harder to notice the difference between memories and home
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That's what I like about it To stay calm looking outside Just to see how the starlit skies show Distracted from what's happening inside That's what I like about it To know that I'm doing it because I cannot reach it To talk in circles about the same old ghosts To never know if we'll ever make it back home To let them all behind, those gas stations and parking lots This roads that are my obession, this words that are my salvation That's what I like about it Humming San Geronimo in the morning Browsing someonelse's record collection Still blinded by the spotlight and the chemicals
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Just read your weekly column today And I want to say I feel exactly the same way Though I admit sometimes I’m lazy And blame the times we live to not feel guilty Warm up your fingers and your throat Start singing in the morning and don’t stop Rise up, find a new line, Leave poor form, find a new fight every night We both know how scary is To know you won’t be happy like this When routine chokes you in indifference It’s time to pack our bags and leave the nest An open road will be our home from now on Maybe our paths will cross someday In a creepy bar in the middle of nowhere We’ll make a toast for the good times And prove ourselves that we still stand Take back the times that you felt strong Write songs about the pains of being alone Be brave, fight the good fight Don’t be scared and love your new life, that’s all you got
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Already Over 03:22
They can see me Even speak to me But I'm not there I'm barely anywhere I'm more a ghost than a triumphant So reckless in this power outfit I know I'd change this I'd renounce to all the comfort Just for one chance I'm good at being blind Guiding myself in the night But I can't fake it I'm hearing that voice again That tears apart my soul And it gets worst when I'm alone I know that it's over It's already over
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It’s strange, and certainly it was so long ago, but every June 24 you come to me like a dream, I see you in the eyes of the young girls, I hear you in the wind blowing in this streets I regret having been so shy, so confident in the length of years, we barely knew each other and I can’t remember what we talked about that day in your car, only your mixtapes in the glovebox I did not get along with your friends I can’t recall how I met you But we both knew what we saw within our souls Though we only showed it with smiles and walks together through the halls and the college gardens Let's pretend we meet again And that night never happened I’m not the man I was back then And that night never happened
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Minnesota 02:37
I made room for you in my closet / Your shirts are mixed with mine / And my pants are mixed with panties and bras / I made room for you in my bookshelf / Your russian novels are mixed with Carver / And what was simple now it's poetic / I make a mixtape for you in mi hi-fi / I'm looking for some songs that you might like / But Minnesota is much confusing now
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I've been drifting through old notebooks and I can't help but feeling that there's something that we left behind In this constant obsession of never looking back And I keep telling myself that it's been a bad day And a bike ride could fix it up And playing some records will help me spend the night Without thinking too much City of ruins, your rules are cruel You can burn dictionaries but you can't burn out the words All our memories are songs that we sing in the nights And I keep telling myself that they're going to save us But it's not easy to see the stars It's never been easy to follow your dreams down I forgot my name on the way
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No birds in the street in this grey new year's eve I'm counting years like sheeps in my sleep I have a diet planned, just drinkin' after lunch And maybe next summer I could get some air Days are so long lately locked in an office And I don't take coffee so pauses are short Now I'm sorrounded by good friends Drinkin' like there's no tomorrow But they don't know that I'll be gone when I'll overcome all this sorrow Days are so long lately locked in an office And I don't take coffee so pauses are short
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How much time can we stand taking bullets in the heart? / Rising hands, like our fathers did one time / I keep sayin’ that we got something that no one can take back but my dear you can’t hide the fear in a smile / You said "just keep the wheels on turnin’, this has happened before" / That my little waning pride and this songs in my mind are my main reason to get up / But what if I just die tryin’ to touch the sky? / Would you be proud of the man that slept with you everynight? / We got to find a place to begin again / Where we could hide the fear / And my love is neverending / It’s my school and it’s my grave / I can keep on pretending that I just forgot my name / Take my trembling hands / Feel my pounding veins / It’s time to tear apart this chains that kept us prisoners for so long / We gotta find a place to begin again / Where we could hide the fear
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Bad Memory 03:25
It's not that I didn't like it / I'm sure I loved your birthday present / But my bad memory keeps fucking me up / I know that time in the zoo / It was not my ex, I was with you / But don't ask me where we went to eat / Oh yeah, I remember that restaurant / Where I asked to move at my flat / But my bad memory keeps fucking me up / I admit I forgot our song / Was Avalon or Head On? / I'm pretty sure we danced both / But don't hesitate I won't forget to love you
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Discografía completa con los primeros 4 años de The Destroyed Room. Incluye los EP's "Cringe For Two Years In...", "Split with (shortfin) Mako Shark), "The Eastern Winds", "Circle Of Friends", "The Huge Mistakes" y "Minnesota"; la cinta de rarezas limitada que se editó para celebrar los 2 años de la banda "Weird Tape: Demos, Rarities & Live", su primer LP "The Magic Indian Scene" y temas inéditos como la demo casera "Life After God", de la época del EP "The Eastern Winds", "Light Up The Stars" y Don't Want To Lose A Thing", demos de canciones que se escribieron para "The Magic Indian Scene" pero que no terminaron en el disco; y finalmente 4 versiones de The Replacements, Hüsker Dü y Mission Of Burma grabadas especialmente para la ocasión en directo en el local de ensayo.

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released April 20, 2013

Editado en formato cassette por Boston Pizza Records [BPR015]
Artwork de Pol Rodellar polrodellar.blogspot.com.es

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The Destroyed Room es una banda de rock de toda la vida, de las que tienen sentido en la carretera. Por eso no han dejado de tocar y sacar EP's cumpulsivamente desde 2009. Ahora nos llega "The Magic Indian Scene" (Boston Pizza Records, 2012), su primer largo, que deja clara la evolución de un grupo que está constantemente en movimiento. ... more

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