How to revive a dead

by Kessels

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released February 29, 2016

Compuesto por kessels. Grabado, mezclado y masterizado por Manuel Torroglosa en “La sala de máquinas” de Lorca.

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Kessels Cartagena, Spain

MEMBERS:

-Paco: Voice
-Dani: Guitar
-Carlos: Guitar
- Joaquin: Bass
-Rubén: Drums

Kessels is an alternative band formed in Cartagena in early 2012. Influenced by diverse musical styles, initially grunge, and currently most of the wide range of alternative rock, and got a distinctive style that leaves no one indifferent.
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Track Name: How To Revive A Dead
How to revive a dead?
Clouds above us
Doesn’t care, he has no breath
I would try but events happen so fast
There’s no light to guide my pen

Swallow lies with my friends
Maybe liars are my friends
Trying to keep dry in my bed
There’s no music in my head
Why I do not I go away?
Why do I fail to understand? ...

…To keep dry in my bed

Drag the waste through the floor
This smell is getting worse
I don’t know what the worst is
Cutting pieces? Rise it all?
I’m so slow, I’m so old
I will need one arm or both
Leave it here! Burn it all!
Say goodbye! Come back home!

How to revive a dead?
Flies above us
What a smell! There’s no chance yet!
Leave a nice stiff and a short past
There’s no nights to defend my thoughts

He looks so sick without his crown
It’s been two years since the day we found
Which in its day costs thousand pounds,
It could be changed for one minute of sound

Swallow lies with my friends
Maybe liars are my friends
Trying to keep dry in my bed
There’s no music in my head
Why I do not I go away?
Why do I fail to understand? ...

…To keep dry in my bed

Let’s get fun doing jokes
Call your friends! Get the phone!
Walk with him through the town,
Bend his arms, put your thumbs up.
Close his eyes, close his mouth
With that face looks scrappy now
Leave it here! Burn it all!
Say goodbye! Come back home!
Track Name: Plastic Bullets
BE QUIET
BEATING THE RIVALS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FIGHT
THAT IS THE BETTER WAY TO BE IGNORED
DODGING THE AIR MOVED BY PLASTIC BULLETS

DON’T BITE
THE HAND THAT WILL FEED YOU BELLY TONIGHT
THE HAND THAT WILL KEEP SAFE YOUR DEAR SONS
OF THE LONELINESS AND OTHER CONCERNS

DON’T CRY
YOUR DREAMS SLEEP SOUNDLY THIS MORNING
YOUR FATE IS SEALED BUT THAT IS NOT THEM PROBLEM

IF I COULD JUST IGNORE
WHAT EVERYBODY SAYS
IF I COULD JUST BE BORED
OF WHAT EVERYBODY SAYS
BETTER I STAY AT HOME
WITHOUT LOOKING THE HANDS… WITHOUT LOOKING YOUR HANDS

BE QUIET
BEATING THE RIVALS YOU DON’T HAVE TO FIGHT
THAT IS THE BETTER WAY TO BE IGNORED
DODGING THE AIR MOVED BY PLASTIC BULLETS

DON’T BITE
THE HAND THAT WILL FEED YOU BELLY TONIGHT
THE HAND THAT WILL KEEP SAFE YOUR DEAR SONS
OF THE LONELINESS AND OTHER CONCERNS

DON’T CRY
YOUR DREAMS SLEEP SOUNDLY THIS MORNING
YOUR FATE IS SEALED BUT THAT IS NOT THEM PROBLEM

IF I COULD JUST IGNORE
WHAT EVERYBODY SAYS
IF I COULD JUST BE BORED
OF WHAT EVERYBODY SAYS
BETTER I STAY AT HOME
WITHOUT LOOKING THE HANDS… WITHOUT LOOKING YOUR HANDS


DON’T DIRTY YOUR GLOVES
WHEN YOU HAVE SOLD TOUR HEART
WHEN YOU´LL BE ALONE
YOU´LL REMEMBER MY WORDS
Track Name: Breathless
Now it’s time to take a rest
Don’t pretend to be the best
In my life I have tasted
Things that you cannot smell

What burned my soul before
Now keeps my body cold
Every day I’m getting old
To fight the ghosts

Things that you cannot smell

Broken strings for an unfinished verse
Broken strings echoes in my head
Is it not enough yet to carry, to carry, to carry
The sweet weight of the fame

It’s too late, I’m worried since every morning started to be the same
Remember when the mountain was only a grain
Don’t shake me, I’m sorry but these days of glory are coming to the end
You call me when I’m breathless

Acts begin to be in vain
Heaven is still waiting
If you don’t want to take my hand
I’m not going to force you again

Things that you cannot smell


What you see is what I want
I’ve got one thousand folds
What burned my soul before
Now keeps my body cold

Broken strings for an unfinished verse
Broken strings echoes in my head
Is it not enough yet to carry, to carry, to carry
The sweet weight of the fame


echoes in my head
sweet weight of the fame

It’s too late, I’m worried since every morning started to be the same
Remember when the mountain was only a grain
Don’t shake me, I’m sorry but these days of glory are coming to the end
You call me when I’m breathless

echoes in my head
my life I have tasted
Things that you cannot smell

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