From Tip to Tongue

by Atomgrado

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Recorded, edited, mixed and produced at Mantis Studios by V.B. and F. Trych. Mastered at Ornitorrinco Records by Jair. Artwork by Tothartstudio.

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released 17 June 2013

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ATOMGRADO Madrid, Spain

Atomgrado are:
Liv Peicanni - Vocals
Jayne C. Wilde- Vocals, guitar, bass, ukelele, keyboards
F. Trych - Guitar, bass, keyboards, percussion
M. Novoa - Guitar, bass, keyboards, percussion
B. Grant - Vocals, bass, guitar, keyboards
Jair López- Drums
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Track Name: World Overdose
Life seems a long devious road, like a shadowy Milton's way
Up and down like a snake in the fog

Beautiful morning, expand your mind, now you know you are all alone
And freedom comes, troubles are gone

But you see a boy with a knife
Two drug-dealers and a punk
Four babes there, eyes don't obey
Supermodels

A junkie man asks for a coin
Black eyed skull, cheap wine stench
The voice of the drug, image of death

World overdose

The world is always in change - same shit different day
Asking yourself: who am i?
Sometimes you loose
Sometimes you learn
Sometimes is just too late

A dubious cop arresting a tramp
While a little man plays the guitar
In a wagon on the six pm train
Forced to listen to some moron’s phone
Playing out loud tacky dumb songs
Experimenting a…

World overdose

Here we go!

On the whisky bar waiting for a delayed flight
Nobody knows how much you can stand

That’s enough, you’re an angry man
Let it go, let it explode
Burn the world, break the universe
Feel the problems being dispelled
Clearing away
Going away
Flying away
Fading away
Track Name: The Ballad of Protonburgo
Two heads thinking like one mind - one woman, one man
I want to reach a piece of cake - I see your hand grasping the knife

I know how you think - you know how I act
Without a movement of your lips - i know exactly what you want
While i think in a brand new world - you sing me a sweet lullaby
It will be better for our life

Both of us strolling - by the avenues of death
Happiness and sorrow – treacherous feelings to play

Every night I dream your dreams - do you remember the one i had?
Deep in my mind i feel your fear - the bitter taste of your tears
The sun bathed the empty streets - the last rays came to the square
A frozen silence filled the air

I lost you - but i win me
Maybe you had to die - to give me a life

Two in one, that couldn’t be
I lost you - but i win me
You gave me a life
Track Name: Have a Nice Day
Gutten Morgen... Gutten Morgen Franz! - I looked at him paralyzed
It was the strangest day - Since I arrived to the Town

My name is Franz Keitel - For 30 years, I’ve been known as Otto Speer
I changed my identity when I left my home - The art galleries were my world

One day, after years of badly-paid jobs - I decided to strike taking the three most great works

And I sold the pictures on the black market - I wanted to share the art with the nation.
And I ensured myself money in the pocket - An operation changed my face
My sinful life had been erased

Thirty years of peace and sunny days - A pleasant life until this unexpected meet

That morning I went for a walk - When I crossed the parking
A pair of eyes stared at me - A curious blinking
The hat and the suit were black - Like my future, oh, mein Gott!!
My pleasant life could be destroyed

Gutten Morgen Franz! Do you remember me? - Sorry, I'm afraid not.
There must be some mistake - No I don't think so
I know you very well Franz - I said my name is Otto Speer...

And that man said: "If you don't pay me a million - You will have to explain to the public opinion"
And I had to shoot him and start to run - I’m on my way

Good bye and have a nice day!!
Track Name: 14 Rupees
On the walls of L’Hermitage
By a pierced Saint Sebastian

A tormented Caravaggio hangs discretely in the dark

Less unnoticed as it seems
A price is been settled for the piece
Stateless mob-boss lacked of qualms
Hired a german for the task

The cutting blizzard and the night played as accomplice of the thug

But criminal minds never play fair
The canvas was delivered just in time
But instead of the price promised ahead
A leather suitcase... with 14 rupees inside
Track Name: Streets of Atomgrado
A new day - the sun rise
Down the stairs - open the door

Out - everyone seems to laugh
Out - a little child sing a song

Wooo – wooo - wooo - wooo
Wooo – wooo - wooo - wooo

Good day - good luck
I come to a date- winner smile

Walk - with the strength of a god
Think - the entire world is yours

Wooo – wooo - wooo - wooo
Wooo – wooo - wooo - wooo

Black clouds - is cold
There's no sun - i smell the storm...

Just walking down the street
Crossing through the park
See the neighbourhood of man
Blocked inside concrete walls

Wooo – wooo - wooo - wooo
Wooo – wooo - wooo - wooo
Track Name: Apple
I was sitting behind the fountain watching the gold hitting the ground,
I was plotting behind the fence, terribly hungry, stomachache.

And when the sun set and the moon was high,
I jumped in and rush inside, watching stains of light,
I found my way…

I was eating under the moonlight, looking around, laying on the soil.
I was certain I was alone but I could feel that something was wrong.

Then I saw a bright pair of eyes in the dark,
A black man came into the light, with a knife in his hand,
Heading my way…

I was running under the moonlight, laughing as I dribbled around,
My treasure bounced inside my pocket, a bird in the hand is worth two in the bush

And when the sun rose and the moon was set,
I tripped over a stone; my apple fell to the ground,
And rolled down to a cliff…

Falling down…
Out of my reach…
Track Name: Waltzburgo Smile
And I waited for you in that bar
In the days of the Third World War
You said that you'll wait for me
With a single rose in your hand
And I felt in love, Waltzburgo smile.

The one eyed waiter, has heard of you
The wooden leg policeman, has heard of you
The young milkman, has heard of you
The bald postman, has heard of you

And every single day a big bunch of flowers
Withered in my hands, or in the hands of others
And every single day a chocolate box
Withered in my hands… Oooooh, in my hands.

The one eyed waiter, has heard of you
The wooden leg policeman, has heard of you
The young milkman, has heard of you
The bald postman, has heard of you

And I’ve heard a single word, and the word was prostitute
And I’ve heard a muttered word, and the word was prostitute
Track Name: Funny Games
Like music in the ocean is your voice to me
Like a canopy of roses is your scent to me
Like sunrays in the morning are your eyes to me
Like a silky veil of snow is your skin to me

When you are not around nothing else makes sense
That is why I cry what I mourn what I crave
You have to understand you are I need
That is why I fear what I do what I will…
If you go, there will be winter all along
For my heart and for your soul

In your little house of wood you have all you need
There are no real windows (I know) but you can watch TV
To be your lover is all I dream when you talk to me
I lost you but I’ll do what it takes to get to you

I hope the food was right I cooked it yesterday
That is why I cry what I mourn what I crave
Please just try to think in the ropes as a funny game
That is why I fear what I do what I will…

You don't know how I felt when you were gone

…Sometimes with me, sometimes alone…
Track Name: The Sicilian
Bow tie, top hat - Silver skull on his stick
He entered the bar - Pouring rain, dark night
Black shadow behind - Big angel outside
Praying for us... Poor sinners…

..."I know all your sins"...
..."I know you are a bad man"...

The air froze and my hearth stalled
Suddenly knew he was coming for me
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong money, wrong man… Wrong man...

His eyes spelled - Your time has come
Skolled my last drink - Without remorse without any fear
I’ll face my death silent and proud - Smoking in some goddamned place
(From) where I know there’s no possible exit - No way out…

..."Too late for forgive"...
..."Time to pay the price"...

With a Magick gesture of his hand
Everybody there fell asleep
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong money, wrong man… Wrong man...

Then the angel came inside
Spreading out his huge black wings
Wrong place, wrong time, wrong money, wrong man… Wrong man...

He snapped his fingers and the Angel came to me…
And opened my chest and took my heart
Since that somber night - I wait inside that bar
For the Devil and his demon - To bring my soul back…

…Bring my soul back
…Bring my soul back
…Bring my soul back
Track Name: Alphonse (The Stateless)
By a fainting fire
In a little hamlet
A weedy baby
Came to the world

Noone took notice of that cunning ghost
Disturbing the shadows, stealing bread loafs

A spiteful sharp mind
Sunk into oblivion
Ruling his world
Playing his dice

Everyone knows there’s a ruthless ghost that hovers above dictating his law
Disturbing the shadows, ruling a mob, a dangerous master that some call Alphonse
Track Name: Don't Tell Smokey
There he goes again Smokey – Everyday waiting for a delayed train
Barefoot in the snowy day - Doesn't care about the raindrops in his head

Months ago just by my side - His father whispered something secret
Then he kissed the boy's head goodbye

He was deadly shot downtown - Someone told me about the man

He's loop along the railway tracks
Bringing the sun in his smile and the full moon in his hands

You will have to fight - Poor little beggar don't you cry
You are waiting for a dead man
I couldn't resist those eyes - The same box in his little dirty hands
Waiting for a dead man

Months ago just by my side - His father kissed the boy’s head goodbye
Everyone knew the saddest truth
Poor little beggar don't you cry - Poor little beggar under the full moon

He's loop along the railway tracks
Jumping and playing with a skull and the full moon in his hands

You will have to fight - Poor little beggar don't you cry
You are waiting for a dead man
I couldn't resist those eyes - The same box in his little dirty hands
Waiting for a dead man
Track Name: Lightbulb
The Sun is falling, cold and red, while whores and dealers howl for prey,
I can't weep, I can't sleep, I am covered with grey despair,
Then every man of every time, Start to pray in their distress,
I see weakness, I see woe, the palace walls... the city gates...

Silent move – The weight of my loss – I can't rise from pain

The Moon is pale in her throne, When I walk under swollen clouds,
see the river's neverending flow, throw away my painful soul,
We are not gods but worms, In the womb of this town’s corpse,
Evening Star doesn't shine, stole my heart, stole my hopes...

I build a wall - To keep the fear out - It's a good place - To get a song from...

And everything starts,
With a lightbulb in a store,
Wings to my mind,
Listening the chords.

A new Charm in my voice,
I can feel how it changes,
That's the way it works,
Just when the words leave off...

Growing from my roots,
Shining in my core,
Buried in the earth,
Enhancing my world.

I build a wall around - To keep the fear out - It's a good place - To get a song from...