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I was born on a cold night. My mom died in childbirth.
My father never forgot, he put the blame on me.
My brother was an asshole, I know I meant nothing to him.
Raised by the babysitter, it was like I was her own kid.

The days in the boarding school gave me the chance to grow up
and then I decided I had endured enough.
I was in love so I escaped to meet the love of my life
but in the end, I don’t know how, I ended up fighting a war.

These are my confessions of the life that I’ve had,
full of rejections and changes of heart,
with countless lovers and friends that stabbed me in the back.
The man I am now means nothing if I dare to forget the past.

I moved to a brand new town trying to fulfil my dreams.
With perseverance and guts I climbed to the peak
but when you’re rich and famous the fall is what you don’t see.
I tried to walk a tightrope, my balance didn’t agree.
It didn’t agree so I lost control

I strove intermittently and with considerable courage
to forget about things like the momentum of my emotions
but I wasn’t successful against this insidious force
that operates when you love and then nullifies you.

Then the witch-hunt came and I had to emigrate.
They were times of change.
Pursued and then pointed as evil I had to escape, living in a living hell.
All my dreams collided with reality. There’s no place for me.
Friends turned their backs on me just like I was a stray dog.
I hit the road outta here.

I stayed afloat by knowing what’s important,
looking on the bright side of life.
The saying “different strokes for different folks”
helped me to realize that
life is a breeze but there’s no need to jump the gun.
Put the burdens on the scales and then decide what steps to take.
I became obsessed with goals I knew I’d never reach
but doesn’t mean that I regret all those things I did.

I hid where no one would seek, imprisoned in my thoughts,
chased by the ghost of the past. My life will just go on
but while I face the dead road, let me present this once more:
these are my new confessions, my dreams and doubts now are yours.

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from Firebrand of a revolution, released October 1, 2014

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Black Daniel's Popcorn Makers Madrid, Spain

Daniel del Álamo -
Vocals
Carlos Olcina -
Guitar
Pablo "la rubia" -
Guitar
Guillermo Natividad
Drums
Álvaro "Coleti" -
Bass
Javier Casado -
Keyboards
Álvaro "Peri" -
Sax
Víctor Muñoz -
Trombone ... more

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