Russian Red

6th of March, Russian Red live in Almeria at Apollo Theatre.

They don't believe



Walk by the mand who sings a song to the streetlights
and turns out everybody claps, they don’t believe in cabs
they don’t believe in cabs, they don’t believe in cabs.

And they all go wild, but they walk instead
they all go wild, but they walk instead.

Now, talk to the man who’s laying down by the door of a bank
and people don’t rely on the traffic lights, they don’t believe in lights
they don’t believe in lights, they don’t belive it’s… a confusing situation
they all get run over in petrol stations but they rock.

And there are faces on the six AM working crowds
who take the subway from their homes to their lonely nights.

i don't like this song but...

Walls are tired, of holding the same old ceilings
words have found their way to stay in
& they don’t let out feelings

It’s written badly but verses say she’s mad & creepy
& the rest of things we kind of know.
They say there’ll never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession ’bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch
Everything, everything she looks at.

Cups are tired of being filled with the same coffee.
The floor can’t stand that people stepping on won’t even say sorry.
They say there’ll never be a girl like her again
with her socks up to her knees & her obsession ’bout bees.

And with her eyes that she uses to touch
everything, everything she looks at.

Don’t stay longer staring at her eyes.

Russian Red- Cigarettes

No tell me what it is, it isn´t fair
´cause I´m wasting time, but it isn´t my heart
it isn´t my fault.
And every situation understands, well
The anecdote of chasing the location to your door,
Yeah yeah…da da…

´cause I´m wasting time, now I´m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
And all the letters that I have never sent, da da…

And he was sitting by the swimming pool
But he was scared, ´cause it wasn´t his time, it wasn´t his chance.
Getting older´s not been on my plans
But it´s never late, it´s never late enough for me to stay, da da…

´cause I´m wasting time, now I´m wasting money again
and all the cigarettes that I have never smoked
And all the letters that I have never sent, da da…