Built from Rust

Built from Rust lyrics

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Carnificina dreamed of blowing speakers out With broken amplifiers and a crowd prepared to shout But years leaked through the ceiling and the wallpaper at home And life drove every one of them too far to still belong Down the avenue at dusk four local kids appeared Carnificina was the name the shopkeepers all feared Manél Rapidinho laughed beneath his battered leather coat Juiz de Fora's getting louder than this rotten town can hold Vandane pictured crowded clubs with cigarettes and heat And swore their first released record would reach the foreign streets Dorotéia hit the drumkit like cathedral bells at war And half the neighborhood killed the lights and locked their bedroom doors Carnificina dreamed of blowing speakers out With broken amplifiers and a crowd prepared to shout But years leaked through the ceiling and the wallpaper at home And life drove every one of them too far to still belong Carnificina ah They rehearsed beside the rail tracks in a warehouse full of dust With cheap beer on the concrete and equipment built from rust They dreamed of São Paulo nights and opening overseas Following Atômica through smoke and filthy streets But Dani Vandane took a job inside a downtown bank Now survives through dead-eyed meetings and fluorescent office lamps Dorotéia married suddenly some military man Moved to Matias Barbosa and vanished from the band Only Manél Rapidinho kept the volume rising high Fifty years still melting cables every Friday night alive Now he plays at Black Widow for the drunks around the town Still tearing furious solos from guitars about to drown There are kids beside the bar who hear him play and softly ask Was that crazy guy already old when all of this first passed? Then Manél plugs the cable in, smiling sideways at the wall And burns another solo like a factory about to fall Carnificina ah Carnificina ah Carnificina never crossed the ocean with a deal But Manél Rapidinho became something loud and real Because every dying city keeps somebody loud and strange Still making noise against the decades trying to erase their name Carnificina ah Carnificina ah