Ratso Album 1.0

Ratso is the story of a dream ...

Ratso born in Madrid in 2011 during
the university stage of its three
components that allows them to
realize their musical dreams
fusing rock elements to it,
pop, funk, and electronic music.

The band's name is a tribute to
character Enrico "Ratso" Rizzo and his pursuit of a dream to death.

Album Contents:

1.La Beach 4:47
2.Campo Of Attraction 5:05
3:26 3.C13H18O2
3:15 4.Frio
5.The English 3:35
 
References: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Midnight_Cowboy

released 01 June 2012
Carlos Diaz
Morcillo Augustine
Carlos Morcillo

illustration: Abbey Ximo

Androiced by. Apps.Org.Es Inc.

Lyrics:

1. The Beach.
I come to the beach to find me
a girl who loves me
without looking

I come from the beach of my life
to see all the girls
dressed in skirts

Walking through the sand without burning

Whenever you want to be with me
closes the door, eyes
and start dreaming

I come from the beach of looking
remembering every drink
every moment

It hurts like the wind with sand
I close your eyes
but worth it

Walking through the sand without burning

Whenever you want to be with me
the door closes, eyes
and start dreaming.

2.Campo Of Attraction.
Whenever I see
running every morning with wet hair
if not on time a story is invented

And it's burning
has the smell of a flower that produces a reaction
much more intense than this song

None of what you see bothers
There is a war about his attraction field
You close your eyes you champagne and offshore
soar through storms of the past, but are like the wind

And I ask:
You have dinner at home? Today my parents are not
if he knew that trying to get into your body

I'm burning
to explore the planet that no one ever saw
just have a try, I can not fail

None of what you see bothers
There is a war about his attraction field
You close your eyes you champagne and offshore
soar through storms of the past, but are like the wind

(But you're like the wind).

3.C13H18O2.

Ibuprofen calmed
all the pain I caused
the blonde fairy sun
when turned off my heat

The major fire broke out
creating a new color
which is divided to pass
triangular prism

So cold and neutral died
color seen dreaming
a beam of light that fell
and gives way to something better

It was in the wake of pain
never heard his voice.

4.Frio.

Cold Cold
expected money
Christmas balls

5. The English.

Her parchment moon
Precious is playing
by an amphibious path
crystals and laurels.
The starless silence,
fleeing the chant,
falls where the sea beats and sings
your night full of fish.
At the peak of the mountain
carabinieri sleep
keeping the white towers
where the English live.

And water gypsies
up to amuse,
Bowers shells
and green pine branches.
Her parchment moon
Precious is playing.
Seeing her up
the wind that never sleeps.

Look at the girl playing
absent a sweet flute.

Girl, let me lift
your dress to see you.
Open in my ancient fingers
the blue rose of your womb.