Urga (82,21 %)
Urgasm (88,63 %)
In collection
Released: 2000
Type: Studio
Type: Studio
Ranking:
Artist:
2
Year (2000):
1
Decade (2000's):
6
Overall:
89
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1.
Raggamoda
 03:03
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2.
Too Late
 04:46
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3.
Urgasm
03:43
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4.
Escape
04:09
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5.
Wild Card
03:27
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6.
Loco
 03:51
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7.
Maimo
04:01
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8.
My Dragon
05:01
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9.
Cold
04:15
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10.
Curious Crowds
05:05
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Album length:
41:21
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Lyrics |
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1.
Raggamoda
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A sela mioda ane hie hiaod ase raggamoda pola wana di Esha baroda gandja leniao age hie, hie hie hiaod Shawa daweda ane hie hiaod ase raggamoda pola wana di esha baroda gandja leniao |
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2.
Too Late
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Shine light into this face there are no marks that show sweet and without a trace someone to get to know What are you waiting for Mr Ferryman? come over here and gaze your fill under this pretty tan it looks like a road kill Don't let me down now, don't leave it till too late Wait till you hear me say the word shoot straight I can pay my own fare with pennies from my eyes no pretty clothes to wear that's how a bad girl dies Don't let me down now... Shine light into this face there are no marks that show held in the last cold embrace under the skin the darkness grows Don't let me down now... |
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3.
Urgasm
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| It's about love |
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4.
Escape
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You and me we are of the same hue we're full of drink you see right through we are in the same kind of shape we are both trying to escape The only company that I've got is this bottle I need quite a lot I could kiss you deep until we fly my sweet dear until you're empty out of booze until we fly my sweet dear until we got no more to lose We are the only ones who are still here I think it's time for us to disappear they will soon ring the bell telling us to leave this hell I could kiss you deep until we fly my sweet dear... |
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5.
Wild Card
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Dead caresses take no dares accept no risk face the fact the weather's changed I'm just a bitch Tide is turning I can see the breakers curl stand aside I'm riding high watch my sails unfurl Cared enough to spare the rod and spoil the child fair enough now call my bluff this card is wild Overturning all the claims of decency strip the fancy clothes from my humanity Tide is turning I can see the breakers curl stand aside I'm riding high watch my sails unfurl Cared enough to spare... Tide is turning, tide is turning... This card is wild, this card is wild, is wild, is wild |
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6.
Loco
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Aradiera ferra kiora nofu aradiera larra miera loco Merra tiera sara hiera don do nesha kiera latha hanesha lo Aradiera farra narera don do aradiera moro kolera nofa Merra tiera sara hiera don do nesha kiera latha hanesha lo Oj lele, oj lele, oj lele, oj nani Rodjikele, rodjikele, rodjikele oh nani Oh naja, naja da mira dajod Naja da mira, naja damira dajod |
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7.
Maimo
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In gora nefa in dara lesha is sara dohe in koeda mehedjo In rada lefa in kora nesha in sara ledjon in koeda mehedjo Skandaj kimi gadjin reba na koydava dina voy maimo dina voy maimo oh Areda niron in sara lefa in koro dima in koeda mehedjo in rada nisha in sara lefon in kora mida in koeda mehedjo Skandaj kimi... Afela don in kora lathin tao in fara di dan a kera sao in kora lesh in tao in fara daon in kora lesh in rada ta hiraneshaow Adjes, amosh, acesh, alosh acesh, alosh, acesh, alosh |
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8.
My Dragon
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I wanna buy me a dragon whatever the cost who could lick me with fire and burn down the loss to finest ash, to finest ash I want him to kiss my hungry soul I want him to light my lashes of coal so they will spark, so they will spark Let me ride on his flame let me ride on his flame I want him to light my fire make it blaze I want him to rake the ashes out of my face so it will shine, so it will shine Let me ride on his flame |
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9.
Cold
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Forced by the crowd endless roaring grief silence seems too loud that's how cold feels Iron in his eyes feet stuck in years of lies face mind and bitterness doubtful blindness Breathe in desire nothing breathe in, deny everything Face that silent fear accuse that foolish trust now there are only tears enclosing hope in rust Breathe in desire... |
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10.
Curious Crowds
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This night is so loaded with lonesome despair sleepy bodies search for some open arms Closed faces wait for dawn they're waiting for the unknown behind the painted eyes life cries for what it never owned Curious crowds crush to see is it here it's going on? This early morning will soon be shaking with rushing appetite those starving windows will be witness of another tale Curious crowds crush to see is it here it's going on? |