Rolling e​.​p

by NX2 Space Patrol

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This demo e.p was recorded live @ The beat rehearsal room in 2010
Vocals & electric guitar by Noga shatz
Bass guitar & backing vocals by Shahar Yahalom / Drums by Alex Levi
Lyrics by Noga Shatz
All songs writen & composed by Nx2 space patrol except for
"Transmission" by Joy Division , released on Factory Records in November 1979.

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released September 9, 2010

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Track Name: Rolling
All my life I was rolling
Something broke and now I'm
Falling falling falling falling
It's been a year and I'm still
Falling falling falling falling

I leave in a world of ghosts
No one knows
No one knows



All my life I was rolling
Now it's broken now I'm
Falling falling falling falling
falling falling falling falling
Track Name: 24
All I do is touch myself
I touch myself and no one else
All I do is touch myself
I touch myself instead of touching you

All I do is drug myself
I drag myself to bed and watch the news
Another pill to the hole of emptiness
I don’t know why I do it to myself

Can you believe in magic?

They say the way is to believe in good –
I'm not sure if it's true
24 – and there's so much more
Each day Im closer to the floor
Another goal another chance to fall
Another pill instead of fucking you

And now it's time for the magic

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Track Name: morning cup
Every day I wake up
Someone else inside my head
Showing me the movie of my life
Promises I never kept
Everybody knows what is going on
I'm always the last to know
When you gave your heart – I ran
When I had a chance I had to waste it
I waste it

Every night before I go to sleep
I See you laying next to me
My darling- you should run
This sheep is going down
You say I believed in things
I never know what you mean
Looking in my eyes to check
Is it getting better?

Heaven I think is just van idea
Sometimes when I go high I forget about the fear
And all that is wrong is gone for a while
I can wait days for one look inside your eyes

Every day I wake up the quire gets me
Out of bed
In my cup of coffee floating
All the secrets that I've kept
Everybody knows what is going on
They see it on my face
I'm always the last to know
When I have a chance
I have to waste it
I waste it
I waste it
Track Name: After party
All and all
comes to this It
I'm not easy
And there is no name for my disease

People tell me I should move on
They don’t know this pain
Has been neglected for so long

Lets go out we'll have a drink or tow
You will fuck me
I will fuck you too if I would like to
Stupid world
I wish you all destroy
Sometimes I wish that I was never born

These are not the pills, it's me
I'm shutting down this party
No one is welcome anymore

I decided I will close my heart
No one is gonna touch it
This defense is costing me my health
But it's the only way it's gonna work
It's a battlefield my legs on fire
So much blood I give for my desire.

All and all it comes to this
I'm not easy and there is no name for my disease.
Track Name: Transmission
Transmission -Joy Division- Lyrics by : Ian Curtis

Radio, live transmission.
Radio, live transmission.

Listen to the silence, let it ring on.
Eyes, dark grey lenses frightened of the sun.
We would have a fine time living in the night,
Left to blind destruction,
Waiting for our sight.

And we would go on as though nothing was wrong.
And hide from these days we remained all alone.
Staying in the same place, just staying out the time.
Touching from a distance,
Further all the time.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.

Well I could call out when the going gets tough.
The things that we've learnt are no longer enough.
No language, just sound, that's all we need know, to synchronize
love to the beat of the show.

And we could dance.

Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.
Dance, dance, dance, dance, dance, to the radio.