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Telex

16.07
3VOOR12: ‘Misschien wel het leukste optreden van de Parade.’
17.06
A teensieweensie bit of EPTV footage (6:55) featured in het Jeugdjournaal.
02.04
3VOOR12: Zonder gitarist Tjirk werkt El Pino aan nieuw album
12.11
‘No one knows a thing these days’ Free mp3) at The Dutch Indie Singles Club.
26.09
Let’s hope the saffron army succeed in their efforts this time. You can help, too.
14.08
Sleep well, Ms. Morgan Kirkaldy
28.07
Lonely people of the world, vote!
27.07
Banjoman Goslink verlaat El Pino en wordt Volunteer
15.07
And this year’s nominees are…
29.06
Coming up July 8th at 1400hrs, ‘Harm en z’n Bende’, live at the Vondelpark in Amsterdam.

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El Pino and The Volunteers

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About

El Pino and The Volunteers are an alt-country and americana inspired 5-piece from Rotterdam.

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The debut full-length, 'Molten City', is released by Excelsior Recordings on CD and limited edition vinyl.

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Latest Release

Molten City cover

Hurrah, Molten City is here! Our debut full-length contains 12 tracks and is released by Excelsior Recordings as a CD and limited edition 12"!

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Lyrics

Honey
She spins on her heels
Those stilettos could kill
Each and every man
Oh they can

Brother
I see the look in your eyes
I see you saying goodbye
Well brother so long
Hope I’m wrong

Is someone breaking the rules
Eating the fruit from Adams’ tree
Is someone making the move
Driving his car out of Moody street

Mother
Could you tell me a lie
Like you used to at night
Like everything’s fine
It’s just a matter of time

Brother
Could you make me a deal
Could you promise to shoot me
The day i betray
You and me

Is someone breaking the rules
Eating the fruit from Adams’ tree
Is someone making the move
Driving his car out of Moody street
Is someone screaming his lungs out
Out of hope, out of fear
Is someone paying his dues
Selling his soul, facing the truth


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