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Found my first reason to smile, written on a small note that said: “you’ll appreciate me when I’m gone”. No options left and then, empty handed I see myself give in, again. Hurt has been my daily bread (x5). My stomach’s filled with each agonizing piece. Would you starve to death instead?. Hope is lost when that reason leaves. Precaution signs all along my never ending road, have prevented mass destruction disasters. Likewise advertise me that there are situations they cannot hold, and will have to face on my own. The muscles in my face, move rapidly from place to place. Even if I tried I couldn’t hide, how your presence makes me feel satisfied. My mind is set to focus, my eyes on the prize. It took so long to notice the joy you brought into my life. And the same reason that made me smile now makes me cry. I found my first reason in a small note I wrote: “I’ll value you even more if you stay here with me”.
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If the only thing that we agree on is that we disagree, then why not focus the attention in a path to reach a common goal. My different views shouldn’t turn me into your enemy. Hear what I have to say, and I’ll do the same. Let the truth unfold. One learns more by listening than by speaking. See the two sides of the story to make your own. Found me in a dark cold place, stuck by my side ‘till I was full of grace. Accepted me for who I am and where I stand, this one’s for you my helping hand. Opposing viewpoints shouldn’t be taken as defiance. No. To have an open mind of new points of view, doesn’t mean you’ll lose your personal values. It just means you’re ready to embrace new experiences, that put aside dead dogmas in search of the living truth.
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Woke up with the wrong foot off the bed. I was determined to make the most of this. Blocking barriers won’t hold the best of me, stretched myself to make ends meet. Sitting down near by the street, tried to run away from my own defeat. I tripped over with the same stone. Reminiscing that I can’t hide from what I seek. If you mourn on yesterday, if you hope for tomorrow, you’ll forget about today and will give into sorrow (x2). I bought my one way ticket with no return. Against the current I walk with no remorse. One way ticket with no return. Home will forever be missed, but I can’t stop to ask myself: What am I supposed to do? Supposed to go?. ‘cause in my hand I have a one way ticket.
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So I guess this is goodbye, to everything we ever had. Feelings between us and that so called trust. You broke this deal that with faith was sealed. Words can describe how I feel for you now, but I don’t think it’s worth the waste of my time. You know me so well that later you’ll cry, and I won’t be there to tell you everything will be fine. I’ve heard this all before, and I’m sure I will hear it more and more. You said that this would never end, and it did, it did, it did. No matter how hard you grab on someday you’ll have to let go. Go (x14). I hope you find happiness, with the decisions you made. I don’t really care anymore, whose fault it was or where we went wrong. You just needed to get off your high horse, like I did many times before, like I did many times before. Needless to say we’re both better off, thanks for the memories now it’s time to move on (x2). Now it’s time to move on. Call me when you miss me.
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Raised to think that alone we will fall, that we need something bigger than us. Yes, it’s true, we all sometime need some help. But dependency is their only concern. Yeah. Slowly we all accept what we refused to be. It’s much easier to exist that way without feeling weak. But weakness has taken over that strength and rage that made us scream. How I wish I wouldn’t have to be aware of this, of all the wrongs that black out our rights. That assures us death instead of preserving life. Have I committed thought crime?. When our ideals become a luxury, that we have to pay with a higher price. Risk all just for your thoughts. Fear and doubts have filled my deepest dreams. The only one that can stop us is ourselves, everything else is imaginary barriers. We’ll break them down and fill them up, with conscient decisions. My ideas are bulletproof, and they won’t silence me (x2). Can’t silence us. A voice that’s shut will shout louder, because the message remains in the ears and eyes of generations to come. That won’t give into irrational guidelines and sadistic ways.
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…and the beat goes on!. Life is a puzzle that you put piece by piece, difficult to reach when you live on your knees. In search of a road that leads me to you, I am lost and we’re lost with our head full of clues. T-h-i-n-k-i-n-g before I act, before I react. About what I want and need to do. And f-e-e-l-i-n-g, heart skipped a beat but I’m still here. My brain is numb but there is no fear, to show what’s inside. Two constants that would shape, the man that I became. Even though I’ve heard the only one is change, I can proudly say that those two remain untamed. Thinking and feeling, headache and heartache. Is there any other way saying, I’m the only one to blame. To take off these chains, that are driving me insane. ‘cause we never finish finding ourselves, your true self told by somebody else. The biggest contradiction you’ll find, will be the one coming out of your mouth (we get, we have) what we deserve.
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Aquí crecí, aquí te conocí, nadie vino a contarme lo que se de ti. Y lo que sé es que no me imagino, mi vida sin vivir aquí. Viajaré, pisaré y gritaré en tierras lejanas, donde tu nombre se desconozca por lo que yo sé hacer. Igual o mejor que cualquier otro expositor. Una carta abierta, vaya una invitación a que sepan que en el llamado rancho esta lo más chingón. Con los brazos extendidos te decimos: “Bienvenidos a la esquina del mundo”. Al rincón de la esperanza, al puente de una nación. Nuestras bocas narraran tus hazañas, enseñanzas que despierten esa pasión. México lindo y querido, si muero lejos de ti, que digan que estoy dormido y que me traigan aquí. Tijuana linda y querida, si muero lejos de ti, que digan que estoy dormido y que me traigan aquí. Esta es mi tierra, mi luchar. Nadie podrá, nadie podrá arrancar esto de mí. De mí, de ti, de nosotros. La Tía les manda saludos, con su más fiel servidor. Que con su ruido sueña que algún día, sean escuchadas sus melodías y esta ciudad brille junto a él con gran resplandor.Hoy, mañana y siempre.
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Desde que recuerdo siempre estuviste ahí, en mis pensamientos pero no en mi vivir. Esa ausencia, esa indiferencia que tuviste en mi, te volviste mi ejemplo a no seguir. Durante mucho tiempo olvidé tu figura, tu rol y tu nombre. El mencionarlo solo me daba coraje. Pero los años me hicieron crecer y ver que tus errores me formaron y me hicieron fuerte. Las carencias no me hicieron daño, pues con ellas aspiré a ser mejor. Superé expectativas y tus palabras vacías y hoy me ves convertido en un ser de honor. Espero tu regreso aquí en el mismo lugar. Un nuevo comienzo, una nueva oportunidad. Si buscas odio solo fallarás, no encontrarás, no encontrarás eso en mi. Lástima es lo único que siento y el dolor ya desapareció. Lágrimas de alegría ahora tengo, porque en mi solo encontrarás perdón, encontrarás perdón, encontrarás perdón.
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Estos son los meses que nunca olvidaré, pues ellos han cambiado mi forma de entender. Como comienza y termina la vida de un ser que atreve a separarse del camino para no caer. Los estandartes caídos en septiembre. Las voces calladas en octubre. Las mentiras creídas en noviembre y como se envisten con honores en diciembre. Celebramos nuestros fracasos, despreciando logros con nuestros actos. Se vuelve fácil solo cruzar los brazos, esperar movimientos mientras estamos sentados. Años transcurridos, tus pasos he seguido. Sólo por alcanzar tus objetivos. Nuestros conocimientos quedaran esparcidos, intentando dar a nuestra vida sentido. Hay que escribir una nueva historia, en la que seamos parte del amanecer. Sin descansar hasta tener la gloria de la tierra que nos vio crecer. Nunca olvidaré, al hacerlo los mato otra vez. Nunca olvidaré, mis ideas aún siguen en pie. Nunca olvidaré (x4).
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A veces siento que el ciclo aún no termina, cuando se interrumpe y comienza otra vez (x2). Tomé, tomo y tomaré el primer paso, los trescientos sesenta y cinco días del año. Mi barco sin hundirse sigue navegando y mi madre es la única mujer que guía mis pasos. Mi realidad no cambia al igual que mí alrededor. Al igual que las personas que no son del montón. Las palabras respaldadas con acciones nunca pierden su valor, sin importar las veces que sean dichas o el motivo que guíe su razón. Si me oyes reciclando palabras es porque creo en lo que digo, en lo que pienso, en lo que siento, en mi forma de expresión. Hasta nuevo aviso me despido, rimando versos de nuestros logros en esta canción.
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Like the smell of the ground when the rain starts. We live days of struggle and nights of peace, ‘cause when the sun comes down our music speaks. No other place that I rather be, than with those who share the same passion as me. Tijuana Hardcore we believe, Tijuana Hardcore we believe. Si en alguien creo, es en ti. "From Tijuana, Mexico we are Days Of Struggle".

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Christopher Ríos - Vocals
Jaime Lynn - Guitar
Gustavo Llorenz - Bass
David Alvarado - Guitar
Hugo Romero - Drums

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released October 14, 2011

Recorded, mixed and mastered by Arturo León in Chula Vista, CA. December 2010 - January 2011.
Music by Days Of Struggle. Lyrics by Christopher Ríos.
Artwork by Jemille Ordorica.

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Tijuana Hardcore. Est. 2008.

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