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Així és com anomenem el muntatge 5, si bé el nom sencer és "Hombre & CO." I vol ser el viatge per l'existència de l'home des de l'inici fins la destrucció. Segons la dedicatòria es pot llegir "....gràcies a les nostres famílies per ser on son i a tots els nostres seguidors per no saber on son..."

PEP Veu, guitarra i bateria
JOAN Guitarra, baix i veu
XAVIER Veu, baix i precussió
ANTONI Baix i percussió
CARLES JUSTE "BEETOHOVEN" Flauta i violí
TONI ABAD Teclats, guitarra i veu
ROBERT REÑÉ "MORGAN" Baix i percussió

Contingut
1 - Message
2 - Contacte
3 - Wounded By My Imagination Hooks
4 - The Big Blue Sea
5 - Spittin' Tuberculous Ink Spittles
6 - Ocasla
7 - Epilog

And the sun rose again
But his rays did not gleam what they used to
On the surface of the earth
A figure appeared
Mostly different from the already beings

He knew his lads were not bound to help him
To reach joy and glory
He soon took it apart from his way
For it was a wall
Between the most charmful woman
And the most fertile soil
Stone was not his home roof anymore
But stuff for an axe

And probably will come a day
That stone will be smoke, iron, fusion, electrons
And destruction's gonna start
Up the mind
Down to the feet

Sun up
It rose again
His hot rays they did not gleam
As they had been shinin' on
Not so long not so long ago

I wouldn't like to be inside your bones
And be the lover of the saxophone's
She told me things too evil to repeat
But i don't mind if i don't really fit
But it's alright

Please do touch it with your hands
The wet blue sea is wonderful and why?

Please do feel it with your body
The cold blue sea is wonderful and why?

Because the big blue sea has life and freedom
And also has reflexes of light and colour
Where is the sky?
Where is the sun?
And you?

Please do look at it with your eyes
The big blue sea is wonderful and why?

Please do hear it in our night
The deep blue sea is wonderful and why?

The man who writes on the book of history
Is sitting in front of his desk
With a pencil on his ear
As he looks at the animal
That rules his fuckin' life

Gets up and spits tuberculous in spittles
At the weird beast's blushy cheeks
While the cover of the piano remains closed

Man who writes
Close your eyes

Round a tree they did stand
Lookin' at the flowers
They were discussin' a dream

But the dream came to an end with tenderness
But the dream came to an end with happiness

But the light is goin' down
The end is near
I don't know why