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Atlantic Back
04:22
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i'll fix us a drink go down to the shore
break into the paid beach timely at midnight
residual light it's easy to see
that three hours west the sun is still setting
right about now setting foot into a
creepy radio station for movies of zombies
oh it got blurry is it fog is it clouds
that surrounds me i hurry taking photos to swagger
saw a hole in the atlantic back
where local cows go to expire and it says DJ
catchy i thought it would be playing that eerie tune
catchy i thought it would be
playing that old song on the new horns for you
if illusion's the mother of art i wanna be artist
nature is droughty i'm walking barefoot on it's carcass
may troubly disguise fail to hide that you're just a goddess
it would be nice to know what they imbibe on the roof
palaeographical bliss and the sound of the parties
breeding my envy and hugging my feet in the ground
i might go ahead and perspire as much as i manage
revolting against any weather stopped making sense
how be ablazed if my blood is already cooking
the skin is so fine so fine i can see
the rose flesh shimmer right through it
catchy i thought it would be
playing that old song on the new horns for you
maybe my blood's boiling down
baby i'll keep you fevering
my nervous lips are a promise
to keep you in heat
OK
let's go on vacation come hop on my hunchback
as a prevision of safety i'll have you for lunch
it's perfect exactly 37° inside me
if every place grows bellicose you can still live inside me
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Foam Born (Dachkammer)
05:23
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let's full stop now see how we got up here
wait for a story to interfere
let's bulldoze around till they defy a ban on things
lather our teeth on piano strings gasping
lukewarm you promised i burned my foot in the bath
who'd ever mind the aftermath
o pale peel only the jokes grow never old
your wet hair catches a thunderbolt
shit time be my brother i wanna love you
and i wanna feed you with poison like family does
spook town be my brother i wanna love you
like carp loves the basin
language be my brother i wanna love you
i want to make your heart a drunk fuck
foam born be my brother i wanna love you
and i wanna foster my carelessness on your mammary/memory gland
let's hark back together i would never be late for that
never behindhand for that
let's slow down figure out how to talk to the homely face
i never mind the lonely days lasting
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Crooked Lust
06:43
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"i was born a ghost an apparition
filled with holes and contradiction
and i fear i'm the only one
so i wake early watch the leaves quake
see the first light braze the trees i
hide myself in a secret place
here i know my heart i know it's careless but
darling you seem like you're fearless and
maybe you're my perfect fix
my conscience is an avalanche
majestic bewildering and wholly careless
crooked lust
so i live with the tide i live in reverence and
know my days are endless endless
but darling you seem like you're anxious
my conscience is an avalanche
majestic bewildering and wholly careless
crooked lust"
– phil moore –
of the bowerbirds
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Easy On The Eye
03:18
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have your silver ready what
life is short no 1 buries his friends
no 1 kills the daddys what
don't get caught and the year starts again
where's your ship heading what
i've been bought but there's no money involved
have your slippers ready what
this is sport and the lesson is
it's a tawdry table what
your blood is my nightcap it relaxes me
plenty of creatures and you what
makes you king of the hill comely
are you so easy on the eye what
do my notes say killer cute foxy
rolling dictionaries what
i'm trying but i can't remember shit happening
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Baby Look
03:36
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baby look the queen has left
some food for us steaming on the patio
rome is like berlin ain't got no beach but its
best friends live bathing all along the northern coast
baby look the queen has left
berlin and all there is is smoky residue
i'm in great despair now put aside
the things you wear the song goes on and on and on and on
heavy bears the teenage tree the
baby skin that peaches me i'll come again
lonely floats a sunday square i'll
cook the team i'll drum the ball i saw you there
they came for porn the people in the
cinema but only get the waving drapes
clap you bastards clap this song needs guns
i saw my soul in hell she likes the way it's built
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Ling Ling
06:28
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Touchy Berlin, Germany
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