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Black Ostsee
04:54
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sine waves i’m riding on sine waves through
the valleys of the eastern shore through the black ways
of the eastern shore
baby get continental with me
a place where only slothrop might be able to relax
to drop the feckless jacket of the soul
and kiss until salival sound and lips
yanked by a salty wind make a song
not to funny not to celebrate it
not too much blood
not too many words nor many notes or none at all
just a song to blast a cheek
if the motion makes. you sick don't move
its a candy trap the gap i'm in
this aint the movies the walls ain't movin in
no it's worse they sing
sine waves i’m riding on sine waves through
the valleys of the eastern shore through the black ways
of the eastern shore
no i see it clearly as i doss
a beauty that i came across
the sea is never black at night
no i built my city hi and dry my baby comes out fossilized
i'm hidin in the weeds again at night
i imagine turnin water into ink that sea is never black enough no no to sink my young brain after all
i'm playin with my penis again
i’m plaing with my wang
i’m playing it hurts a little
and i’m tired
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Boat of Straw
04:13
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i’m not so sure it was a ghost i saw
shit i was tired and devil’s all upon my knees
nobody calls me wonderously still
what time is it on the hill
counting my gods and
putting my frauds in a row
get your shorts we roll
to the beach
to the beach come on
i’ll put these friends into a boat of straw
set it on fire and let it go into the sea
now that you’re out there burning
dead people dying again
to the beach
come on
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i ain’t here explaining any basic bloodwork
standing tissue-waving on the docks bye bye
skin on thinner skin on beds rotating
carefully flower covered fuck ups ly ly
shoes made for buttkicks blue blue
space is not an option here
who called it soul fail
now i know i’ve been
lushly speaking of a love
i black out i forget words
i might punch you while i’m sleeping
a true bitch i’m set to speak it sick and corny
let my wild boys shine in the boomers
dreams i don’t tell
they might make all the good people wonder
beams from your eyes
little i can tell
fool finger mouth yeah i’ve been
lushly speaking of a love
i black out i forget words
let my wild boys shine in the boomers
dreams i don’t tell
they might make all the good people wonder
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4. |
Say
02:52
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Bye
04:53
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welcome with what the master said
would you take off take off take off
i’ll keep an eye on you
oh i’ll watch you all the time
do you see me waving any flag or message
do you have any idea of how limited i am
wanna see me grinding on a shiny surface
having fun with all the cargo i have to desperately defend
oh i’ll watch you all the time
fuck the winter that is coming
my body is over the ocean
i have to speak in riddles to myself
i have to speak to you in hazy code
give the child a name
back off back off back off
if i’ll keep on you
oh i’ll watch you all the time
let me do something crazy
i’ll tell you who i am
say bye
goodbye
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Skip You
03:01
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what’s the story i will
paint my heart in pale foil flesh tones
making it perform just as neutral
as my hands can
judged by deed and only that
so you can mistake it for art
and forget my name
and forget forget my name just like that
next best morning i will execute a painfull take-off
whatever language makes you think
i just wanna skip you
what’s so wrong to ask for
a reasonable expectancy of life like thirty
they’ll forget forget my name just like that
i’m in love with all of you
come on chubby ass just last the year
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7. |
Marcin
03:57
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as long as i can blow in through this glass
to make those tiny waves of the sound
they are not the waves of new york
they are not the waves of the pole
they are so tiny
and i can be speeding
i can be calmly speeding
like a camera like a fabled head
like a whale like the mail
like a cloud of booze on the girl
is it her is she me
is it her is she me
i don’t know
gone short came high
as far as i am down to drown
in the quietest things
i see all the things in my room
i see all the things about town
i see they’re shiny
and i sleep among them
i sleep among and along them
like a baby like milk shoulder beachless king
like i’ve got no idea of what i rule
i behave like grave
you fooled me but
it’s worth the company
what shall i do with that
poorly lip-synched copy of you
dwarfed under the skies kick me may
you feel obliged to pick me i let flies
flick me away your strong hands trick
me and make me gay
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Wedding Band
02:32
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and if you ever need a wedding band
i’ll get my hat slip into my shoes
and tune all the strings of the balalaika
exactly like you told me
stand in front of their tree and
play every song i know
and if you ever need a wedding band
i will get some help from my jungle friends
the cymbally sound of the monkeys and me
my heart on the ground right next to me
stand in front of their tree and play
every song the monkeys know
and if you ever need a wedding band
i’ll scrap my power i’ll strum all my bells
the beats knit strongly leading the couples astray
guitars like a fool my voice won’t obey
standing chest-high in the hay
playing every song completely wrong
if that don’t work i’ll show my tits
smash the whole chateau to bits
if that don’t work i’ll show my tits again
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9. |
So Small
03:24
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so small my kingdom comes so small
i wave to all the little flags crowning the tents
my baby is my only guest my only visitor
don’t step on all the little warriors resting on the lawn
defending little land
i make them take the stairs
i make them kiss my face fifty times a day
so small kingdom stands your man
the wall we are surrounded with
throws arrows at the land
i’m kissing every virgin bride just
because i can
the carnivores were tempted by those
pictures of white flesh dropped on wooden windowsills
and no one heard it smash
no one heard the noise the breaking bones of toys
we’ll show the history books are slow
the flora we all answer to is not designed to grow
in case you plan on leaving me consider this a no
don’t wanna mess with the horns that blow
a celebrated yes honoring your bonelessness
we’re gonna have a queen
we’re gonna have a queen
we’re gonna have a queen
we’re gonna have a queen
we’re gonna have a queen
on the guillotine
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i just realized that my hair and my nails
keep growing when i’m dead
might take this head and call it a night on fire
yeah we will turn our lives into a work of art
sorry old man you can’t write a book/bible with this crap
what is this blue funk you hold
where aircrafts and ships departs
in all black sails they ring your knee
performing a surgery
you found us a lovely place
i’ll cave into hunger now
you got me in chains tonight
i fell on the hillside
knocked out on the journey home
disease lets us hibernate
your eyes are kaleidoscopes
i’m choosing the lightest boat
you got me in chains tonight
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cutting the wires clean
painting the walls with a sea view
the kids wearing horrible masks
you really want me to feed you
this is my holiday
am i jewel to you
refracting the daylight forever
cage me in cuttlebone
where are we sailing again?
this is my holiday
someone is coming i hear
i hope it’s not after me
you may hold my hand if you want to
channel the energy
no one gets hurt today
this is my holiday
come and lie down with me
we’re sharing a bodybag
how nasty and purple we grow
i want my body back please
happy hunting grounds
i hate what you’ve done with the place
i’m making you captain us
and nobody’s perfect except the captain
you want me to feed you
come and lie down with me
everyone gets hurt today
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12. |
High Volksbühne
03:20
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here this boy not ugly at all
pretty oh i really can’t say
it’s hard to make out
it’s a game out of glass
and i got one eye closed
but we walk we are friends
we can stand with an intimate tilt
a simple mind on fire
you’re free go on
the universe needs to shut up
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Touchy Berlin, Germany
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