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First
01:43
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2. |
Why Worry?
04:05
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Forever and for the glory
The running tricks
I did for kicks
Are getting a bit less entertaining
Now's a good time for complaining
Now I'm getting bored
Seek for a bend
That would be suitable
That would be classy, would be a cool
Conversation subject
Would bring me pride and respect
Would be a gorgeous death.
How long will I sway
Among skins and feathers
When I try to sink in the sand who'll kick me in
Like a brave, she
Didn't even think of this thing.
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4. |
Fixations
02:51
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Love ; well I mean,
Fixations
Are such impressions of a man on himself
Masochistic pleasures
Mines are aggressions to me
And my hand
Float
In a sea of good things
That my mind receives, doesn't record, and(then) forgets
Life running sideward, like a crab that couldn't even swim
And clawless
Free not to do what I want
Free up your mind like a cow in its field
Free not to do what I want
Free up your mind like a cow in its field
The ocean is wide but I can't swim
The ocean is wide but I can't
Float
In a sea of
Fixations
That are such pressures of a man on himself
Life running sideward between heaven and aware self-comments
Her friend is a friend and I have too much friends at this moment
And bullets
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5. |
Bedroom Boogie
02:19
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6. |
Jet House Gore
03:41
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I won't teach you to break your way
I won't tell how to swing their minds around
And I won't kill all the pelves that stands by your back
But if you wanted it...
But my almighty flame, it's so quick
Brandy/Brody it's all the same here
Now you're wearing a shell that's this hard that it hurts
Your trembling flesh, that dirt
It is probably a sinking thrill
Trying to dress as an invitation
And I beg that I will run away, girly manner
Til heaven will have healed your ache
You were pure like a holy and stood and gathered
Do we know how the disease became a matter ?
It's not something that you should have known in your tower
Your heaven gives to me what he's lost, and
And heaven's gonna heal your ache
Hang on to something even if you
Don't want to hang on
Til heaven will have crossed your head.
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7. |
The Lost Tapes
04:30
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Well I heard enough new waves
My head's about to drift
And it's terribly confusing
When your ear has to lift
Well it hurts me to wander
Well it hurts me to wander, baby now
It hurts me to wander
This unknown on the windscreen
That everytime he felt the lights about to change but
Well every now and then the lights indeed changed
But soon those candles are blown out
(inaudible)
Well he showed, to us, the trailers of facts but he
Has lost behind all the tapes
So I won't keep living too long
In the arms of his face
Well it hurts me to wander
Well it hurts me to wander, baby now
It hurts me to wander
This unknown on the windscreen
That everytime he felt the lights about to change but
Well every now and then the lights indeed changed
But soon those candles in silence, like they're bound to this fate
The candles they're blown out and they leave their last
Pieces of hot wax
In my hands where they freeze
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B. 11
00:51
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Won't fail
Won't fail here
Won't fail here and oversleep once more
Could stay here
Mind you I could stay here
Mind you I could stay here for a week or more
With anybody
Without anybody
Without anybody get worried and come
This is
The truth man
The truth and there's nothing exceptionnal
Be brave
Get up man
Be strong and take your legs in hand
Said it's getting better
I said it's getting better
I said it's getting better (inaudible)
(inaudible)
Wonder
It's wonderful
It's wonderful how we can shoot our lives in flames
Easy
It's easiest
It's the easiest way to give up without hurts
Won't fail
This time I won't fail
This time I won't fail here and overreach myself
Won't keep
Won't keep on
Won't keep on struggling in vain
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10. |
Peace Oh My Lips
02:43
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11. |
B. 4
00:25
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12. |
Charlotte aux fraises
01:25
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13. |
Readymade
03:50
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My copperhead,
Come and sit here beside me
I know you can
You've been ashamed, bad sinner,
But now, you are free.
My readymade, predictable unique
I caught your hand
You needed a chief
And I wanted someone to trust me.
Naivety is a quality for me
You know and profit
And submission a present quite cheap
But not free
My balls ain't too small
To wait for you to stand up
And spread your wings, and fall
Things are not as pretty as you've been read before
My golly
You'll forgive my behaviour cause your shame is so pure
I know you a better way than you think
And every thought you think here, I thought it before you
I know you a better way than you do
Cool coldy flame
You beggar of anything
You bent, now, you give.
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14. |
Bedroom Jam
02:21
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15. |
B. 2
00:52
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16. |
B. 8
00:11
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17. |
Cymbaline
03:19
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The path you tread is narrow
And the drop is sheer and very high
The ravens all are watching
From a vantage point nearby
Apprehension creeping
Like a tube train up your spine
Will the tightrope reach the end
Will the final cuplet rhyme
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
A butterfly with broken wings
Is falling by your side
The ravens all are closing in
There's nowhere you can hide
Your manager and agent
Are both busy on the phone
Selling colored photographs
To magazines back home
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
The lines converging where you stand
They must have moved the picture plain
The leaves are heavy round your feet
You hear the thunder of the train
Suddenly it strikes you
That they're moving into range
And Doctor Strange is always changing size
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
And it's high time Cymbaline
It's high time Cymbaline
Please wake me
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Fairy Tales In Yoghourt Nantes, France
Songs & Things, Nantes, France.
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