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ashes to ashes
04:58
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ashes to ashes
sometimes it´s like
the taming of the shrew
sometimes like
sippin bitter brew
when we get wounded
by a dram then
a ton of love gets
reduced down to a gram
a tremendous fear of loss
feels like
a ministry would say:
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
sometimes you set a blaze
in candyland
watchin the flames
waitin for the bitter end
who unlocked
these black souvenirs
in this jar?
it wasn´t me babe and
so i´ll better go now
when you go too far
a tremendous fear of loss
feels like
a ministry would say:
ashes to ashes
dust to dust
a tremendous feel of love
seems not enough
to protect us from
these fuckin ups
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2. |
lovers, not fighters
04:09
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lovers, not fighters
you stole my heart
you always steal
my lighters
i think we´re
better lovers
than we are fighters
so:
choose your weapons
anyway we´ll
fail at last
the way we fight´s
so stranded
it almost makes
me laugh
get us some drinks
i´ll pay attention
talk with
hands and feet and
i´ll search for something
smart to mention
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3. |
skeleton heart
04:55
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skeleton heart
so, life in general:
it´s a bitch
and love
could be such a bad motherfucker
when we take place
to have a look at it
frequently just its and buts
wounds and cuts
so we should fuck and drink
and laugh and sing
until the end of everything
before we sink
dwell in my arms
where your villains won´t harm you
darling, these shallows
we will walk through
don´t let me get
a skeleton heart
love could be hard
but we should never get parted
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journal about the pending days
feel you so close
foremost when
you´re not here
it´s like to
love a ghost
with your smell
left in our sheets
just like a souvenir
it´s getting nuts
„you make me nuts too!“
but you can always
crush my threshold
and i will still get
stuck on you
it´s so damn lonesome
(without)
could be so lovesome
come back and let us kiss
once more
under the
infinite big dipper
can´t cope with this
please give me just a flicker
of hope
though it´s like you said:
kids and drunkards
always tell the truth
don´t mind that
all your best friends
got dicks
don´t mind that
this brown liquor shit
always powers on
your evil switch
my face gets bearish when
time´s are gettin rough
„by the power of grayskull!“
please, let me stand more tough!
call it fortune
call it doom
it seems like
you just always cut my trunk
when my love for you
is in full bloom
my heart beats out of time
my whole life gets out of tune
i´ll go down to the river
to drown my sorrows and for some barkin at the moon
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5. |
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coffee, cigarettes + fair-trade heroin
bare-foot
with your glasses on
bed-warm skin, weird hair
we´re still much
too tired to talk
maybe we should hum a song
to coffee + cigarettes
a winners breakfast
that tastes the best
darling, i´ve got to go (now)
doin good in
the freakshow
late at night
you come home drunk
your tongue´s still busy
you sing a song
bout fair-trade heroin
i guess
it´s a bit too loud one
nothing on
it suits us best
watery skin
we gasp for breath
the best drug
about to gain is
shootin love
into our veins
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6. |
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charles, john, bob, brad, george, paul
i´m the first to go
you´ll be the last to leave
you´ll keep stayin there, drinkin
while i long for sleep
you dance cross the room
while i only jig tippy-toes
and someone is yellin
„go, go, go!“
i´ve got a numb tongue
you´ve got a fast mouth
i just swallow the words
you are spittin out loud
after gallons of beer
i can get
no drunken head
while the rest of me´s gettin drunk instead
but i can
drink like charles
dance like john
rhyme like bob
givin birth to
a million great songs
look cute like brad
or george or paul
the mirror´s my witness
i can take the best out
of them all
when i´m alone
with me
the music´s too loud
some kinda 80ties pop shit
and i think we look pretty much cooler
than all those kids
everyone bangs his head
and everyone laughs
you, me,
the loners, the losers
the punkrock-dwarfs
a last cigarette
a last liquor-shot
a last kiss
goodbye my darling,
please wake me up
when you come home late
to give me new dutch names
and to call me your
forever-man
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7. |
atombomb
02:34
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atombomb
cake+caffeine
for breakfast
lots of love
for lunch
bring in the
afternoon movies
and cigarettes
a whole bunch
we´re like the kitten
in turn
we´re gettin
idle or mad
it´s saturday
and we´ve sworn
we won´t step out off
this bed
kiss me batty
make me calm
i´m your only
you´re my one
burn my circuit
make me calm
you´re my only
i´m your one
our perfect day
needs at least
3 deadly sins
shit, i´ll have to get
dressed finally
when the pizza boy rings
they could
start a war
or ignite
the atombomb outside
i´m sure
we wouldn´t recognize
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8. |
exit poll
03:21
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exit poll
books?
i´ve read a few
songs?
wrote maybe 3 or 2
your daily business?
longin for her to come home
drinks?
less than more
your love?
stronger than before
the sky?
grey, kinda dead
your eyes?
guess, they´re sometimes wet
your friends?
are depressed, too
your plans?
got none new
the world?
is insane
i´ve seen it on the telly!
in this state?
about 90 days
your soul?
use your x-rays!
the trees?
wait to bloom
and you?
well, sure,
i will get well soon
got pets?
2 curios cats
take drugs?
sometimes, but not a lot
got pains?
yes, my back aches
like the saviors one
your bed?
a big black starship
your dreamgirl?
she already sleeps in it
your ex?
hm... i hate her, but i hope
she´s doin´fine
got kids?
a pubescent son
want more?
definitely no!
a concluding note?
dad, you´ve been a prick
but in spite of everything
i miss you
and i´m sure
you miss me too
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9. |
lukewarm
08:45
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lukewarm
so long
fishing for
compliments
lukewarm
all the things
been said
now
words like teeth
bite the hands
you need
you´re a sinkin ship
in an ocean of
relationshit
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