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Northbound lane
04:19
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Wake up, dress, sit smelling my bitter coffee
then start burning petrol from our driveway
our bare magnolia almost seems to collapse
as dirty snow piles flatten under my shoes.
Now village lights slowly begin to go out
old hunters drive fast toward their mountain wild
who's gonna run faster, who's gonna survive
who's gonna be first to run away.
Mother don't cry for that
let go my chilly hands
mother don't be afraid
sun shines warm on the northbound lane.
Magnolia still flowers, ice may have melt
though blooms might look paler than they did back then
the poet passed away as the man has survived
yet didn't even take a photograph.
I am coming back but still your young son died
years ago at the end of the northbound lane
I am coming back yet my young dreams still remain
under that dreamt yellow sun of the northbound lane.
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Grayscale folklore
04:13
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Staying home on my fireplace
hot sparks alight on my face
roam alone out of their rat race
feel the lands get burnt in flames
I hear the noise of frightening guns
here I stand up stretch my bones
in the rumble of flying stones
fit a smile conceal my wounds.
People dance in their mad bliss
people say I should love this
people wonder if I ever miss
the febrile spell of her deceitful kiss
while my skin starts to decay
runnin' straight while going astray
children cry, women pray
world's a cloud of ashes and gray.
On this dancefloor
we prayed and swore
we fancied of a crimeless war.
Now our bodies start to decay
we walk through fire before dustin' away
children still cry, women still pray
life's a cloud of ashes and gray.
On our dancefloor
we prayed and swore
we settled for a grayscale folklore
What's all built for?
What's all drawn for?
What's all stained for?
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3. |
Acts of absolute love
04:31
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There was a sun where he stared alone
like the old king who just fears to be dethroned
there were no paths he could drive away
and there were some scars he did need to overlay.
There was no place where to be safe around
just pale sun rays falling to the ground
no holy hills to kneel down above
so that he found it was all about love.
There was a moon to which they swore their love
as if they just guessed they could really never grow
there was a truth they refused to conceive
and there were some lies they pretended to believe.
There was no God, no holidays
no wedding, faith, nor hope
but still there was room to live on
as it was just an act of love.
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4. |
Hell within
04:20
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Watch your steps, watch your back
quit following the amber line
mind the gap and learn your prayers by heart
they gonna take care of your life
watch your steps, watch your back and
never love the mess you're in.
She was like «Just never hunt for me in this life again»
but how do you forget the one who broke your heart
as you're waiting for her again right now.
In your nose, on your knees again
keep worshipping your sacred line
so look down that nose, look out for number one
and set fire to what you can't hide
let your chest bite the dust
asphyxiate the hell within.
She was like «Just never yell at me in this world again»
but can you ignore the one who locked your eyes
as you're dreaming of her that way right now.
(Forgetfulness is bliss
unconcern is love
once hell was paradise
but now it's time to face this
your cheap death from above
your hell within
the hell within).
She was like «Just never look up to this sky again»
just try to forget the sun that lit your day
as you're lowering the blinds again right now.
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The curse of the whale
04:13
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The city keeps me aglow
defends me from the claws
of hush and bore
drags my being straying on the loud concrete and asphalt
concedes a small shaky light to make all seem to shine
just like the will o' the wisp.
The whale swims in its lake
its chant makes all shake
like a seaquake
there meets sirens charming and lulling from depth
cursed to run out every now and then to look for a breath
just tens of feet above there.
There is a place out there where I don't wanna live
and there's a place nearby where I just can't live at all.
The mountain holds my wrists
defends me from mists
and from time twists
drawing fast on this never stopping train toward the end
concedes a small sleepy gloom to make all seem just wise
as far as things ever can.
The whale's flying in the air
just sneezing a flare
of need and scare
for it actually is a misfit fish swimming out of its pool
forced to confess what its seaquakes and sirens just were
nothing but folds in the waves.
Nothing but folds in the waves.
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Zihuatanejo
03:22
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(get busy living, or get busy dying)
Hell's just a place nearby
made out of your crap inside
bounded by walls of stone
nowhere to get your crimes atoned.
Music is a dangerous thing, yeah man
hope can drive a healthy man insane.
Don't dare to hear
don't dare to dance or sing.
But wait, there are places unknown
that aren't made out of stone
and yes, there's still something inside
they can't get to, they can't confine.
There's a warm place with no memory, somewhere
that's where I'll take my ass before the end.
Now I don't wanna hurt
now I wanna dance
now I wanna sing myself to death.
For I'm sure hope's a good thing
yeah, perhaps the best of all things
and no good thing is ever gonna die
never die.
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I grew up in this cold square
hid my cigarettes among these walls
when their cost was half as much
carved in bricks a hundred women's names
memory keeps just few of them
the ones I kissed
perhaps not even that
'cause none of them ever asked where I was headed
digging for happiness
oh, never mind.
And I grew up on a cold peak
notched my secrets into the stone
carved in ice a hundred naive snowmen
memory sees them melt away
frightened to death
by nonexistence and neglect
and none of them will ever wonder if I was happy
or if I'll ever be
oh, never mind.
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8. |
Anchors & ballasts
05:42
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Crashing down the last bottle
roaming to bum the last smoke
trying to breath or trying to choke
trying not to forget where time does go
where will our dreams end up today
hey, whatever happens you'll find me there
hasta la vista, a la revolución
oh sure I love you too, my dear.
Polishing well my old knives
snatching my studded black vest
trying to mask or trying to strip
trying to revive what I have been
where did our dreams end up to say
hey, whatever happens I'll set you free
live fast die young though punk's not dead
oh then we gonna fuck shit up.
Shedding tears onto old pics
laughing aloud at present jokes
trying to sink or trying to float
trying to understand where all this goes
where will our lives end up today
hey, whatever happens we'll learn from pain
the people united won't be defeated
so why the fuck did all leave him behind.
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kleinGOTT Marsicovetere, Italy
Deathbed tunes for little gods and other monsters – from Southern Italy
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