1. |
My Last Exit
04:17
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I know you've always lied when you said you loved me
I tried to deny it like it's all above me
You brilliantly brood, solemn as a noon-day cat
All logical conclusions? well, so I conclude that is that
I'm diving to the oceans floor
I'm diving.I can't breathe anymore
You dyed your hair a strange colour
Black or white I can't remember
You hung up the Christmas lights in July
You said it's the new December
Stuck your fingers in the butter
As I mumbled like Marlon Brando
Wore your mothers angry hat as you sung
Can you see the lights Fernando
Diving to the Earths core
Diving.
I can't hold my breath anymore
This has nothing to do with me...love..love
I have a nervous breakdown every thirty-five days
When your darkest moods reach full moon phase
I stand erect, I salute your unfurled flag
This is my last exit and you help me pack my bag
I'm diving to the Earths core
I'm diving.I can't breathe anymore.
This has nothing to do with me.
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2. |
Stockholm 2
02:45
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Now you're feeling lonely
Icy tundra Scandinavia
Decisions made were only
Conclusions of your inertia
When the sky falls
It falls hard on your head
Home alone in Stockholm
Hits home like a hand
Grabbing from the grave
Sobers the self
How futile it feels
When the sky falls
It falls hard on your head
Home alone in Stockholm
So arise young champion
Oh gallant knave
Home alone in Stockholm
And when us strangers call
You'll be someone else instead
And when the sky falls
It falls hard on your head.
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3. |
SuperCop
03:29
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WHO GONNA STOP SUPERCOP !
HE'S BIG AS A BLOCK SUPERCOP !
TOUGH AS A ROCK SUPERCOP!
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4. |
Vikings of Liverpool
03:54
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The vikings of Liverpool , too rye yea
Chew off your ears and gouge out your eyes.
The vikings of Liverpool ,too rye yea
Ruin all your women with cocaine and lies.
There'll be a heart attack aplenty
A lead poison death ala Carrivaggio
When the laughter stops
where will you go.
The high kings of Sevastopol , too rye yea
Wither in the gulag slowly losing their mind
The high kings of Sevastopol , too rye yea
Such creamy yellow voices James Masons velvet whine.
The vikings of Liverpool ,too rye yea
See the fraudsters with their fakery all too clear
The vikings of Liverpool , too rye yea
Worship a god of destruction with nothing to fear.
There'll be a heart attack aplenty
A lead poison death ala Carrivaggio
When the dust settles
Where can you go.
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5. |
Unforgiven
03:38
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Could this be our last chance
Or have we had our last dance
Knee deep fighting back the waves
Sucking bones by our fire in our cave
I cant understand this animosity
One more strand of your undisguised hostility
When I come home
Say hello to the furniture
You're long gone
But I feel you everywhere
You hurt me I will forgive you
I hurt you am I forgiven?
Now I'm on the ropes
You're on the ground
Its a knockout punch
But the bell don't sound .
Am I forgiven?
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6. |
Big Brother
03:36
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Instantfamewasguaranteedhisteamofadvisorsallagreed
Onahillsidefairlynondescripthisdignityrobbedandhiswingswereclipped
Climbedintoheavenwithamuleonhisbacklefthisfanswithnocitytosack
Abriefcameonowandthenalwayshasthebackcatalogtofallupon
Innocentprostitutetwelveyearsoldscreamsforherrighttobesold
Lureofgoldledhertobabylonandthebigbadwolfsheranawayfrom
Lostinmetropoliswithastreptecocculiscunt
Hi, My name is Dennis
How can I be of service
May I clean the shit off your shoe
For a minimum wage and a life like you
Soldhissisterforanominalfeewalkedtwentyfivemilestothesocalledcity
Paidinfullindirtymoneyforthelethaltriptothelandofthefree
Arrowsindicatedtimeforbigsleepwhentheserpentstongueprobedsodeep
Happyworkforceinrecessionaryclimesoptimisticthroughhistroubledtimes
Finallymadeittotheearthscorefoundadollhousewithanotepinnedtothedoor
Whatdoesitsayweheardyouwerecomingsowewentaway
Hi, My name is Clarice
How can I be of service
May I give some pleasure to you
For a few paltry coins and a life like you
Starsburntoutonebyonethemilkywaythatmacnificentsun
Fromthatdayforwardeverythingwasblackconfusedmassesaskedwhensitcomingback?HolyrollerssaidItoldyousoscientistssaidwegottogo
Cosmicforceslippedintoreverseandpitcheditstentinthenextuniverse
Sunswitchedonasthelastonecroakedstuckupfoolscanttakeajoke
Hi, My name is Dennis
How can I be of service
May I clean the shit off your shoe
For a minimum wage and a life like you
Hi, My name is Clarice
How can I be of service
May I give some guilty pleasue to you
For a few paltry coins and a life like you
Now she dances nude without a wisp to spoil the view
They broke into tears when they realised it ended their careers.
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7. |
My Drinking Years
07:17
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There was rust in my gullet
Fractured faculties at home
Had a neck of dried vomit
And a crotch wet to the bone
Have no pity for me
Just raise a glass say cheers
I waded muddy water
Throughout my drinking years
Tried to salvage the wreckage
Through cold sobers refrain
I fell off that wagon
Onto a runaway train
All bar stools were made
For the falling off of
Many mattresses yellow stained
Broken brimmed hats clumsily doffed
There's a desert now
Where once flowed rivers of beer
A gluttonous goldfish
Throughout my drinking years
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8. |
Afternoons
04:45
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I try to write songs every afternoon
Songs of love with familiar tunes
I try to right wrongs in the afternoon
Brick by brick til I'm completely consumed
But a kiss from your lips and I trip into a trance
A dance that makes me want to fly
To the moon or Mars a place I can meditate on you
For hours and hours, hours and hours
And days and days
When you're not here
I want to curl up and die.
I recite psalms every afternoon
Gods golden rays shine upon my ruins
But a touch of your skin and I'm within a hairs breadth
Of sailing off to tranquil seas
I arrive desert isle just for a while
Or hours and hours,hours and hours
Days and days
When you're not there
I want to curl up and die.
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9. |
Distance
02:42
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I can't sleep
Can't stay awake
I'm eyeball to eyeball
With a genuine fake
Last ride home
I slow to a crawl
See her drawn face
An eyeless doll
It's quite a stroll from here to the moon
It's nothing compared to the distance
Between me and you
I hear your voice
It makes me shudder
Dark thoughts
Like when Cain killed his brother
I can't speak
Can't think straight
She wants an answer
She'll have to wait
It's a mighty swim over Pacific blue
It's nothing compared to the distance
Between me and you
Ice it forms
You're getting close
I feel your bad aura
With my sensitive nose
How far can you go
Not far enough
To the precipice
I'll give you a shove
All the people in China would make a long queue
It's nothing compared to the distance
Between me and you
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10. |
Butterfly
04:37
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Ribbons and bows
Purple painted toes
Scattered flattery
Blue eyelids
Hey look where I hid
You can't find me
Wrapped in her skirts of satin and silk
Her skin is as white as her mothers milk
It's her third time being human
Halo and wings
Necklace, diamond rings
The queen approaches
Silver trumpets sound
See white rabbits bound
On her ornamental broaches
Wrapped in a coat of sheep-skin and wool
A world without her would be definitively dull
It's her third time being human.
My brain is wet
My throat so dry
I crawl the walls
How I want to die
Please God sweet brandy
How it makes me cry
Oh fly away.....pretty butterfly.
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11. |
Blue Skies
03:05
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What's in a memory
You cannot recall
Is it all purely sensory
Tiny tears in a waterfall
Here they come it's those blue skies
Here comes the sun
Sang George Harrison...
and those blue skies
Visibly shrink before our eyes
We saw you crumble
Seen you stumble
Through those long, long nights
Here they come it's those blue skies
Here comes the sun
Sang George Harrison....
and those blue skies
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