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Andromeda
04:07
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For a swim in the sea of daring
Ripples tickle my neck
The chains got loose, jumped from the rock
Wouldn‘t wait to be saved
But they said a single body like mine
Would end up moldering
On those sludgy shores
Such a little thing would perish and rot
And I memorized all of those old melodies
And I‘m shaking in endless sympathy
Every night
Andromeda
Tells me again and again
The same old tales
And upside-down Cassiopeia
Knows how it feels
To venture a guess
But still has no regrets
And I memorized all of those old melodies
And I‘m shaking in endless sympathy
Under the star-studded sky
Sometimes they cross my mind
The warranty, the cradle, the pans,
The certificate, the walls, the lawn,
But as I‘m floating now
In those splashy arms
I swell and I dissolve
And it pleases me
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Always hoping for happy endings
Then questions start sneaking up
The poet knows how it goes
In the evening the sun is leaving
Nothing new about this story
With the dawn she'll return in her old glory
Sometimes
Sometimes dreams
Sometimes dreams are such lonely spots
Always dreaming of perfection
But exposure slowly scrapes off your skin
Bleached teeth and sun-tanned cheeks
Late at night the smile is fading
Nothing new about this story
In the dawn everything will be restored
Sometimes
Sometimes dreams
Sometimes dreams are such lonely spots
And the streets all screamed
Washing down all the worries
Lining up, lining up,
Hurry up, hurry up now
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There is nothing to get here
Only fog and side alleys
Mountains of pigeons and shit filled lairs
The tentacles start lurching
Suckling on your synapses
Like old dukes on wartime stories
There is nothing to get here
Only mire and wastewater
Corroded thoughts drifting away
You still haven't given up
A weary mobster slinging his gun
In a no-nonsense manner
Fabricating the world
Underneath the world
There is nothing to get here
Only dust and dried saliva
Stomach ache, phantom limb
You just remember tiny strips
Technicolor painted scenes
This is where you’ve come to
It’s the soothing kindness of a ritual
It’s the well-known quiet of a hide-out
It’s the numbing warmth of your mother’s womb
It’s the numbing warmth of your mother’s womb!
Fabricating the world
Underneath the world
He was decayed vegetable left in the fridge
He was forgotten trash behind the cellar door
He was a throbbing heart
He was an oxidised can beside the bedside table
It was just too much to process
It was just too much to process
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Touch
The untouched
Will be touched
Will be touched
Bumpy roads
Run-down fronts
Gimme the rough
Makes me feel free
Spread and grow
Catch the glow
Random people
Standing in my frame
Scratch the map
Scratch the map!
Touch
The untouched
Will be touched
Will be touched
Pure identities
Unspoilt imagery
Take me where
I can be real
So we built the stands
To watch the wild
Just found holograms
Of what we left home
Scratch the map
Scratch the map!
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They told me there‘s a rotten part inside my flesh
They need to cut it out, so I could keep on breathing
So they excised it and threw it away
With old kidneys into rivers to flourish near the fish
And I‘m wondering now
If this is how I feel
I‘m wondering now,
If this is how I should feel
They gave me all kinds of potions to make sure
My blood would keep on rushing
But now there‘s a war going on in my veins
Sometimes I hear the sounds of exploding grenades
And I‘m wondering now
If this is how I feel
I‘m wondering now,
If this is how I should feel
Now I gaze at the wall, enumerate my fears
But they seem oddly strange to me
Once someone told me about the collapsing atmosphere
And I did wonder how this would feel like
And I‘m wondering now
If this is how I feel
I‘m wondering now,
If this is how I should feel
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It was yesterday
It was hard I mean you can not even imagine
It was: cable tangle
It was: paper maze
But I’m over it now
And I’m over it now
I am over it now
I am over it now!
So glad to be done with
It was a mess
It was a mess
I mean: the stacks of papers they just kept piling up
And I kept shrinking
And I kept shrinking
I was goo, oozing down the walls
But I am over it now
And I am over it now
And I am over it now
And I am over it now!
So glad to be done with
All the clutter
All this clutter
I told you: “I am not suited for this”
You should know: “I am not suited for it”
But look, I cleaned it up!
And didn’t I tell you that I drink a lot less these days?
And I’m over it now
And I’m over it now
And I’m over it now
I am over it now!
So glad to be done with
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On the sill the flower‘s made of silk
Haughtily mocking the sinking flakes
Behind the pane the mountains rest
Ready to be captured by a lense
In the evening glances are thrown
Waiters serve desserts for lonely lips
While the one man show softly sings
Que sera (sera) – whatever will be
I can smell, I can smell
Paradise is someplace else
And I think i‘m gonna take myself
Away from here
We celebrate the sun
While bodies pretend to be alright
But secretly pleasure is found
Solitary in tiny rest rooms
Trying to articulate and to
Unfold the air in between us
But while you’re so close I’m lost
Somewhere in the distance
I can smell, I can smell
Paradise is someplace else
And I think i‘m gonna take myself
Away from here
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Laura
05:39
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Oh, sugar
I will throw my body into your arms
Oh, sugar
To merge until we decompose
Please, don‘t call me tonight
Because tomorrow is on its way
Please, call me tonight
And I‘ll be your foolish lover
Oh sugar
My head is sticking to the ground
I need more and more and more
Until I'm nothing
Please, don‘t call me tonight
Because tomorrow is on its way
Please, call me tonight
And I‘ll be your foolish lover
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willibald Bern, Switzerland
willibald's sound is a maelstrom of riot and love. You fall infinitely into the dark just to discover cheerful colour on the bottom of the well. Again and again. A whirl where you encounter infectious groove mixed with nervous noise. Sometimes it's directly lifted from the horrors of life, sometimes soothing and warm. Until the next noise erupts. ... more
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