1. |
Mind Eye
04:48
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Down the shivering road
There is a house
A shadow is waving
Without a sound
And I know for a fact
That the yews are not insensitive
They flicker so bad
No sound
Wild boars are quiet
Venus is out
And there’s really nothing more
A sparkle of glass
Catcher in the rye
That was born in my mind eye
All the loners began to see the light
Seeking for some warmth
They’re in their right
All the thinkers wait and see
They get high, boasting about
They’re in, they’re out
No sound
Wild boars are quiet
Venus is out
And there’s really nothing more
A sparkle of glass
Catcher in the rye
That was born in my mind eye
Wait for me darling
If you want we can make a break on the clouds
Over your right
There’s no rushing
We can stay
As long as you can dream
You are in your right
No sound
Wild boars are quiet
Venus is out
And there’s really nothing more
A sparkle of glass
Catcher in the rye
That was born in my mind eye
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2. |
Tommy Sleepwalk
03:49
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Last night it took him by surprise
Didn’t have a chance to realize
Already standing outside staring at
His window beaten by the wind
There’s no doubt
Tommy Sleepwalk is back
And there’s blue paint on his shoe
A stray cat is laughing
When all of a sudden his body decides
That it’s time for a nap
Then Tommy Sleepwalk is out
God only knows how long
It’s gonna last
The walking nightmare’s on
As Tommy tries to destroy himself
Light up his brain and twenty cigarets
That he found
Another fruitful night
Still blue, he waits for a new
Shady veil to fall
In and out of his mind
For surely he knows to be the twisted one,
The weirdo, eerie side
of this narcoleptic sleepwalking lad
Still blue paint on my shoe,
A stray dog keeps barking
For I surely know to be the twisted one
And Tommy’s not alone
As we sleep and woke aside
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3. |
Transylvania Station
04:10
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Through the silence of the night
He flies high above the ground
Must be home before dawn
Just when the moon has gone
There’s no time to waste in life
When you’re already onto the other side
Doomed to his love for the sun
A shiny star that forever burns
But he came up with a solution
To admire his shakespearian love
Standing straight in the museum
Looking for paintings with …
… the dazzling orb and its sun rays
Now little vampire’s gonna be okay
He knows he won’t get hurt
And he can feel his body warming
Without a burn
He’s alright now
Every now and then
He unlocks the doors
And wanders about the corridors
Still-life hanging on the walls
Gorgeous nudes
But there’s one Dutch Master he adores
Who renders so well …
… the dazzling orb and its sun rays
Now little vampire’s gonna be okay
He knows he won’t get hurt
And he can feel his body warming
Without a burn
He’s alright now
With the dazzling orb and its sun rays
Now little vampire’s gonna be okay
He knows he won’t get hurt
And he can feel his body warming
Without a burn
He’s alright now
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4. |
Master Food Lover
01:59
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The more you taste
The less you hate
Love is a feeling food-related
Sharing a meal, the passion is real
When you can afford to
That’s the clue
Three times a day
It’s party-time on our mind
The belly dancing is launched
I give back to Caesar
His salad for you are
My master food lover
The sooner the better
A toast on the toaster
And we’re longing for a beautiful day
Sooner or later
A shrimp or a lobster
Let’s see what tomorrow has to say
Three times a day
It’s party-time on our mind
The belly dancing is launched
I give back to Caesar
His salad for you are
My master food lover
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5. |
Fatum
03:05
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The lightning spoke: she’s gonna be a shaman
Yet she didn’t want to, doesn’t have no clue
Now her people are waiting
She survived the lightning … strike
All those shamans wannabes
Wearing iron desperately
No, they can’t compete with her kind
If there’s a fate
That’s nothing she would crave for
The lightning spoke: she’s gonna be a shaman
At least she knows what she’s up to
Gone are the hazy daze
Of a life with no goals
All those shamans wannabes
Wearing iron desperately
No they can’t compete with her kind
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6. |
Intoxicated
03:53
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Wether it’s booze
Wether it’s weed
Or one of your too many screens
With a daily cure you inoculate your disease
What better self-medication could you possibly dream?
So how do you climb, while you’re down there?
And what’s left behind, while you’re down there?
It’s getting late
And you’re deaf to your eyes
They’re telling you that
They had their time
Body’s in trouble
And it always speaks
For himself
And more than you think
So how do you climb, when you’re down there?
And what’s left behind, while you’re down there?
You can say no
You can’t say no
So how do you climb, when you’re down there?
And what’s left behind, while you’re down there?
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7. |
If Language Is A Fraud
05:20
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Locked in a muted darkness
Forbidding face
Heart is like a clam
Can’t make a sound
Won’t unveil the inner self
Feels like I don’t care
From the tide to the moon
I can feel the astral attraction we pull
And I swear
Yes I swear darling
I’ll be there
No I won’t vanish in the air
And if silence kills then I’m on trial
Still I’m here
And I try
A German thinker once said
Heading north there’s a place
To talk beyond fate
And everyday of the week
I would sing it to you rather than speak
And I swear
Yes I swear darling
I’ll be there
No I won’t vanish in the air
And if silence kills then I’m on trial
Still I’m here
And I try
To be true
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8. |
Read Your Nietzsche
04:41
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Lips and eyelids
Crafted likewise
Look with your tastebuds
Savour deep inside your pupils
Now you can hear
Thus you can understand
Well have no fear
Everyone goes back to sand
There’s no such thing as an
Understanding
Beyond waiting down the underground
But puns aside
There’s a void in every life
No facts
No truths and no lies
It doesn’t mean that you should bend
Before your brain-blinkers
Some visions are
Both clever and bizarre
Making sense takes long
Good luck with this song
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And so they settled on the roundabouts
Next thing they were at your door
And yet you still parade
With a swaggering chest
Please
There’s blood and tears on your hands
Oh now you’ve got what you deserve
I know that your not the first one
But now is your time
To pay for those dreadful years
All the dead, all the unseen, all the fears
Hu-hurray you just won the prize
Of the man, of the male, of the mad
Yeah of the man, of the male, of the mad
You really don’t get it, do you?
I don’t think it’s too late,
I think you’re too far
Studied your classics now your classist
And that’s just the least of your crimes
Oh but that’s already your first crime
Oh you can talk about violence
As you spit on every face
You would like your war to be polite
You really don’t get it, do you?
I don’t think it’s too late,
I think you’re too far
Hu-hurray you just won the prize
Of the man, of the male, of the mad
Yeah of the man, of the male, of the mad
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10. |
Freedom Trees
02:50
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Poison ivy’s growing fast
A bad seed is starting to sprout
I am no gardener
But we must give it a try
Before it goes too wild
How can it be than I find it hard to go on ?
In this garden where clearly
All the stakes
Were made for me?
Don’t you dare, don’t you cry
Be a man or so they say
Enjoy your throne
They can’t see why we should change
There’s nothing wrong
‘Cause that’s the way things are done
You took pride ‘cause you spotted so well
The leaves of the rotten plants
You should watch out for your own sap
For it runs right through your veins
To assume that you’re a part of the problem
That’s yours to grab
Make no mistakes it won’t change fast
But the freedom trees must be watered now
Yeah the freedom trees must be watered now
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11. |
Joker Smile
04:15
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Fade in, fade out,
Who knows what’s gonna last
After playing so many cards
The Ace of Spades, the Queen of Hearts
Playing your games
Trump cards in each hand
A wizard wicked dance
A spinning fancy dress
There’s nothing bad
Should not be sad
Loaded are the dice
When you wanna shine that bright
Could have left me cold as ice
Then melted all at once
‘Cause I’ve seen, for one,
How stage lights make you blind
When you’re deaf to the sound
From the crafting of your crown
There’s nothing bad
Should not be sad
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Handy Curse France
HANDY CURSE is sam roux's folkish bazar and whoever joins this musical emporium.
I've been
joyfully playing with
· Nick Wheeldon & the Living Paintings
· Jach Ernest
· Bootchy Temple
· Jaromil Sabor
· 39th & the Nortons
· Casablanca
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