1. |
Skull Mug
04:48
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I am getting older, pour years in my skull mug
I am getting ugly, poor mirror cracks
I am drinking better, getting more of it
I am wasting less, precious time
Get on board, a drunken lord
Get on board, a rested soul
To get on board, an outcast in love
To get on board, a better man - better man
Better man - Better man
I am getting older, loving every single bit of it
I am getting wiser, loving one girl
I am drinking better, getting more of it
Dizzy in the valley of death, well, I gaze the sun
I am getting older, my tears have a meaning
My bed has a pair, my breath smells no more
My night has no trolls, saving for my toll
To pay the boatman, to get on board, a better man
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2. |
Owls
04:04
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Lights blind me, when I am alone
I carry a bottle with me
Crows fly around my cross
Nesting on my balcony
Wise owls, teach me at school
They ‘re no more proud of me
Black preachers wizards of doom
Cast their voodoo on me
Beautiful lady, your eye for a kingdom
Though I am not a king
Beautiful lady, your heart for a kill
Though I am not a killer
A wasted soul, a loser I am
In a world of gold
A running dog, a bastard I am
In a cage of the finest breeds
Lights blind me, when I am alone
I carry a bottle with me
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3. |
Teapot
03:56
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Every time
the sun sets
it takes down
the lives of many
in a world that turns
Darker and darker
People fall, People die
On a mountain with a tiny Obol
In their hand
I have no regrets - I have a hammock
A teapot smelling of herbs
But I do not mind
This blackness
Those macabre
Scanty minutes
Into the haze
Of a fading sun
When the night takes away
The lead from the day
What bothers me
Is the knowledge
Of younglings
Having no fate
Under the sun
smelling the hope
Frozen noses
Outside the bakeries
People fall, People die
On a mountain with a tiny Obol
In their hand
I have no regrets - I have a hammock
A teapot smelling of herbs
But I'm not afraid
for some of them
shall straighten their backs
And follow the light
somewhere in the distance
of this endless black
Look over there!!!
There it glows bright
Somewhere in the distance
Of this endless black
Somewhere it shimmers
A magic teapot
A magic teapot
That keeps me
alive my lad
And I am not sad
People fall, People die
On a mountain with a tiny Obol
In their hand
I have no regrets - I have a hammock
A teapot smelling of herbs
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4. |
Yellow Lie
03:00
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Yellow lie lives on the hill
Slides down into your chest
Whispering in your ear things
Whispering in your ear things
I am the Yellow lie in your mind
I am the Yellow lie in your life
I am the Yellow lie in your sleep
You’re the Yellow lie when I am weak
Things blue, black, purple, red
That no one knows except yourself
Hidden secrets, unending words
Hidden secrets, unending words
I am the Yellow lie in your mind
I am the Yellow lie in your life
I am the Yellow lie in your sleep
You’re the Yellow lie when I am weak
A Yellow lie screams in your mind
Voices, echoes, sounds, details
That even past needs to forget
That even past needs to forget
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5. |
Murder
04:36
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White snow
I saw your nest
With empty and broken eggs inside
I saw your children
At the root of the tree
Surrounded by hungry jackals
I saw the coffin
I liked the wood
Even death has value
Don’t pay for me my love
When life ends
Mistakes commence
I fouled my hands
With murder
I saw me in my eyes, lonesome
I saw my remorse
Within my sepsis
The world emits a malodor
A macabre dizziness
A rampage
A society with an apple in its mouth
A society with an apple in its mouth
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6. |
Friday the 13th
04:30
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What a glorious day this is
Yawning for the marvelous glory night
The number 13 feels just right
And the dark alleys are thirsty
The lamp posts are sighing
They don’t give away their light
Not tonight not tonight
On the 13th this Friday
It’s time for shelter
For the tiny little people
Smells like perfume like clean people
On the 13th time for murder
Look for shelter
All you tiny little people
Sharpened guillotines are looking for prey
On the 13th this Friday
Spiders are feeling lucky
Looking like cracks on the wall
A well-crafted umbrella
To wash off the last drops of light
In the darkness they move
They taste true red
They see this life of horror
They see themselves in dirt in sorrow
On the 13th this Friday
I see through life
On the 13th this Friday
I see the horror
On the 13th this Friday
I am myself
On the 13th this Friday
I am dressed in dirt
On the 13th this Friday
I taste the sorrow
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7. |
Groovy Truck
03:48
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I am not going, I am not going
On the same road twice
I follow my dice
I dropped the bottle
The wasted nights
The funny lights
I turned them off
And I hit the road
With my groovy Truck
It's got no wheels
But it is still going…
It’s still going strong, it’s going strong
Until the sun, hits the dust
And it’s going strong, it’s going…
it’s going strong, yea!
Until the sun, hits the dust
Until the sun, sun, sun
Hits the dust, dust, dust.
On my Grooooovy Truck, it’s going strong…
I found me a treasure
A pirate map
In a Scottish Bar
I bought it from Jack
The crazy Ripper
The Corpses Keeper
The Grave Digger
A Map for a liver
And I hit the road
With my groovy Truck
It's got no wheels
But it is still going…
It’s still going strong, it’s going strong
Until the sun, hits the dust
And it’s going strong, it’s going…
it’s going strong, yea!
A pirate map, in a Scottish Bar
I bought it from Jack
It was not so far from my
Grooooovy Truck, it’s going strong…
Hit the road with my groovy Truck
It’s got no wheels
But it is still going strong
It’s going strong, it’s going strong
Until the sun, hits the dust
And it’s going strong, it’s going…
it’s going strong, it’s going strong
Until the sun hits the dust
The sun hits the dust
They gave me a digger
And a Map for a liver
In my Groooooovy Truck
It’s going strong…
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8. |
Go Bar B Go
01:54
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I’ve got for you a strawberry tree
Save your blue eyes for me
Let’s have together a chamomile tea
Go Bar B Go Bar B Read your amends
Go Bar B Go Bar B Burn like a witch
Take the sins with you down to your grave
But before that save for us a Hell Pit To Rave
We have a date with chaos
On the 4th of December the Knights
Are riding castles on neon lights
Lady Pink walks the Goose Walk
Lady Pink let the wrath loose
Let us enjoy the Holy Booze
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9. |
Cologne
05:45
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He avoids the human race
It makes him sick
It devours his flesh
It hurts his wounds
And keeps them open
It defiles his soul
And makes it wooden
Curiosity stares without shame
Thick mist surrounds him
And he re-thinks of killing
He bleeds and he cowers
Weakened by the horror
Of sterilized beds and blankets
In an odorless whorehouse, In an odorless whorehouse
And when the night falls
It covers all the colors
Then he barely moves his lips
For a tasteless apathetic kiss
In a life that smells rotten
Your Cologne is not forgotten
Parallel highways
He paints on the stars
Falling lights in a lightless swamp
Toys he gathers, in a child s crib
There it lies dying, a baby deformed
An ugly beast, in an inhospitable world
Well guarded and shielded from “beauty”
By his only friend
His mother the Scylla
In a life that smells rotten
Your cologne is not forgotten
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10. |
Puffy Clouds
05:14
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Some politicians plan my future based on statistics
Some reporters stick in my eye here come the tears
Some armies soak my conscience in blood
I give them my sky, they paint it grey
Puffy clouds carry heavy rain
I got the sunshine into a bottle
I got the sunshine into me glass
I got the sunshine into your eyes
I got the sunshine into your arms
I got the sunshine into a bottle
Love of the masses is not my cup of tea
Love of one works fine with me
Some priests sell me nails, neon light crosses
Some schools give me the knowledge to work like a dog
Some liquor stores sell good whiskey for a fortune
I give them my sky, they paint it grey
Puffy clouds carry heavy rain
Some banks keep my money safe from thieves and burglars
Some junkies make their mothers walk around dressed all in black
Some bars keep their doors open only for good looking people
I give them my sky, they paint it grey
Puffy clouds carry heavy rain
I love the sunshine that always follows a heavy rain
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