1. |
Morning Theft
04:50
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From my site on her bed I saw the picture she’d rised
Outside the window pane I saw them fly
In the view that’d been always more or less same
She had drawn on the linen what she’d find
She was my black-eyed being `though I never owned her, no
But what she found inside doors, closing us in
Her touch was made of pearls and her skin was very pale
And her moles grew constellations of our kin
When you wake to look outside
Will you know who drew the snow?
Have you felt your bones collide?
In her black hair where you’ve grown
And you feel her dirty hands
Reach out of your sleep
And if you reach the top
Will you strangle her there?
When you wake to look outside
Will you know who drew the snow?
Have you felt your bones collide?
In her black hair where you’ve grown
When you search your lonely linen
And you reach out to the left
And you find her body sleeping
And you feel your morning theft
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2. |
Give Head
06:08
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There’s a steeped image in your head
You reach out to catch it slowly, but your hand
So you just give in
He tried out to focus feelings, peaked the most to a beat
As he felt the rhythm’s cage then, he resigned
Then he just gave away
They said to me I’m doing this to extract myself to one
They told me, this one last step, to finally be done.
The girl took notice of his absence while they were talking - never mind
In the bathroom, curling curls she felt forced
Then she just gave head.
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3. |
Danyel's Fish Meditation
04:32
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The devil he does marry well
That’s what these fish, they told me
They're gathering dead little snails
And swimming keen and building water trails
I'm focusing with my eyes closed
On my very simple post
That is hanging right above me
Just like the stars, but I cannot see
I'm focusing with my eyes blind
On this guitar that hits from behind
The only one in charge to tell, when the sun will dawn
And the moon to set
And so on you will not tell
The devil he does marry well
That’s what these fish, they told me.
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4. |
Kin
05:37
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There’s something in your breath
That I can’t sleep tonight
And I scream
Scream one’s name
There’s something in your breath
That I get lost within
And behind the whispering flags
And the closing doors and opened eyes
There’s beauty in the mirror
And between us there’s a kin
Is there any dangerous attraction in blonde hair
When you follow the traces in the snow
What is wrong with breathing old air
When finding graces
Find there whatever you may find
Read about me, read the signs when I am home
You may follow down the red lace
Which is bind between our worlds
And at the end there’ll be a blazing kind
Find there whatever you may find
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5. |
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You in the pale
You on the snow
You with cast gold
Still is her voice
Back when she taught
To fleet is your choice
Whatever you say it's all right
Whatever you do it's all good
Whatever you say it's all right
You on return
In need of repair
Tripping on sole
Will you ever wait till I'm
Letting the cables sleep
The evil ghost of sleep
You must have suspended by time
It haunts, it breaks in me
We need to talk about it
I'm a stranger in this town
Since you are the doubt about it.
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6. |
Warten #1
07:35
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The line in this waiting room blurs all what's relied away
Sitting for something unknown that tells everybody to stay
If there were people, giving you a name, to give you a sign
But they’re all just reactants with your doubtful actions, reflecting your trys
And you try
Here we are drifting further and forth, nothing to separate us now
Nothing to come from you, nothing to comfort me
I’ll be leaving this place to never come back and to not even turn around to it
'cause the line in this waiting room blurs all what's life away
This waiting feel
Breaks your sign
Makes you wander
Through the night
Keeps you awake
Feeds the faint
But not the swoon
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7. |
Rotes Licht (Sturm)
05:16
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Could I pretend to stay
There’s red light in your face
Could I pretend to stay
This red light leads to
Orchids and your place
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