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I was lying howling like a wolf. Crying out for something I could use. Fighting something fighting over me. While you were at my bedside when I cleared. Your father scared away the one I need. He put a bullet right before his feet. The ground folded up like a cotton sleeve. While I was dreaming heavy yellow dreams. I was lying howling like a wolf. Crying out for something I could use. Fighting something fighting over me. While you were at my bedside when I cleared. A rooster’s got his feathers numbered through. And each one pill I take’s a lace to chew. Get a rhythm if you get the blues. Sweat it out there’s nothing else you can do. I was lying howling like a wolf. Crying out for something I could use. Fighting something fighting over me. While you were at my bedside when I cleared. You were at my bedside when I cleared. You were at my bedside when I cleared.
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In The Black
02:46
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All the roads I haven’t taken. That’s because the ground was shaking. Also, I was busy raking my backyard. All the clouds I haven’t watched passing by. The reason why’s from where I was I could not see the sky. See the sky. See the sky. See the sky. See the sky. All the calls I haven’t made. And all the ones I did not take. At least flesh is where the flesh belongs. And not inside some cable or some wire. All the words I haven’t read. Less of those I should have said. When I was living in the red. Especially when I was in the black. In the black. In the black. In the black. In the black. The story of a moralist. When like the sun he’d raise his fist. But only to go down again on everything God-given. „There’s no god“ is what he called. „There’s no god“. Is what he called. And the stars cried: „Laaah…“.
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Tvapb
02:57
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My body’s the same. But her face covers mine. Everytime I look into the mirror. It did not seem to make a difference to you. Now it doesn’t make a difference to me, too. She’s the tombstone. Hugger-mugger. We’re the corpse. Cloak-and-dagger. And if it goes like this she’ll be the one you miss. And I’ll be the mess you won. I was tricked by you into this game for fun called Love For One.
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Two/Fast/You
02:23
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Window Pane
04:02
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You were staring at me through your window pane. And I didn’t move at all. I could see your sadness then. But I didn’t move at all. You said about how the sun would set behind our backs one day. And I said about how the moon would rise before our eyes one day. In one man’s power and his will to break another one’s crumbling bone. In the power of a nation and their will to break any one person’s bone. I know in all of this I need to find my own way to get by. But I thought we would help each other out. Standing side by side. Yes, I thought we would help each other out. Standing side by side. I call for you in a song I sing. I knew you’d hear my call. You called back. But you did not mean to tell me anything at all.
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Requiem
04:38
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I said hello. You said hello. I waved and you waved back. I said something. You said something. I guess, we talked. But I staggered and fell. They held me, repelled me. I got back up. I am so sore these days. Now I know. And you my friends are all I have. Now you know. When my heart becomes too heavy to lift and too hard to hold. When I understand that in the end, you too must go. I listen to him sing a lot. And he says „Things will be alright“. He says „One day each of us will die“. In that same way I did not, could not see. Yes, in that same way I could not, did not believe.
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Ocean Maid
02:51
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She was an ocean maid. With harpoons in her hair. And a harp to her call. A harp to her call. She played it every night. ‘neath the black and the rolling waves. The black and the rolling waves. No one else was there to listen. But the seaweed and the shells. The seaweed and the shells. I don’t want to know. About the wonders, the adventures. At the harbours where you let your anchor out. Then you let your anchor down.
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Ark Of Myriam
04:23
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I loved you dearly now my heart is melting. I'm no captain to my ship. The war we are fighting is not to be won. We're good and wise or sure to be gone. I left a note for you to read. I left a note ‘cause it's so hard to say. I was so weak. For all I know you're lying heavy on the bottom of the endless sea. And your spirit did it rise? Or did it sink with the Ark of Myriam? You left a note for me to read. You left a note ‘cause it's so hard to say. You were so young. At times when the streets of this town are no more than channels for the wind. Oh, I will think of you my own flesh and blood. You're a child and they were wolves. Wolves. Wolves. They left a note for us to read. They left a note ‘cause it's so hard to say. They were so wild.
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London Falls
02:37
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I was being dragged out of the land that has got as many helicopters as mosquitoes on a twilit summer lake. The coach was hot the air was sticky. And I was stuck between the seats. Listening to Eve singing. Watching so much roadkill bleed. Everybody was asleep. Their bodies swung like zombies. Or drifting like weed in the current on the bottom of the sea. As we entered the city they all had their eyes shut to the glowing red sky. Reflected by all those spotless glass facades. An eye for an eye and Isaac’s smitten. A tooth for a tooth yes he’s been bitten. But I was not part of the story. So he tells me not to worry. Now all I can do is sit and listen. Shout “fuck money” and “fuck the system”.
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White Suit
03:19
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I guess I didn’t behave right yesterday. When your parents stopped by to have a look at our new place. In the middle of New York. It was a warm day. I guess I didn’t look right in three pairs of eyes. Wearing a white suit and wearing a green gown. Wearing a headband and wearing a felt hat. It wasn’t just felt, it was real. I’d bought it in Berlin. At a flea market last year. You said it looked good on me then. Now that’s not how it feels, now that’s not how it feels.
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Love And Making It
02:34
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I don’t understand about love and making it. I don’t know how to lay my hands. How to carry you high. How to set you low. How to go where you go. It’s not a game. It’s not a game. It’s not a game. It’s not a game. I locked the doors. But there’s creatures coming in. I hear them shuffle in the dark. Somewhere there’s light. And your teeth are shimmering. They are still beautiful and white. Like the moon. Like the moon. Like the moon. Like the moon.
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