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Zany Zoo
04:47
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Movin’ on to the place where
Anything began
Two radioactive torches
Overloaded like hell
Neverending ocean
Let the lights get in
Stimulating confusion
Of our hearts and brains
This ain’t life for the sleeping
In the rainbow we cast
The worst colours, here’s the girl
To lick just deep that speaking ass
Runnin’ fast in the hard sun
Over rotten heads
Rarefied piece of asphalt
Just as hot as the sand
José Cuervo in the pocket
Burn as fast as we can
What about one plus one, man
Always one what you get
This ain’t life for the sleeping
In the rainbow we cast
The worst colours, here’s the girl
To lick just deep that speaking ass
We’ll go on all the night
In the Zany Zoo
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2. |
This is not a Brothel
03:54
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I'm not a whore
Unless I choose
And I am not yours
Unless I open legs
But when and where and how and why
But when and where and who
Junkies and alcoholic
Those who talk alone
All the dead dogs
On the road
I'm their whore
And my home
It's like a castle
But not for you
I'm not your whore and
This is not a brothel
You're like the jism of the people
And I get mad
And I get mad
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3. |
Domino falls
04:36
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Like the very first day
With my hand I can stop a train
People shoutin’ me to go
In my head I rule the world
But I only want to play
When I wanna laugh no don’t you blame
Tell me the way I’m wrong
My candles will dim with me
If it’s draw then I won
Like the very first day
His jacket doesn’t want to stay
He’s a beauty in mirrors
Words they fall like domino
I wanna win the game
When I wanna laugh no don’t you blame
Tell me the way I’m wrong
My candles will dim with me
If it’s draw then I won
When you wanna laugh no don’t you blame
Tell me the way I’m wrong
The way I’m wrong
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Immaculate
05:07
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Floating hair They’re slippin’ on
Drawing legs, a work of art
Dramed you when you’re on the phone
Your face is like a stolen shot
Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God
See you stand far
Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God
and you walk by on
Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God
I’ll stare for long
Fuckin’ you will look like screwing God
Every dawn and every night
you’re what I dream of
Every dawn and every night
my restless thoughts cause
When you walk on you move all God’s flow
Your fingers are like the trees of God
Waiting when you walk my road
I’ll have you, you’ll be mine for more
Neverending fever cause
you smell just like the dog of God
The trees of God
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5. |
It ain't the desert
06:19
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Ölüm bu yer için en uygun isim
Uzak dıyarlardakı Yaralı savasçı gezegenlerın puruzlu yuzeylerıne benziyor.
Mağaralar, oyuklar ve yeraltı inleri birçok dev erkek iskeleti içeren,
her bır bolgesınde yükseklik yaklaşık dokuz fit
Derin yeraltı Ritüel salonu
Masonik işaretler ile süslenmis tanımlanmamıs cıhazlar bulunan
Kaplanlar ve filler in uzun zamandır var olan ölü kalıntıları
Büyük salonun zeminini kapliyor
Sürme kayalar, kendi kendine hareket edıyorlar
Catlaklarındaki kupkuru killerle
beraber arkalarında uzun yollar bırakarak
Vazgecmekte ozgursun
Yazmakta yada bagırmakta
Kacmakta ozgursun yada yalvarmakta
Hıckımse senı duymayacak
Hıckımse senı kurtarmayacak
Burası çol değıl
Empty roads filling in your eyes
Dry, bald mouths, smiles you’re afraid of
Warm wind blows, stink of sweat around
Burns and scars, drawn by the sun
Strange cries in the dark
Snakes that run
Overwhelming fears
Strange calls in the dark
Coyotes that run
Overwhelming fears
Stolen pans makin’ beans in a can
Evil trees, a piss against the wind
Tries to trip, feels lite you’re with Clint
Pints of beer, watch out they will cheat
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The block
03:42
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Plunged into that smoking haze
Down into a filthy place
Or on a bridge at city edge
A couple of hours and I’ll be there
I’ll be there
Shortcuts learnt out day by day
All that helps me drift to fade
Garbage, mud they permeate
Huge Volcano mediate
Cops and thieves in the quarter
Automatic in block of flats
Moveless posts and moving heads
Adrenalin rush on feet and hands
Feet and hands
Dumpy nights on a lonely edge
Among words without an end
There ain’t nothing you can lose away
But it’s you I wanna gain
Wanna gain
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The doormat
03:19
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The doormat is on the threshold
It’s always dirt, come tread on
There on the floor, poor asshole
Brushed, put aside or burnt off
Standin’ on
Screw up the world
Wires and board
Ready to work
Deals and papers signed and all approved
Just a rush and you’ll get brainwashed
Met men alone were not alone
Saw ‘em change the surface but just to amuse
Forgot of their own real one
You won’t change me I will change for none
What you see is what you get out
I’m a man, take it or leave off
Not a puppet against nature
Women like this there ain’t none
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Loving a corpse
05:07
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There is you, from behind
As you’re sittin’ on the bed
On the side of
As you put your black tights on
Still the stink of sweat around
The fake calm of her dog
And it’s you, yeah it’s you
Dead not, just ‘cause you screw on
And you do that like with corpse
yeah you have sex with a corpse
Know what, I prefer so
‘Cause it stinks more than a corpse
yeah dead love stinks more than corpse
Smiling face, but it’s just false
Lavished gifts to anyone
Who opens her door
Of stealing fond, to anyone’s lives
Of all the ways that she just knows
She chose the honest one
And it’s you, yeah it’s you
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9. |
July
03:14
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Days of July
Two lads headed to the sands
Two wheels on the land
Getting ready for the mess
Bags packed full like hell
Spirit and drunkeness to share
Tops they would broach by nails
‘Till they’re flat on their back
In July
I got an ocean in my breast
In July
And I got nothing to declare
In July
Water ain’t wiping off the smell
In July
Bubbles floatin’ up
To the end of their two heads
The preface I read
She’s aware I’ll be molest
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10. |
Mere box
05:16
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Mere box in the eyes of the world that
Doesn’t deepen much beyond than the cover
You will leave me not
Even broken up
You gave the chance to rape you out
Then you burst out
Now there’s a blank square on my skull
No license
Was so fun to play you on
You run now
Cracks and crackles from inside
Cut it out now
You will leave me not
Even broken up
I won’t care enough
Move your ass, mere box
You won’t say you had enough
I guess you can show that
You will never give up
You’re just a slave mere box
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Oda Latvija
04:21
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Damp night shoulders
Eager to jump in the car
The road is clear now
Pushing me rush as mad
What is here is gone
Pages to write on and on
I will forget not
Rum on room and I’ll be off
I ain’t but an outlander
She’s a wild heat dispenser
The tables are turning
Can’t you see I’m always burning
A bat as rebellion
Closin’ eyes not to be aware
Your vanity locks me
I’ll lay with you ‘till I deny
Said: don’t come over
You’re the queen of lies
Your body’s real now
You’re an ode to Latvija
I ain’t but an outlander
She’s a wild heat dispenser
The tables are turning
Can’t you see I’m always burning
I got nothing to offer
I might be your defender
The tables are turning
Can’t you see I’m always burning
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