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Fly
04:05
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fly
fly away
fly away if you want to leave me
but don’t hit the ground
because you will never be found
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never say the same goodbye
especially when the end is nigh
never touch the same object
it only makes more debt
never be sure that you’re on your way
the problem depends on what people say
never judge the same verdict
it’s not the truth how you heard it
never love the same person
in the illusion of time it just worsens
never say the same goodbye
especially when the end is nigh
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3. |
This Long Existence
04:20
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today when i was going home
i had a recognition
that i am lonely forever
you know it often happens with people within
the age of twenty and thirty just usual
with the changing of seasons i turn more and more obnoxious
sorrily i cannot find myself
i’m just wandering around my grief all the time
oh what i grieve what i grieve i don’t know
but i grieve every day for myself for my people and the world itself
and i can be me
i can be anyone
i can pretend that i’m no longer human
how dare you say that life is so brief i already
feel like a hundred year old man
without even one moment of wisdom
when you don’t know what to give
you just stare and giggle at the
questions and answers of all
illusional delusional immovable removable
every matter in the heart is sublime
i always run out of words before time
like old chinese wisdoms
the dream of zhuangzi
and ancient greek gods playing with my fate
this long existence on which we debate
why do we write and read all these books and stories
when we can’t even say hi to our neighbors
i heard a song some weeks ago that said
i only wanna be a relief
that is the line what i have searched for
from the start of my life
i wanna be the way the redemption but my actions
don’t really apply to this moral
it just goes out to nowhere so often
so often so often so often
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i hate you all your friends and your mother too
this is what i have got for the thing called loving you
if the situation won’t change i’ll have to kill them all
they hold you in their paraselene keeping their enthral
we shook hands and your mother said i’m okay
but she cursed me in the moment i looked away
the friends of yours in the bar were the same
when i’m with you in public i can sense you feel ashamed
another lonely night
chatting with the moonlight
you’re right beside me
although there is nothing i can see
hiding from you
is everything i do
spending our loneliness together
and waiting for a miracle
hometown boys and holy guards
setting up your ancestry
they won’t stop judging me
i hate you all your friends and your mother too
this is what i have got for the thing called loving you
if the situation won’t change i will get depressed
stumbling with a knife cause i really really really hate myself
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5. |
Shoot the Prince
04:38
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shoot the prince
he’s the wickedest basterd of all
he can’t deserve to sit on the throne
you’d be glad to dance on his bones
the great desire to fight
you’re so bored in this life
kill the empire
build your own one
prepare for the never-ending run
some of your friends will become
your worst enemies
you’re so bored in this life
they say there’s
a prince in your heart
he wants you to go and restart
till the whole kingdom falls apart
and feel the royal boredom
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Penelope
04:49
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a wise man once said there are three kinds of men after all
who will it be who climbs your wall?
ulysses, jesus or faust
they form a line in the great joust
one will love you for your patience
one for your bare existence
the last for your sky-high innocence
make up your mind, put them in trance
bring the light and walk the last dance
o penelope
who will you choose?
don’t you leave us in doubts
songs about women are so frightening
everyone needs to find a golden ring
we are like prospero with his broken wand
except from love we all abscond
and for that name which is no part of thee
now hold your breath and count to three
a rose by any other name
there is nothing left to reclaim
the rose makes a bleeding bruise
what future do you want to choose
o penelope
who will you choose?
these three men are waiting for you
don’t you leave us in doubts
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fata crescunt
ad maiorem gentis gloriam
promising signs
fading lines
hollow minds
harvest time
hyppocrites
true believers
original sin
a murky grin
indsidious faces
inviting chimes
I’m making fire
they don’t mind
i look at you
you’re all around
I’m making fire
and you don’t mind
what is written on your skin
it is my favorite sin
and the taint is hardly vivid
i’m making fire like the holy spirit
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one night when i was strolling the streets
i went into a restaurant, so elite
there was a waitress, such a beauty
i forgot my own miserable calvary
it’s so strange to have this feeling again
i know i should abstaine from dissapointment again
i want to be her story
i’d like to be her diadem
and she’s just staying there
serving food
oh god it has never felt this good
let’s just stop it right here
this vision is entirely unclear
i’m not used to this kind of state of mind
i’m happy and completely blind
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The Corrections
04:03
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saw the scratches on the ceiling
the daily usual kneeling
life with you was once dense
it gave me utter confidence
now the songs i write are my coffin
every string i strum kills endorphin
the sooner i lose the happier i am
nothingness needs a rabid man
the corrections we intended to do
were our final scene and also debut
here’s some pills to quell the pressure
correcting disruption is always a pleasure
i want all the complications
mental abusement, physical penetration
safety not guaranteed
shadows cultivate in misdeed
we should begin before my keen dreams descend
there are some holes we can never mend
making up reasons why we lie
i will bury you up in the sky
there’s a place to be and none to deny
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Fallujah
03:29
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i woke up every morning soaked in sweat
got a glass of water to clear my head
cumbersome dreams haunted me at sleep
i can’t bear the deaths and tortures i see
force a child to hold a gun
in the name of an unknown god
look up at the sky to hope and pray
that’s why we go to fallujah today
the other part is quite ridiculous
we’re sending an army to kill the vicious
unfortunately that’s not right
killing is not a theme to pick a side
we are all at risk
we have our own faults
can we make it or
this is our last waltz
look up at the sky to hope and pray
that’s why we go to fallujah today
another star hanged itself tonight
look up the sky and think and contrite
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i just want to believe
that i have the good kind of love
i just need
a sign from above
but how can i be sure
animals and cannibals
and little sweet babies
they’re all around me
tasting my wounds
they will eat me up alive
already ate me up alive
at the edges of sanity
i have more discipline
turn around and
look into my eyes
is it satisfactory
is it satisfactory
release me from my pain after
all i have been through
brown white and red deaths
the colors of my flag
paint me anyhow you like it
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12. |
To the Harbormaster
01:50
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I wanted to be sure to reach you
though my ship was on the way it got caught
in some moorings. I am always tying up
and then deciding to depart. In storms and
at sunset, with the metallic coils of the tide
around my fathomless arms, I am unable
to understand the forms of my vanity
or I am hard alee with my Polish rudder
in my hand and the sun sinking. To
you I offer my hull and the tattered cordage
of my will. The terrible channels where
the wind drives me against the brown lips
of the reeds are not all behind me. Yet
I trust the sanity of my vessel; and
if it sinks it may well be in answer
to the reasoning of the eternal voices,
the waves which have kept me from reaching you.
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