1. |
Hanging Shirts
02:43
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There was a time you said to me me
That my songs were much to your liking
What I felt when you gave that compliment
Was a total fame, some happiness
Being long lost absurdist
I took the vows of science
Meaning came from the evidence
Determinism did my arrogance
Your boyish charm and your sneakers
And your hanging shirts by the window
Are semantic fields of confidence
It means you stick around 'till my head gets clear
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2. |
Stoic Woman
04:26
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You're wearing yourself out
With whiskey and black coffee
Your bones they get frozen
By logical positivists
Your panties feel all nice
Under your checkered jeans
Your career it will take flight
A researchprofessor in a year
Your son is a kickboxer
The other plays skillfully synth
And you, you are golden
Philosophical peacock in there
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3. |
Panting Horse
02:41
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He walks there on the grass
Trodden by a black horse
It still runs far ahead fast
Panting horse with a bleeding throat
Its eyes are dim, fatigued with a whim
And it's not ...
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4. |
He Doesn't Know
04:33
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I don't want to disturb you, my dear Louise
But don't you remember how far down it is
From Golden Gate rail down to the bay?
I know that you know the camera is rigged
To follow your jump into the abyss
Are the movements you make merely fake?
Feel Louise
The wind it blows faster
They close the bridge
I cant' go wherever
You go
So what will it be, my dear Louise?
The Golden Gate steel is shaking tensely
Some Hitchcock birds are flying downwind
Will the scene that you're in soon begin?
Feel Louise
The wind it blows faster
They close the bridge
I cant' go wherever
You go
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An anxious shy boy with symmetries in his white face
Takes the busline to work
For what else would he do when he's broke and all
Though he wants to avoid glances with desire
The eyelids of the random people there
They get heavy in confines of trainwalls
It's a strange life to live in a "paradise"
With a quote on quote and beautiful face to show
His nose is to some of the people there
Like a ticket to win in the lottery
He just don't feel blissful at all
He just feels like an imposter with a strange strange mind
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6. |
Walking Skin
01:52
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Turquoise colored skin
And glowing milk is sweating off my skin
Aweing the real colors and toning down
My procliveties for drama in my home
Toning down my proclivieties for
Turquoise colored skin
And glowing milk is sweating off my skin
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7. |
Domus Vista
04:30
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8. |
Get Home
03:31
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There's a long green path up ahead
And I faint by the young beech trees
Send my song to the one that I care about,
He mustn't be at ease
Oh my god, I told people that I'd be okay
When all is done
I am ready for a brand new phase
There was running and there was shouting
And a hate that I think I knew
Disillusion and pathogens
Made my home something we had to lose
Oh my god, we told people that we'd be okay
When day is done
I am ready for a brand new face
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Mylder Copenhagen, Denmark
I manage a cellar full of secondhand books and write about UFO’s.
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