1. |
Kite (Part I)
02:15
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Once upon a time there was a boy named Thomas. He was a very happy and peaceful boy. On his 13th birthday he received a charming gift, a kite. It was a beautiful kite, with a wooden frame and a burst of colours around it.
The boy walked into a field of long cut grass, huge as it was you couldn't see the end of it. It seemed as if the next house was perched miles away, a breath-taking view. As he unrolled a couple feet of the white string, he ran, the wind in his face, unabling him to breathe, wooshing his cheek-long hair everywhere, he didn't care. This felt like freedom, so crazy, but wonderful. Ahead of him there was a hill, he ran up it. He quickly got to the top. From that point he saw everything, the forest ahead of him and a village behind. But now he didn't care about that, he just wanted to see the kite flying. So he ran down the hill, his right hand outstretched behind him and upwards. And in a second the kite was in the sky, touching the clouds. It was seen very clearly, high up in the sky, because of its colours. From afar the kite seemed like the grandest most beautiful bird anyone could imagine. It was so graceful, it seemed to swim and dance in the wind. As he realised that he no longer saw his house, he came to a halt. But became aware that he just wanted to run, like someone who just woke up from a long coma, so full of energy that he felt would never burn out.
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2. |
Anymore
07:19
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between your dreams
and my nightmares
reality lies
bedfellows
thru sex-less nights
with you and i
no consummation
fruit of loins
for us to despise
i don’t love you anymore
your bullshit
sobered up
ran all amok
stained all the glass
smashed all the china
in my crystal shop
i awakened
to a red octagon
just said stop
i don’t love you anymore
where’s your light
that did shine
it’s not funny
speed your car
can’t bribe your way outa this one
swear you’ve not got enough money
bon nuit would’ve been enough
but you turn silent
see away i’m running
i don’t love you anymore
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don’t believe in hell
know you do
there’s an extra hot one
waitin just for you
i’ll drop by and visit
remind you you’re a bastard
add another shovelful
be your coalmaster
you are unforgiven
blame it on your alcohol
blame it on your weed
blame it on your childhood
you can beg and plead
i once called you hope
time to disabuse
you’re just plain pathetic
now you get the news
you are unforgiven
.
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3. |
Bon Voyage Baby
03:44
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you got some kinda infection
no need know more than that
tired of makin sexy-time
wearin a double rubber hat
bon voyage baby
that’s my boat callin'
i’m runnin up the gangway
get away from you
you been stickin on me
like a leech with a rash
time to spread my sails
find a new piece of ass
bon voyage baby...
you could do with some shavin
and a fresh roll-on or stick
maybe read a book some time
soften up your cerebral brick
bon voyage baby...
smell you later alligator
not too soon big baboon
don’t try to follow me
get yourself stuck with a harpoon
bon voyage baby...
think i’ll take my chances
on the barracudas and the tide
twixt you and the piranhas
gimme a second to decide
bon voyage baby...
don’t suppose you’ll miss me
what with your oven that self-cleans
got your beloved tv
and your gossip magazines
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4. |
Best Damn Bitch
03:27
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waitin with a wiggle
when i walk in the door
i drop down
we roll about on the floor
she’s my best friend
ain’t no doubt
she needs a piss
i take her out
she’s so fine
sleepin on my head
only 8 kilo
take up all the bed
sometime she smells
like a wet dog
or rolls in shit
just like a hog
that’s alright
she my baby
cleans my face
after i eat
drops a load of shit
right in the street
breaks wind
runs it all around
brings home the strangest stuff
that she’s found
seen her stalk prey
like a tigress in the tall grass
sometime she got dingleberries
hangin from her ass
that’s alright
she my baby
her life’s so short
i’m already sad
she’s the best damn bitch
i ever had
when i look down
see her wigglin at my feet
not sure if it’s me she loves
or just wants a treat
that’s alright
she my baby
there’s a special heaven
for her i insist
she my special
little atheist
that’s alright
she my baby
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5. |
Kite (Part II)
01:23
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So he ran again, but was not tired, and it seemed like minutes (though it was hours) that he found himself standing in front of a neverending forest, the boy thought;
''I can get through, I'm cautious enough to watch for the string not to get caught in any branches. I just want to get going further.'' Thomas never thought about it that much, he just wanted to pass through the trees and run again with the wind in his face.
He ran lightly through the forest, watching the string, not letting it touch any branches. Time passed, the trees started to thin out and finally there was only one big one, right ahead of him. The wind lowered until it was a light breeze, but he didn't notice it. As the boy ran past the last tree suddenly he felt a jolt in his arm. As he whirled around, his heart jolted too, dark green leaves covered the whole tree. There was no sight of the colourful kite that he once saw when he looked up in the sky.
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6. |
u
05:35
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the whole world
is one great big
broken heart
didn’t know that before
thanks for the knives in the back
and the kickstart
when it’s your turn
to love again
as i’m sure
is your destiny
i told you before
i wish you the best
just don’t
point that thing at me
choke on your words
drown in your gold
repeat til you believe
every lie you told
your new lover
the one i
helped you find
will turn out to be
near nothing
you had in mind
when it’s your turn
to love again
as i’m sure
is your destiny
i told you before
i wish you the best
just don’t
point that thing at me
choke on your words
drown in your gold
repeat til you belove
hitler's tiny dick you hold
as your loveless life
unfolds into
its whys and hows
you’ll remember me
and feel
like i feel now
when everything is burned
and there’s no love for you
as i’m sure
is your destiny
i told you before
i wish you the best
just don’t
lay that shit on me
choke on your gold
drown in your lies
repeat til you believe
this was a good life
when everything is burned
and there’s no one for you to love
as i’m sure
is your destiny
i told you before
i wish you the best
just don’t
lay that shit on me
the whole world
is one great big
broken heart
.
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7. |
Water of Life
05:03
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i’ll find you in the barley
i’ll find you in the rye
i’ll still you for myself
be my water of life
my daughter is my whiskey
the one with eyes of blue
i drink her down in tiny drops
the way the drunkards do
drink until i’m merry
drink until i’m sad
i miss my little angel
and i hope she misses her dad
i’ll find you in the barley
i’ll find you in the rye
i’ll still you for myself
be my water of life
my daughter is my whiskey
the one with eyes of green
i drink her down in little shots
leaves a drunken me
drink until i’m merry
drink until i’m sad
i miss my little angel
and i hope she misses her dad
my daughters are my whiskey
the ones with golden hair
i drink em down in gulpfulls
leaves me fallen from my chair
drink until i’m merry
drink until i’m sad
drink until i don’t know
how much i fuckin had
drink until i’m merry
drink until i’m sad
drink until i don’t know
who’s their fuckin dad
i’ll find you in the barley
i’ll find you in the rye
still you for myself
be my water of life
my lovers are my whiskey
the ones with eyes of brown
i drink em by the barrelfull
leaves me drunken on the ground
drink until i’m merry
drink until i’m sad
drink until i’ve drunk enough
to kill her fuckin dad
my ladies are my whiskey
the ones with flaxen hair
drink em down aplenty
until i just don’t care
drink until i’m merry
drink until i’m sad
drink until i don’t know
how much i fuckin had
i’ll find you in the barley
i’ll find you in the rye
still you for myself
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8. |
Torture : Happiness
04:19
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torture is happiness
god is a fear-slave
love
is anarchy
is change
is growth
is life
torture is beautiful
for someone
like me
i made god
then i unmade god
make no more god
torture is ideal
for anyone
like you
love is feet
that never get washed
and always walk away
torture is torture
for no one
except them
anarchy is a pillow
stuffed in my crotch
that moves in the night
love is life
i’ll show you yours
if you show me mine
life is love
torture is necessary
for everyone
like them
change is a cake
that falls in the wind
even if there is none
torture is expressive
for anyone
except you
growth is a rose
that bleeds when you cut it
dies when you sniff
torture is enlightening
for someone
like me
life is a target
that moves when you shoot
shoots when you move
life
is growth
is change
is anarchy
is love
fear is a god-slave
happiness is torture
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9. |
I'm Your Monkey
03:41
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i’m your monkey
share my banana
you’re my pearl
let’s oyster dive
i’m your snake
to the undergrowth
you’re my bird
fly me
i’m your whale
come to my hump
you’re my rabbit
hop hop my way
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10. |
Might Be You
03:42
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how much you wanna know
probably be a lie
looks like i made an effort
i didn’t even try
know you’re read up
on the way of the dog
i’m droolin at your feet
little miss pavlov
you wouldn’t believe what i believe
it’s true
fear what i fear
fear it too
if you wish
make a wish
love what i love
might be you
walls and flowers
clothes and food
take somethin in navy
orange’ll never do
like a cake
turned on a spit
you’re drippin in fire
sweet burn of it
you wouldn’t believe...
rather be stolen from
by you more than anyone
so take what you want
be done
know the shape of this world
it’s bigger than this town
we walk away now
bring us back around
you wouldn’t believe...
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11. |
Kite (Part III)
01:32
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He walked up close to the big green oak, for that was the kind of tree that took away his precious gift. There deep in it he could see something of a different nature, something colourful. Without a second thought he climbed the tree. There were some broken branches on the lower level, so Thomas scrambled higher into the tree using their help.
It wasn't long til he got to the kite. As he sat there on a big branch, panting, exhausted from all that climbing, he noticed a difference about the kite.
The kite was no longer moving freely for there was a long and sharp branch that pierced the colourfulness. Thomas looked at it sadly, he could no longer play with it. His wonderful gift was destroyed by his silliness.
Thomas did pull the kite out from the grasp of that wicked branch. When he was about to start climbing down, only then did he look down and realise the space that divided him from the safety of the steady ground, it was huge. He clung to the trunk of the tree, meaning never to let go.
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12. |
2032
03:58
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i’ve been an alibi
i’ve eaten green meat
sent greeting cards to people
never planned to meet
the time is now
can you feel it
the time is now
can you feel it
what other time
would there be
i’m paralyzed
by a pair of eyes
i’m in a pickle
can’t flip the coin twice
i can do anything
with you
i’m content
with my enemy
we’ll arm the oppressed
set the faithful free
i’m in a tight corner
506 with you
pour in digital yellow
damn it’s already 2032
i’m confounded by
the emploi de vent
at the farming
of the ministry
the subway tunnel
is longer now
as long
as you’re with me
our journey
bittersweet
she cut her hair some
dashed into a gallery
he was talkin too much
she never noticed me
i can do anything
with you
i’m content
with the enemy
we’ll oppress the armed
set the faithless free
i’m in a tight corner
506 with you
pour in digital yellow
damn it’s already 2032
take some starlight
mix in a rainbow
add a sunrise
and a moonglow
i’m paralyzed
by a pair of eyes
it’s typical
can’t flip the coin twice
i can do anything
with you
i’m in a tight corner
506 with you
spill in digital yellow
damn it’s already 2032
i’m in a tight corner
can’t flip the coin twice
i’m paralyzed
on the thin ice
i can do anything
with you
half a thou
6 with you
damn it’s already
2032
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13. |
When the Light Bleeds
03:17
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someone kidnapped my hostages
i didn’t get em back yet
i’m allergic to perspiration
makes me break out
in a sweat
searched for inspiration on my canvas
but it’s standing stark
and i know i’ll see you again
when the light bleeds
into dark
caught myself conversing
with myself the other day
a third me stepped in
but no one listened
what she had to say
took my car to the countryside
couldn’t find a place to park
and i know i’ll see you again
when the light bleeds
into dark
saw a reflection of your shadow
knew that could not be right
maybe it was a shadow of my reflection
or just a trick
of the light
talked with your shoes
the ones that you left
asked if they know the sound of your new footsteps
your shoes said no
they’re deaf
my dog’s taken to ignore me
she won’t even bark
and i know i’ll see you again
when the light bleeds
into dark
had a discussion with my love
see what it was you took away
my love said it was nothing
and not to worry
anyway
i met the needy man
find out what it is he needs
said he’s hiding in the dark
and waiting
for when the light bleeds
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14. |
EYEBALLMAN
02:31
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taste and smell
of cigarettes
the appeal
of cancer
werther in your mind’s
hands avoid
random tears
my guitar saved my life
pickin mushrooms
diamonds in the coalmine
smelt his own shit
become what you are
keep an eye on yourself
and those you love
just like
EYEBALLMAN does
promise to fake my death
if you promise
to throw yourself
upon the pyre
freedom is a mind state
swimmin in a sea
of vinegar and piss
with all you’ve been handed
now it’s finally
me you say you miss
no geometrician
can’t read your angle
sharpness tells me
it’s cute
no sense cryin
over spilt milk
less it spills on the lemon juice
letters i wrote
branches of the tree
of my love
pruned severely
by a spiteful gardener
met an early demise
at the feet of
a wheel
spun
freedom is a mind state
swimmin in a sea
of vinegar and piss
with all you’ve been handed
now it’s finally
me you say you miss
a frozen towel
on a waterproof beach
you’re useless like that
EYEBALLMAN
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15. |
Kite (Part IV)
01:05
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And so the story ends. I say as a writer with pity and sadness in between the lines that Thomas never got off the tree. No, he indeed never climbed down. He lived upon it until his long lasting days were over. As well, he built a house, with windows looking out in all directions of the world. He fixed the kite, but never again did he use it, for there was no wind in the branches or leaves of the great oak tree.
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