1. |
More Time
04:00
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gimme gimme gimme...more time.
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2. |
Pac Man / Shopping Cart
03:49
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Pac Man / Shopping Cart
(Dirk Dresselhaus/Michael Beckett)
pac man / shopping cart
went to wal-mart
to fill his go cart heart
the mirrored one
which fell apart
the other day on lover`s lane
he was real fucked up
but he looked just the same
verging on the insane
too many dimensions
too many to mention
a home on wheels
and a life in a box
a whole lotta pills
but not enough socks
too many dimensions
too many to mention
pac man / shopping cart
went to wal-mart
to fill his go cart heart
the mirrored one
which fell apart
the other day on lover`s lane
klein, gelb, dreiviertel mondmässig
und sehr gefrässig
little dots, a piece of fruit
too many dimensions
too many to mention
although his home
it was the street
he barely made it home in one piece
not enough dimensions
not enough to mention
pac man / shopping cart
went to wal-mart
to fill his go cart heart
the mirrored one
which fell apart
the other day on lover`s lane
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3. |
Peanut
04:54
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Peanut
(Dirk Dresselhaus)
digging earth until the roots appear
hoppinpoppin often ends in tears
i want to see you free
that’s why you shouldn’t be with me
little peanut’s come and gone
back to the ocean where nothing’s wrong
and put a little thorn inside
not just a mother’s loving heart
from alaska to disaster
(close-up, close-up)
through the cornfields of nebraska
(showed up, showed up)
planet brain is where it’s at
(well it’s so easy to forget)
ocean soul is where it goes
(maybe space is the place)
hey peanut,
we really didn’t know what to do
is there any future without you ?
we are just a bunch of flys
on the windshield of a car racing by
entertainment, nature-style...
from alaska to disaster
(close-up, close-up)
through the cornfields of nebraska
(showed up, showed up)
planet brain is where it’s at
(but it’s so easy to forget)
ocean soul is where it goes
(perhaps space is the place)
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4. |
S'kcorratiug
01:02
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5. |
Caplets
04:59
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Caplets
(Dirk Dresselhaus)
life, muscle and back
pain relief with extra strength
and ASA for fast and effective
relief of pain, associated with
tense neck muscles, back and muscle spasms
strains and sprains
8 caplets a day
8 days a week
8 weeks a month
8 months a year
8 years a life
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6. |
Vodou
06:24
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Vodou
(Dirk Dresselhaus)
the sun is getting balder day by day
her face is looking older, almost grey
like rock or stone, some bones are on their way
through the heavy gravity of other people’s property...
the roof and the proof are under friendly fire,
yearn motherfuckers yearn
for oneway safety and freedom,
some billion dollars more to earn
who do they think they are
and what has jesus got to do with this shit ?
what space is for is not
whatever they want to do with it...
i wanna vodou like you do
not just do what we’re used to
and all we do turns out new school
tell me now
what can i do for you
oh please, no chemicals...
head held high in the sky and feet back on the ground
the moon is visible cause the sun is on fire,
learn, motherfuckers, learn
to know yourself and each other as brothers
learn, motherfuckers, learn...
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7. |
Škoda Mluvit
03:31
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skoda mluvit...
hey baby, hold your spirit high
i ’ve just almost seen my spirit fly away
don’t need no flowers, but your sympathy,
don’t you see,
my foot looks like a balloon, bruised, blue & green
on a sunny sunday afternoon
sweet darling, get rid of your jealousy
i know you know,
your heart’s a temple...not a lousy jail
filled up with tricks your mind has played on you
things get better when life’s not a loop,
swoop swoop, oh baby, rock rock,
swoop swoop, oh baby, rock rock
on a sunny sunday afternoon
go with the flow although the flow is low
on this side of time we got a chance to grow
into new habits, new friends, old souls
no rolls but balls because we go go go
for the sunny sunday afternoon
sunny sunday afternoon
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8. |
The Blacksmith
04:01
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The Blacksmith
(Max Turner)
c´mon!
miners of soul
servants of rhythm
farmers of sound
and slaves of melody.
down pounds the hammer like the bolts of zeus,
pointing to heat he pulls weight like a tooth!
melting-pot ironing-sun sub-substance-
he leaves all doubt swept of abundance.
utmost concentration no rust in this blood,
the thrust of a hammer falls down like a thud.
just thinking of this puts a dent in my thought,
up for lead belly the blacksmith of my soul:
tall he stood to the hate of his time,
strong they kept through the strings of gods mind,
give me faith while i have to work in these mines:
tm, mt ahead of their time again...
the blacksmith, miners of soul
the blacksmith, servants of rhythm
the blacksmith, farmers of sound
(he beats black the steel that now stands at your door step)
and slaves (beats back and shines proud) of melody
sparks wheeled the wheel as he puts forth his shoe,
a giants little finger in all of us! only a blacksmith can bond us,
force the metal to melt upon us and unite us.
finger snippin´ pipe dippin´ africanism!
spitting the chips like a bucket of wisdom,
a grain of lead and pocket of prophecy...
...what makes the music roll
like blue rocks in the sea? what does?
grain upon pearl upon turn upon swirl,
grain upon pearl upon turn upon swirl,
pain upon world upon turtle ´pon world,
grain upon swirl upon turtle pond world,
stand by me!
we all take our burns in the branding of time,
better ask the smith to hook us up with thick hooves:
cos the blue planet will forever sing the blues!
i´ve heard it sing black holes in broad day light,
i´ve felt it play happy when it knew of bomb-fright,
but the blacksmith undoes this by melting to one:
smelling in check of god´s one-ly thumb,
dropping the might with the head of soul guns.
miners of soul (a well´s depth backbone of thunder)
the blacksmith, servants of rhythm...
... (weds souls in the darkest of moments)
the blacksmith...
(stands tall let me melt this down)
farmers of sound
(he beat black the steel
that now stands...
at your door step)
and slaves of melody
(beats back and shines proud)
if there´s hell below
we´re all gonna go
see the blacksmith!
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9. |
Klexx
01:09
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10. |
Cataractact
03:09
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Cataractact
(Dirk Dresselhaus)
time flies by like a fly, a fly in the sky,
when i walk you home and then go for a ride...
my engine’s pumping blood to a 4-dimensional headroom
that you can travel with your heart & mind
it’s so much bigger than your bedroom...
nature works,
but what’s the deal ?
trading friendship for an hour of need ?
nature works,
well, that’s a fact!
holding back the cataractact...
time flies by like the pie, the pie in the sky,
when i walk you home and then go for a ride...
my engine’s pumping blood to a 4-dimensional headroom
that i might travel with my hard on to meet
my future-lady on the pink moon...
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11. |
The Slide
05:44
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The Slide
(Dirk Dresselhaus)
I wish i could be the transhuman me
resisting age, anger and pain up to a certain degree
and love’s gonna be the only thing i can feel
depressions are gone and nothing goes wrong
will you still be with me when customs have changed
to remind me of now and the beauty of pain, because
the most beautiful pain in the world
is my love for you, girl...woman.
how could there be true love in this world
without occasionally digging the dirt
and there’s such beautiful dirt in this world
right here, right now is the best way to be
and i can wait to be the transhuman me
the most beautiful pain in the world
is my love for you, girl...woman.
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12. |
A Ride
03:56
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A Ride
(Dirk Dresselhaus)
ain’t life a ride…
i heard you talking to yourself like to somebody else,
saw you punching the walls, cause you thought it’s your fault
what’s happening, my pal, don’t you know that you are
what you think you can be, i am you, you are me.
ain’t life a ride…
i saw you surfin’ big waves and crawling through graves
riding high and low, it’s just the way that it goes
for the most of those, who don’t live in the past
the future has come as an overdose.
ain’t life a ride…
there’s so much to say, so much has been said
why not boil it down to a minimal edge
dequantize your mind and have a joint
to freedom of speech and pain of choice
a life’s gone fast, what comes is death
there’s a difference to make, so don’t waste your breath...
ain’t life a ride…
everything is everything, get into the groove
rich, broke, giving, getting, lady or bloke
we’re all gonna go to where the stars blink good night
if we get ourselves together it could be such a nice ride
ain’t life a ride…
there’s so much to say
…
everything is everything, get into the groove
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13. |
The World's A Cup
11:34
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The World’s A Cup
(Max Turner/Dirk Dresselhaus)
strike the force, don’t be a beaten lullaby
stroke that door, do let them in
bite your fear, cause tears take too long to dry
drowned in deep-see fathoming
cause we are ghost by nature, the world’s a cup
we’re merely host, the stranger wins
yes, we are ghost immature, the world’s a rock
we’re nearly grave inscriptions
tectonic plates, put the needle to the underground
a subtle plague is on the way to make your day
burning arcades in an empty visions hippodrome
drone, drone, drone, drone ......
cause we are ghost by nature, the world’s a cup
we’re merely host, the stranger wins
yes, we are ghost immature, the world’s a rock
we’re nearly grave inscriptions
cause we are ghost by nature, the world’s a cup
we’re merely host, the stranger wins
cause we are ghost in major business
and we don’t give a fuck
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14. |
Winsomelosesome
06:28
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MirrorWorldMusic Berlin, Germany
MirrorWorldMusic is a label, archive, and publishing imprint for diverse idiosyncratic music projects that are linked in
some way by their protagonists, involving the likes of Schneider TM, Dirk Dresselhaus, Kptmichigan, die ANGEL, Locust Fudge, and others. The diversity of the stylistic scope is unified by an overarching experimental approach and multi-minded spirit.
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