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Reality Check
04:23
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reality check
it’s getting harder to find out
who you work for
and western fusion is about
a tree is a forest
like the one from the cure
there’s no way out
we’re out of the green and into the black
there’s no fuckin’ doubt
beware of the matrix
and keep a warm heart inside
don’t jump off the train
it’s still a long way to ride
second verse to the sky
and everything’s allright
there’s a bad moon rising
the belly’s fat, can’t feel sad
back on the track of expectation-overload
one step back is one ahead
so we’ve been taughed
by every leader
to make it easier and to grow
got stuck in the ice-age
education over board
beware of the matrix
and keep a warm heart inside
don’t jump off the train
there’s still a long way to ride
reality check
it’s getting harder to find out
who you work for
and western fusion is about
a tree is a forest
like the one from the cure
there’s no way out
we’re out of the green and into the black
there’s no fuckin’ doubt
beware of the matrix
and keep a warm heart inside
don’t jump off the train
there’s still a long way to ride
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Frogtoise
06:59
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i had a dream
i cut a frog in half
and a turtle too
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
to plant the top
of the tortoise on
the poor frogs base
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
sometimes i dream of nothing
next morning’s even worse
sometimes i wake up sweaty
feels like i’d just given birth
sometimes i don’t wake up at all
i had a dream
i cut a frog in half
and a turtle too
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
to plant the top
of the tortoise on
the poor frogs base
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
i’d love to meet you out there
to pet your heart and soul
discover all your beauty
and let the good vibes flow
but i’ve been called by a certain duty
cause in my dream
i cut a frog in half
and a turtle too
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
to plant the top
of the tortoise on
the poor frogs base
oh,oh,oh,oh,oh,
now what do you think
how it looked at me,
the one to blame ?
i felt ashamed
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3. |
Abyss
06:28
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connected by a vision
of what to do with life
means permanent transmission
and that is sometimes hard to ride
and i said yeah,
there’s so much to discover
but the secrets of your lover
let you tell me now, all right
better not discover
the abyss of the other
remaining voltage of the brain
charged by shocks in bad times
shuts the heart to not get hurt
reflection rules to make out good times
and i said yeah,
there’s so much to discover
but the secrets of your lover
let you tell me now, hey
better not discover
the abyss of the other
the secrets of your lover
the abyss of your lover
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4. |
DJ Guy ?
06:47
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is this the dj guy ?
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5. |
Turn On
05:49
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This winter was probably the illest
to suck on my pumping heart
a taste of transplant in the back of a rescuetruck
falling on the cold iron carpenting
damp with the mothercake of pain
thumbs twitching up and down
sine of life in a developing spine
Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag
Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag
slowly the dew forms and licks down my shoulder
gain my organ rebeginning to smoulder
like the depths of magma in the goldencenter
veigns volting majenta, sun peels yellow orange
humans ooze back into the outside
the roots of rhythm that play the ebb and tide
sky sparkles with the blick of blue
eyes blink a rollin cup a hoopin peas
that tickle the flute played by the cooling breeze
jumping over the fields, jumping over the fields
for the feel of the diaphram
fields for the feel of the diaphram
breath in, breath out, breathin
Given a piece, make a spoon
to row the soup of the breathing wounds
that share the pleasure in a dancing hall
where the echoes of children grin and roar
weep and cry at the thorns that sting
my foot fell asleep, my foot fell asleep
the nose and ears block, nose and ears block
all the weirs open with the tearbag
all the weirs open with the tearbag
slowly, slowly
bring up the short and long of it
ride a bike and throw a fit
coil up in the shell of ears
to play a frisbee at the tears
of rolling tears of muskateers
bizzy body keep raisin the sun
as brocken hour glasses run
oringearise aray from heavens
somewhere near the red of devils
every vowel and then according
to the cards that shuffle
one hearts down and jokers riddle
aces climbing up a sleeve
to wiggle with the wagging tales
told above the table
hickup a snap crackle pop
trickle down a waterfall
like a drop of dressing gowns
on the tip of the tongue of the talking
take a potshot off the top of my head
the bottom of your heart
the tip of the tongue of the poisondart
together we boarder the breakdown
glimse o lime a pull a tug o shard
hold the breath back for the stilllife
that edges off a diving board
to the darkestports of eggwhite
pothole it in mind of blue cheese
fro sweating egos to the moist depths of valleys
nevermind the fleshseeking eagle
all stuck up sticklebacks, up your staircase
i flabaghast a barefoot over the splinters of the careless
way flitch and whip into the wildbores spareribs
broken down pops up as a fine pluck of tulip
smudged by the bruised lip
that grows the true sound in the belly of the organ
where pianofingers webs are wound
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6. |
Hunger
05:07
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7. |
999
05:16
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8. |
Cuba TM
04:55
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i want to figure out
what the future is about
are we going to stay the same,
or will we change our shape?
because of acid-rain,
because of too high gain,
cast our skins,
covered by a thin membrane...?
to let the sound come in,
to let the bowels spin,
to let love come in...?
and we could use the sloughed skin as raincoats...
as saturn bursts through the sky
our arms would spin like windmills
our bodies refuse to fly...
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Frogtoise (Vredus Remix)
03:48
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