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Alphabet
05:01
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I give you A for Appletree
I give you B for Bumblebee
I give you C for Cherrypie
I give you D for You and I
I give you E for The Great Escape
I give you F for Faraway
And G and H for Grass and Hay
I give you I I don’t know why
I give you J for june july
I give you K for keeping me
I give you L for luxury
I give you M for Milky way
I give you N to make you stay
I give you O to make you go
You make me really fantasize
You make me really fantasize
I give you A for Appletree
I give you B for Bumblebee
I give you C for Cherrypie
I give you D for You and I
I give you E for The Great Escape
I give you F for Faraway
And G and H for Grass and Hay
I give you L for Lullaby
I give you O for Oh my my
I give you V for Vanity
I give you E for you and me
Like a puppet on a string
You make me walk
You make me sing
You make me laugh
You make me cry
You make me really fantasize
You make me really fantasize
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When It's Gonna Rain ?
03:59
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We die from heat strokes
We melt like ice cream
Why the weather guy
Always make mistake ?
When it’s gonna rain ?
Nobody can’t tell
Nobody can’t tell
When it’s gonna rain ?
When it’s gonna rain ?
Nobody can’t tell
And certainly not
that poor weather guy
We die from heat strokes
We melt like ice cream
Why the weather guy
Always make mistake
When it’s gonna rain ?
Nobody can’t tell
Nobody can’t tell
When it’s gonna rain ?
When it’s gonna rain ?
When it’s gonna rain ?
Nobody can’t tell
When it’s gonna rain ?
We die from heat strokes
We melt like ice cream
There’s no much we can do
There’s no much we can do
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3. |
Maniac Mansion
02:59
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Shivering and sneezing
Crawling on all fours
You’re a lifer
In a creaky old house
Hiding in your oubliette
Your dungeon is cozy
Your garment is of silk
The rings on your fingers (are) shiny
Whenever you turn around
His amber eyes stare you down
You’ve always on the run
Whenever you turn around
Your imprisoner is drumming his fingers
And stirring the sugar in his tea
His whiskers are unkempt and his fur is messy
His worn out tail is lying
Lying in wait
Whenever you turn around
His amber eyes stare you down
You’ve always on the run
Whenever you turn around
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4. |
The Never Ending Trip
04:20
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I take a bus to take a train
I take a train to take a plane
I take a plane to take a bus
I wonder where to find a cap
A cap to take me to some place
Where I can put my luggage down
Perhaps even go down and buy
A new kind of soap
I left for a never ending trip to
For a never ending trip to…
To take a bus to take a train
To take a train to take a plane
In my bag I’ve thirteen ties
Two bucks of cream to keep my face
A book to tell me how to eat
Another one to teach me how
To move and breathe, be self assured
I even have two or four weights
To keep my muscles in their place
I never forget to take
My 24-hour spray
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5. |
Les Hautes Solitudes
04:19
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Deep down deeper
I draw lonesome circles
I glimmer at dawn
Slowly prepare my weapons softly
I spread my tentacles
For a phosphorescent pressure
My poison is delight
Toxic are my caresses
In the dull darkness where I remain
I stigmatize my lovers
My wisdom is burning
Last flame of the ocean
Lonesome legend
Silent siren
Dancing the last dance
Promised to an end in shame
Gelatinous remains on a dirty dam
I waste my life in one last lightning
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6. |
Don't Shoot The Rabbit
03:49
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Here I am again
I was strolling around your home
I’m worried my sweet girl blue
Why do you sit here bored to death
Here I am to make
some pink bubbles pop in your mind
Get out of your pool of fear
oh dear my dear we shall be late
Here we are again
rushing down the magic well
just follow my cute plush ears
I’ll take you back into my maze
I hate to pick up your daisies so don’t shoot
don’t shoot my white rabbit I hate to pick up
don’t don’t don’t shoot my white rabbit
I hate to pick up your daisies
so don’t shoot
Don’t – shoot – my – white
rabbit I hate to pick up your daisies
oh don’t shoot my white rabbit I hate to pick up your daisies
so don’t shoot my white rabbit
I hate to pick up your daisies
My white rabbit my white rabbit
I hate to pick up your daisies to pick up your daisies
so don’t shoot my white rabbit
I hate to pick up your daisies
so don’t shoot my white rabbit I hate to pick up your
And sit down here with Alice
well come, take a seat, have a tea with the bumblebee
and an explanation with Alice
Don’t shoot my white rabbit I hate to pick up your daisies
so don’t shoot my white rabbit I hate to pick up your daisies
so don’t shoot my white rabbit I hate to pick up your daisies
don’t – I
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7. |
Time Is On My Side
04:38
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Don’t know how we ever met
why did I wear that silly hat
why did your silence kill my smile
so sorry but I did forget
I wake up you’re not there
and life seems light and bright and sparkles everywhere
so many ways to go
Sorry my dear I don’t love you no more
it’s just not like before
you’ve changed
Why should I stay true
I’m good without you
Don’t know how we ever met
why did I wear that silly hat
why did your silence kill my smile
so sorry but I did forget
Don’t miss your toothbrush your guitar
your morning breath your silver car
your dirty socks your arrogance
and your indifference
Sorry my dear I don’t love you no more
it’s just not like before
you’ve changed
Why should I stay true
I’m good without you
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8. |
Facelift
03:24
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Sunday morning
Streets are full of glass
I take my dog for a walk
10 o’clock, says the watch
A man stares at my paper cup
His eyes behind my back
Breathing down my neck
I drop my paper cup
There’s some leaking and soaking
Sunday afternoon
I cast my eyes around
The streets are narrow
City maps are spilling
From my pockets
Bathed in light
I walk down the street
Crow’s feet around my eyes
Are burning from the heat
My head is throbbing
My legs are weak
My breathing shallow
In the crowd of the walking dead
I’m a broken-field runner
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Girouette
07:17
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The Japanese cat stares at me
He smashed into pieces
I cover the window and switch
The channels in my head
The bus driver is taking his seat
You are paralyzed by the mouvement
The scenery is rushing by
While the clock ticking
Richtung : Ostdeutschland
Reveals the traces of my footsteps in snow
Wet from sadness and pain
Creating Il Diluvio universale
48 hours of Hungarian rhapsody in rain
Irány: Keleti pályaudvar
Crossing the bridge
Like the last survivors from the suicide
On a train to nowhere my hands shake
Turning the pages of a book torn to shreds
The image of the black-spotted dog
Howling in the night
The truck driver is picking his teeth
And counting his money on the countryside road
In the brightness of the street light
The eyes of the cow devour me
I take a shortcut to the end
I’m crashed into pieces
But the man with the moustache smiles, lights his cigarette
And the direction indicator is pointing West
The jealous Zephyr must be blowing his gust of wind
Monsieur le chat grins from the tramway window
And we balance over his head on a balancing rope made for balancing purposes at 35C sweating like chicken under the white veranda
I change the time zone
Jag skulle vilja vara en sköldpadda
som simmar i en finsk sjö
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10. |
French Cancan
04:23
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Marianne is getting sad
Trying to find out
How to spread her lonely legs
Anywhere anyhow
She tried the old fashioned ways
Quick shots and passion clasps
It lies
In her endless saturday nights
She suffocates in her tights
Baby can you fill my emptiness
She struggles against decay
Epidermis against time
Le corps a ses raisons
Despite of our distant smile
Despite of our detached style
We miss something
You can always play a record
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11. |
Self-Portrait
14:17
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My arms are heavy
My dark eyes getting deeper
Balancing helplessly
I stagger under the weight
Under the weight of what I am
What I’m becoming
I am lying, rolling and crawling
Rolling all over again
Trying to find a shelter in the bushes in Szechwan
Behind the trees of the Himalaya
Under the eternal rains of deserted cities
Where we meet our destiny
Weakly, on my own, I rise my boneless body
And observe myself, and observe myself clearly
In the reflection of someone else’s dream
And someone else’s nights become my nights
Someone else’s hands caress my hands
Am I dreaming or is your body still hanging on my back
Teasing me and turning me inside out
With a nervous twitch I collapse
Insecure and afraid I keep on tripping over
I should collect myself and continue
Haunted by the insipid smell of gasoline
I’m desperately seeking what I once found
In a dull sound of my shapeless cat-legged body
Feeling like a panda
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General Bye Bye Paris, France
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