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I feel you, erratic dry pleasure,
But found my mind thinking round and round and round and round
Hot bitter taste, rare flat chested lullaby
I'd have made her happier tonight if I had not forgotten your advice
I didn't expect I would sleep here by your side...
I'm trying to guess me while my spirit is roaming outside...
Though you're pretty sure this is such a wonderful beautiful world
You drive back home and fear you won't ever reach satisfaction
You're doomed for the rest of your life, there's nothing left but lie down and sigh
You know you would not feel this way if you had not forgotten your advice
I didn't expect I would sleep here by your side...
I'm trying to guess me while my spirit is roaming outside...
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She talks naif velvet
Your ladies may tie me down
She is brave
Yeah, she’s the bravest
She sucks my thumbs when we stay alone
Darling, please expel them out
For I dreamt about
‘bout the little one
Yes she’s cute and hot,
Pretty embraceable…
And she walks asleep at night, all nude and glum
For all that tender care seems so warmful
It just slowly kills you
They’ve brought me closer
I can hear their sweet scratches and bites
Yes they are close
And getting closer
I can even smell
That sweat so sour
Please, dear, please embrace me now
Take me underground
Throw me underground
For I’m terrified ‘bout that little girl’s shake
Hope her elder sister could shatter her legs.
For all that tender care seems so warmful
It just slowly kills you
For all that tender craze seems so warmful
It just slowly kills you
It just slowly kills you
For all that tender care seems so warmful
It just slowly kills you
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Our palace in Ergosphere
07:12
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Drowned in some shoddy unconsistence
We've got two rooms which we painted yellow and green
And now they have run aground
Please let me in, think now it's time for reflection
and then we move
We hear the crowds
roaring outside
We lock the doors
Keep drinking tea and talking 'bout Nietszche
And the someday when we die
All the world's great men will join us at home
Upthere
Though there's no light in our tiny rooms
We don't mind. We see everything clear
All around
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I'm going inside
07:47
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I'm going inside
Throw my body away the jetty lights
My soulmate fell three floors down, then sang to the sea
To free will, to porpoises...
I can hear him haunting his red melodica,
Far away,
rainy looks.
Childish, not childlike,
Talking rude languages with gentle flawless lisping
We both had a crash.
I'm going inside.
I'm going inside
There's no newspaper at you bathroom.
I can't trust you
She's got pretty dark looks
She'll whistle twice, then dissapear
Then I drift off. She drifts away
But she didn't have a crush
She'll be the kind snowman
One thousand prisms, loud laughters, a witch on the witch-train
five only colours, a million scratches, gray hair and wine...
Adjacent names, ten authors, a cook, criminals and selectors
Where the hell is my carey comb?
I'm going inside
I'm going inside
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Spotless soul
Spotless soul
Don't get me wrong
I was overwhelmed by candle lights
and wavy sounds
It's getting dark
It's getting cold
Oh, my sweet right winged teenage love!
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Bovine decisions
03:12
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Hey, we are engaged,
The front line’s hidden out by the grey mist
Hey hey, let’s make your space
Behind the good men lines
With some soft drinks
Hey, see the exhaust dawn,
‘cause we have gambled for you in this rainy day
Hey, hey, our feet are sunk
In sand that smells of ozone and corrupted flesh
The bullets blow, the cries are off and I’ve wet my shirt and my blood gets thicker
My heart is bigger than my defense
I’m only sure this is my last cycle
Hey, hey, hey just look at you boy
You’ve got your knuckles white, for gripping your rifle
Run, run, run, run and fight for
Our people, for blondes and forests and lakes
The bullets blow, the cries are off and I’ve wet my shorts and my blood gets thicker
My heart is bigger than my defense
I’m only sure this is my last cycle
I feel this is time to quit hamburgers
The grease on your face
Has called for me
But, man, all my time
Is not for him
Hey, see the exhaust dawn,
‘cause we have bet for you in this rainy day
Hey, hey, our feet are sunk
In sand that smells of ozone and corrupted flesh
The bullets blow, the cries are off and I’ve wet my shirt and my blood gets thicker
My heart is bigger than my defenses
I’m only sure this is my last cycle
I swear this is time to quit hamburgers
The grease on your face
Has called for me
But, man, all this time
Is not for him
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Barely nice
03:31
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Before we go out I must tell
Ain't that kind of person that makes your day
I use to go mad
I might spoil your blaze
If you ever cry I'll hold you tight
And I'll try not to run
Someday we'll breath as one
Hangin' upside down
Upside down.
You may think I'm quiet, not passionate at all
That deep inside I don't care 'bout noone but me
But I swear that I'm ready to it
Yes, I swear that I'm ready to it
I swear that I'm ready to live by your side
And then maybe drown.
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Now, she is nude lying on the couch,
Gotta be quick before she gets asleep too
And how should I get through it? Her smile is melting down, I’ve turned unloaded.
I turn my head back to find the scene on flames,
I will be gone, the whole thing will be over
Then I might feel the prick.
Once I felt handsome, felt brilliant…
I had so much rhythm, I had so much rhythm that I deserved to die
I close my eyes and I wait for the stab
It’s all about football women and knives
This is not high enough for my high condition
It’s kind of bland, silly, not even a little bit strange
I become your local hero, but sooner or later
I’m blinded by the mere possibility of the blade
I close my eyes and I wait for the stab
Find nothing but football and women and knives
It’s all about football, and women and knives
I close my eyes but I feel rather unsteady
I can’t understand why I need that much time just to tie my shoes
And now she’s nude lying on the couch
I feel like leaning my head on, leaning my head on…
Take a breath, then you go back home
I close my eyes and I wait for the stab
It’s all about but football and women and knives
There’s nothing but fotball, women and knives
Find nothing football, women and knives
There’s nothing but fotball, women and knives
It’s all about about football and women and knives,
I’m sick about football, women and knives
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9. |
Miles diggin' redux
06:48
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Al Berkowitz London, UK
Al Berkowitz is an art-rock project commanded by composer and producer Ignacio Simón and based in London.
It was founded in 2006, when the Spanish psychedelic band The Inhabitants joined forces with American beatnick Aldous Berkowitz.
Over the last years, Al Berkowitz have combined strikingly original music with euphoric live performances.
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Ignacio Simón was Al Berkowitz's main songwriter and singer and this is his debut solo album
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