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Bonanza
03:55
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Bonanza. Silver tunes all over the dirty grin of time. Weary head, when I wake up on a white thin line. My hands are trembling, I have a codeine vein that you are walking along with a mink collared silver coat. I had my eyes on you, in the cold grey dawn. I had my eyes on you, when we kissed for a thousand times. Oh my dear, you gave me your magic. Oh my love, you are so, you are so tragic. Please don’t send me out of paradise, it bothers me and I’m afraid it might be creepy. (A)
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Missing You Too
04:09
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Missing You II. We injured and we pleased the days, I’ve never done more thinking than now. I never was right and I never was wrong, but now I am missing you somehow. I never was quite happy with you, I was dreaming of a romantic affair. You know the troubles in me, but now I find myself missing you. In this state of confusion, there is no solution, I shiver and shake, your help came too late. (F)
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Franzine
03:24
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Franzine. You grin beside me close in this black light. You changed all and all with such a poison smile. Stood there with my long toenails, stood there with my always screaming aches. Well you showed me all the things I didn’t know, no day no night just me and you, felt me at home with my head in the trash. Franzine, you got me tired, you got me wired, you got me wailing, oh prettiest queen. Well I’m wailing around, there are shadows on the sheet, this hot stuff is going to bust my feet. You know Franzine there’s nothing on the other side, you know Franzine, it was the cheapest of our lies. There are voices in the dark, there are voices in my head, there are voices swimming around my bed, frozen illusion in the middle of the night. Franzine … (A)
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Foolish Game
05:03
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Foolish Game. Will this foolish game start again? It makes no sense to trust in me, just because I want you at my balcony. Though I know it is poison you spread, I can’t get you out of my head. You little thing, you sting, for you I am going to sink. It’s a kakakaka, it’s a blablablabla, I want you here, I need you near, I feel like I could cry, die, die. Like a flat-iron hidden in a chocolate cake, this modest longing for you is a bad bad remake. You are deep in my debt for the tears that I wept, for the recollection of my thoughts and fears. (F)
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4 B
04:12
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4B (bye bye beat boy). I loved your black white hair, and thought of you like you are in a strange affair. Think you were really extreme, too thin, too young, at last a cold killing gun. Crazy beatboy. Your golden arm cried, give me more. The last time I met you down by the door with your black bag, a monkey neck, boy you were looking like sad stray cat. Bye bye crazy beatboy, changing colours everywhere, you’re on my mind. Sometimes you came in with your pale face, but a slashing grin. Why did you sleep alone, in this dark room, and a turned off phone. I knew exactly the time bomb ticks as you gonna watch the very first kick. You need to discover, wounded lover, last night, this night and all the other. Bye bye crazy beatboy. Changing colours everywhere, you’re on my mind. Sometimes you came in with a burning head but a slashing grin. Never knew what is on your mind, now I never will, you had many ideas. Been around, spending good times, gathered by friends, not hearing chimes. Bye bye crazy beatboy (A)
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White Lawn
03:57
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White Lawn. Watching TV, “A Stranger’s Kiss”, caught in a white house, trained by a white wiz. Around me some white girls, rushing up and down, offering some white pearls. Rubber hands, raging up blood, playing like we did in opaque mud. If you want to catch me, get me under key and lock, you must be a huge individual, wearing a sexy white smock. In a white room, I am waiting still for that eternal cry making me ill. This white fascination keeps working on me. Any imagination is given for free. (F)
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It's Alright
05:21
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It’s alright. Tomorrow morning is light-years away. Kicking shoes forgetting time. This is the night for our odyssey. Show me your soul, please let me taste, because the night is alright, because the night is on fire. Spending the nights, tapping on the tide, experiences made, but standing aside. This is the night for our odyssey. Stepping on a bridge and seeing me jump. All images are scenes of Crumb. This is the night. (A, F)
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Robin Goodfellow
03:56
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Robin Goodfellow. I meet you in the subway, looking through the window. Watching your behavior, changing your behavior. So you’ll cry for your savior. I am the tiger, I am the viper, crawling through your dreams. I am the nightmare, how much can you bear of your commercial screams. I’ll get you up, I’ll get you down, I’m here, I’m there and everywhere you’ll stare in my eyes, blood as ice. I will wrap up your brain, your crying is all in vain. There’s no way out for you. If you won’t treat me right, I’ll tenderly hold you tight, there’s no escape for you. (F)
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Barbed Wire
04:44
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Barbed Wire. Where I go, you’re voice is calling, what do I know, when anger’s moaning. When I go my voice is crawling, what do I know, when words keep going. Mystery in mind, no stairway to find. Black will be the colour of love, if grey is the colour of hope. When you go, a noise is whirling, though I know, I can’t stand no yearning. When I grin, it makes no sense, I don’t know, it’s just a fence. (F)
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Nothing To Lose
04:17
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Nothing to Lose. Full moon shines in my room, the fortuneteller is out of tune. No one beside me on my sheet, lost and forgotten in a dead end street. Nothing to lose in the dead end street. Rotten blanks under my feet, solid trash is a fuckin seed, night and day scrawling on the wall, cannot remember having stopped to fall. Nothing to lose in the dead end street. Reason is an arrow, that flies always close, the myth is the truth that’s in need. Lost and forgotten in a dead end street. Nothing to lose in the dead end street. (A)
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Back Again
05:26
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Back again. Naked nights, back again. Naked days, muggy sins. Naked lips are sucking tight, naked lips are kissing mild. Naked nights, back again. Changing lights, back again. Changing games, dirty dreams. Salty nights are back again. Salty delight is creeping in. Changing lights are back again. Drag me away, like in my shady dreams. Gaspy breath, back again. Gaspy words in an overloaded scene. No more desires, out of side, check it out, let it loose tonight. Gaspy words, back again. (A)
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For The Loser
04:00
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For the Loser. With a big smile on our face, we were crashing through the days. Spit around this black, black spite, feeling alright. Want to see the great confusion, want to sniff the big illusion, it was lightning speed, how we stormed through life. This is for the loser. With this rusty light in our eyes, we were smacking through the nights. Tilt over in this dark and foggy gap and did not find an exit. Threw away my burning brain, threw away my lipstick too. Turned around and got away from you. This is for the loser. Saw your soul in a preserving jar; hear you are still eating razor blades. Think you suffer from a short circuit without any fuse. (A)
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Ain't Got Anything
03:15
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Ain’t Got Anything. Ain’t got no job, cause I got fired, when I get up, I’m still tired. Ain’t got no tapes for my recorder. I won’t complain that’s not my style, I hope you’ll listen just a while. Ain’t got no money, I ain’t lying! I wrote you Jazzmine: my nerves are shot, shot, shot. Strange days in … have brought me down. I’ve always done, what I’ve been told, my toaster’s broken, now I’m cold. Ain’t got no shoes, ain’t got no clues. All the hours I have been so strong, you have been angry, now I am gone. You can’t always want what you get. (F)
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Mind Hotel
03:02
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Mind Hotel. There is a knife in my mind, a chainsaw in my ears. Well my eyes do what they want and sometimes I think they steal my tears. Ideas shoot as substitutes out of my bloody nose and my hair discusses at night the stuff and the chicks and the rusty light. But why, why do I think that my head is a hotel? Suicide cops lying in the hall, don’t know wherefore and why. Stolen pictures on the wall losing their colors and begin to fly. Captain Hook yells “cut the leash” and nails his hand on the foremast. I heard that story a thousand times. I know that Hook is washed from deck at last. But why, why do I think that my head is a hotel? (A)
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Rock'n'Roll Cowboys
03:30
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Rock’n’Roll Cowboys. (Not care about wisdom, it is a comfortable seat). Rock’n’Roll cowboys don’t lose their honesty. They are really smart boys able to show their teeth. They show you they are the hard ones, no will to compromise, no need to have compunctions. The connections are so nice. Rock’n’Roll is for cowboys, see them scream and yearn, hear them crying out their soul. We are not concerned. Beat, beat the rhythm. Hear, hear the beat. Catch, catch the glamour. Go, go for cash. Rock’n’Roll cowboys have the sweetest shady eyes, yeah they really understand to cheat and live with lies. Rain falls down like big fat tears, the sun shines hot and pretty. They are playing up to you, it’s a thousand pities. Rock’n’Roll is a mess, melting pot of ideals. Manhattan is the base of souls hidden behind shields. Beat, beat the rhythm. Hear, hear the beat. Catch, catch the glamour. Go, go for cash. You always may rely on them, go and steal the horses, and if they have not sold their souls, they will give you some endorsement. Keep the system alive, it is an easy greasy life, it is just a talk here, a smart word there. Beat, beat the rhythm. Hear, hear the beat. Catch, catch the glamour. Go, go for cash. (F)
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Tradition Is A Jail
05:23
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Tradition Is a Jail. All the things get crazy, the world turns really fast and all you wish for is living in the past. There is nothing I can grab, there is nothing I can feel. Well I love this moment, because nothing is real. Between these mystic dancefloors, between those burning sheets, exactly that is the place where we lovers are crying please. Vampires are twistling drainpipes, they are out of control. They want to sell their old fashion way of life. Can’t you hear them scratching on your door? Your brother, the local loser, he’s got a hole in his head. Your mother is still praying, that at last she could be dead. Your father offers you the bill for the last 20 years. Can you tell me how do you hold this out? Can you tell me what you’re fearing? Never thought that you are so stupid, what if that is exactly wrong, your smile your karma, like cheap sunglasses in the sun? Oh yeah and then you said that you remember better days in my head and in my bed. (A)
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Here the Beat ! Frankfurt, Germany
Here the Beat ! is:
Andy vox
Dirk guit
Ferdi bass
Mathias drums
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