1. |
Alang (For John)
08:22
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I hail you, great ocean!
Oh tell me, will you be my brother?
I do not know your hidden destiny; everything about you interests me.
Tell me, then, if you are the abode of the Prince of Darkness.
Tell me if it is the breath of Satan that creates the tempests which whip your salt-water cloud-high.
You must tell me, for I would rejoice to know that hell is so near to man.
Your moral grandeur, image of infinity, you are more beautiful than the night.
Which the deeper, the more impenetrable of the two: the ocean or the human heart?
Old ocean, crystal-waved... Free-flowing tears well up in my eyes.
Thus, one last time, I want to hail you and bid you goodbye.
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If i was a ship
I would be of much grace
And the wind in my sails
Would be my lover
If i was a ship
I would sail through the storm
To carry a bread
To the great starving lands
Inside my wide chest
They would carry the stones
To build their temples
For gods long forgotten
If i was a ship
I would fight for no king
Any flag on my mast
I would turn into black
If i was a ship
I would rather drown
To never end up
On the shore of Alang
To never end up
On the shore of Alang
I would rather drown
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2. |
Superior
03:36
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The world is a
Hardcore lesbian movie
In which I am
A cameraman
Depicting the fun
The less they remember
About me
Is always
The better
The one real power
Of my generation
Is not hesitating
To penetrate
Every hole we can get to
But I always despised
The race to come first
On a backyards of our
Compromised sexualities
And after miles
Of walking wanking
Itching scratching biting
I discovered what I'd call
The simple truth
Love is overrated
And romance is impure
That's the way it goes
I'm absolutely sure
And I hereby
Denounce your love
To become
Superior
I hereby
Denounce your love
To become
Superior
Here I
Sacrifice my love
To become
Superior
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3. |
Olympia
05:08
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Girl
The night is young
And we are immortals
Let the raging august rain
Wash away our morals
Come into my arms
Push me down
Spend just this one night with me
On the sacred ground of
Olympia
Olympia
Lives like us should be depicted
In the story books
The ultimate collection
Of unbearable crooks
Men like us should be locked up
Inside the prison walls
But still our blood and sweat will stay
On the holy stones of
Olympia
Olympia
Now Olympia
She lies in ruins
And titans lie in graves
With a railroad thunder
Something always ends
I'll put an image of it
In my ark
I'll keep it down
In my heart
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4. |
My Body/My Self
07:18
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Why do I need my eyes
To devour the beauty of the world
Why do I need my teeth
To bite into the sweet meat of life
Why do I need my hands
To pull things closer to my heart
Why do I need my sex
To push myself into somebody else
Why do I need my tongue
To spit the evil truth into your ear
Why do I need my lips
To place the mark of me onto your skin
Why do I need my feet
To walk across the desert and the sea
And why do I need myself?
My body is the price I pay
To be here to be now
To be here to be now
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5. |
Alexandra Dancing
05:32
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I crawled on top of the world
And found my emptiness
I sat there all alone
Stars were my only friends
And as they dropped
On the ground to light my way
I grabbed my shit and followed them
And there I found her sway
I saw them fall
I saw them glance
I saw Alexandra dance
And in the naked light
I saw her naked skin
Her hands were moving up and down
Relieveing me from sin
I saw her clothes fall
Into the burning world
On stranger towns
Making things explode
I saw them fall
I saw fires glance
I saw Alexandra dance
I saw stars fall
I saw them glance
I saw Alexandra dance
And I will tell no more
And I will tell no more
I will tell no more
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6. |
The Ark
11:38
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I kept the silence for so long
You must've felt betrayed
I wouldn't hesitate to burn the world
But I just couldn't lift my hand
To catch
A perfect
Butterfly
Of
Moment
Passing by
And where should I move my feet
Where shall I lay my eye
What should I capture down
And transform into a lullaby
For a new
Generation
Of gods
The children
Who'll never
Grow up
Our mighty feet are crushing down the earth
Our shoulders are the pillars for the sky
Our mind is bloodied knife with which we cut
Our hearts are poisoned with eternal love
Which
We never
Had
Which lives
Inside
Our heads
So don't feel sorry now
As I steal this precious air
And melt it into crown
To put it on my head
For I am a whole
With this night and this road
I am a whole
With this light of this dawn
With you who hears this
I am a whole
With your skin and your bones
I am a whole
I am a whole
I am a whole
I am alone
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7. |
Bird of Prey
04:24
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I heard the call
I saw the symbol on a white
I took my shield and sword
And threw them both aside
I stand right here
I'm open and I wait
The time has come
To use myself as bait
The universe points her gun at me
And aims to kill
In order to survive I almost
Have forgotten how to feel
The emptiness
The everythingness
The colored bird of prey
Feasting on my chest
The violence
Of beauty of your face
The map of stars
Projected on my hands
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