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Sick Joke
06:09
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Sailing down in a leaky boat
A parachute with too many holes
I lost the combination
Of my own thoughts
Looking at a stranger who was my friend
Forgot where i parked again
Neither here nor there
Fairies playing lowball
In my head
Giving me all away
Like a dog without a bone
A gnome with a garden or home
Fumbling bumbling my way somewhere
Someplace
Somehow
Is the glass half full
Coffee too hot to swallow
Too many faces
Too little time
Whose sick joke was this anyway
My best friend is killing me
Slowly, piece by piece
My vision is gone
My memory fades
Who played this sick joke on my anyway
Everyday i find myself disapearing
Everyday i find myself away
Everyday i find myself dissapearing
Everyday i find myself away…
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The Narrows
05:32
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I wanna hear you scream
When our bodies touch
I wanna see you quiver and shake
Slowly turn to dust
I'll rise when you touch me
When your breath starts to heave
Pull your hair back, cover your mouth
To quell your orgasmic scream
I sometimes think back
To Caress Of Steel
Dean Man playing in my head
Over and over and over again
The Requim in my heart
Bodies are one…
Rain pouring down
Wind hits my bones
Metal and lights streaking by
Miles and miles from home
Over the Narrows I walk
Over the bridge to you
Open door smile on your face
One and one makes two
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It's a long, long road
And you said youd meet me halfway
I've been here three days
I haven't meet another soul
Makes me wonder somehow
Did you lie to me
Maybe you just forgot
Or maybe you're here, someway I'm not
So i'll sing to the open road
I might even cry to the wind
Hoping where ever you are
We'll meet up some way again
I wonder now I wonder so hard
Should I go another mile
Maybe I should just try
One more yard
Should I sit right here and wait ahwile
I looked in your eyes
I couldn't see the comprimise
Its just my head telling my heart
What to feel again
Maybe I should give it a rest
Maybe I should give it a rest
Be content and say we've had the best
But the road is long
And I've got to go
Seems I'm going it alone one more time
One more time
Its just my head telling my heart
What to feel again
Maybe I should give it a rest
Sometimes Sherlock doesn't have a clue
It's a long, long road
And you said youd meet me halfway
I've been here three days
I havent meet another soul
Makes me wonder somehow
Did you lie to me
Maybe you just forgot
Or maybe you're here, someway I'm not
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4. |
Loss Of Wonder
05:54
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It started up
simple enough
Hand in hand, pony tails
Blind Mans Bluff
Lunch in the school yard
Games in the park
Skipping stones
Hide and seek
From dawn till dark
Sometimes he still finds her there
Hiding behind the trees he sees
And sometimes she can feel him stare
The years went by
As they often do
Teenage life, a life in hell
They got each other through
A twist of fate
Took her away
He watched her as she went
A house packed in a little red truck
Out the window she wept
Sometimes he still finds her there
Hiding the trees he sees
And sometimes she can feel him stare
The best laid plans are laid at our feet
Are they ignored or are we just too blind to see
Signs after signs give way to science
Is there not a place
For dreams and mysteries
College years found her in Maine
Learning to make the world a better place
She found another and settled down
Had 2 kids, 2 cars
And A white picket house
Sometimes he still sees her there
Hiding behind the tress he sees
And sometimes she can feel him stare
The best laid plans are laid at our feet
Are they ignored or are we just too blind to see
Signs after signs give way to science
Is there not a place
For dreams and mysteries
He lived his life in a west coast town
Always had her is his heart
Playing music, in
Surrounding towns
We he heard the news
Of a plane going down
Mother of two, from his town
She had been found
Sometimes he still finds her there
Hiding behind the tress he sees
And sometimes she can feel him stare
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Pulverdingen9 Pulverdingen, Germany
Was bekommt man, wenn man einen singenden Multiinstrumentalisten
aus Seattle, einen
klassikbegeisterten Bassisten aus Asperg, einen
rockenden Flamenco-Gitrarristen aus Roßwag und einen fränkischen
Punk-Schlagzeuger mit schottischem Whiskey und viel Spaß mixt?
Pulverdingen9 ist eine erlesene Synthese von Klängen, seltsamen
Timings und nachdenklichen Texten jenseits des Mainstreams.
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