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Red Roses Jam
04:17
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Red roses jam
is spread
on my bread
jelly feelings
are squashed splashed
by monster’s madness.
Red roses jam
it’s a persian flavour;
Too much suggary smothers petals.
Dead flowers away are now edible,
I’m chewing flowers and there are no thorns,
closed cap.
Fever on a beaver
on a sliver
in a river
I said
I said no more.
I’m a short and thickset fellow,
I’m not mellow.
I need a nip not to melt during naps…
Desquamation has started.
Mohawks, boldness and bondage,
do you really think it’s the right thing?
I don’t think so.
Spray me raw bergamot!
Drowning in raw red meet,
Madrugada teaches us…
Spray me raw bergamot!
Throwing away clouds,
you showed me a huge black hole.
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Try to be free with your wings
baby sunshine.
Try to be free with your feet
little puppet.
I saw you last night in the court
with the children
Childlike Chinatown
Baby I’m
I’m your shotgun.
Anyway we were ok on the ground.
Rise
back
on
me
Baby I’m your shotgun.
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3. |
Adam
05:11
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Today the fog is fussing us
you can cut it with a knife,
selling useless things is useless
only makes us move.
Mobilisation is the key
hidden totalitarianism,
invisible hands make us move
more fast
more fast!
More couches for your homes
more shoes for your two feet
more nails for Smith.
On the right I feel unsafe,
on the left I feel insane,
in the centre its ok
but not alright.
On the right I feel insane,
on the left I feel the same,
in the center Jesus cries
I need a change.
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4. |
Waltz Of Cakes And Ale
04:48
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I don’t wanna play your game
I prefer to stay away
From you.
With you.
On you.
In you!
Here comes the lady night
and you won’t feel afraid of wine,
Hhere comes the lady night
And you won’t feel afraid of
Wi-AH-AH-AH!!
If you cant have the barrel filled and your wife drunk
Lets eat the cake and hope it will be here
Isnt it?
cause
I’m tired of dreaming you know?
Staying up all the night!
Waiting the green light
and sing
Na na na na na na…
Feelings for you become better
if you don’t Talk anymore.
If you don’t Talk anymore
I sing:
Na na na na na na.
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