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Hitch
04:35
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hitch
what I want
I put aside
just to like
what you do like
frequently
I compromise
I say one thing
but mean another
not to lie
but to save
the well being
of someone other
than me - I’m addicted
to recognition
but when expressed
I get upset
if there’s a hitch
I’ll make it all mine
then this old hitch
seems to have been mine
all the time
may I relieve you of your burden
I could carry it away
though I might not detect
a proper place for it to stay
my dearest ambitions
are not decisions
they don’t ever
let me be
they keep circling
all around me
just like flies,
but motorized
chorus
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spring cleaning in the wintertime
thanks kindly, for your interference
you put a crimp right into coherence
now, authority I gained , but who comitted
that minor crime, something, a loss, something implicit?
there comes a time when you’ll pierce through
my surface, you’ll be baffled, too
to see me like some others
like they do
since I’ve been accounting the past
I like the times that lay ahead
of you and everything you said
at times well solemnly declared
I like the times that lay ahead
of you and everything you said
few windows closed
some popped up latley
so, do I have the time for safety?
you do the spring cleaning in the wintertime
And feeding birds with sparkling wine
since I’ve been accounting the past
I like the times that lay ahead
of you and everything you said,
at times well solemnly declared
I like the times that lay ahead
of you and everything you said
chorus
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riding on the assembly line
crossing the poor men’s vacation residence
on my way to the citizen service center
I can see a wedding party next to the city hall
but who’s the bride and who’s the broom, I don’t see at all
two plastic tables, a cardboard box, some bottles of fizzy wine
everything a wedding party just needs to feel fine
eventually as I have reached my final destination
I make my way just straight ahead, past the information
you can feel you’re looked all over, all over from head to toe
and I just can’t exonerate myself from doing so
and I just can’t exonerate myself from doing so
riding on the assembly line
people stop and go and pass me by
riding on the assembly line
people stop and go and pass me by
a young girl with a headscarf on accompanied by her
guiding husband taking place in front of a spare counter
not to the pleasure of jealous eyes who blame you for your nature
why can’t we just abandon those thoughts on our creature
a few seats next to me on the right, I can see a hairless woman
and lots of wondering pitiful eyes asking for the reason
the display puts the waiting time for me now to an end
while all the other eyes complain about their remaining time to spend
chorus
glances follow me get up, they walk me through the door
my way home leads me to the city’s local park once more
where I’m asked for a cigarette, stared at by thirsty eyes
takin’ a break from looking at another broom and bride
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4. |
Instrumental
01:17
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5. |
Spots
03:10
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spots
hello dear, it’ s me
it ‘s been a while since you were near
how have you been, my pal?
I heard that fate’s been treatin’ you mean
you’re my favorite spot
in this place where there’re not a lot
of spots
that set alight your life,
help to abstract
day from night
they might get blurred
some other time
might disappear in space and time
might vanish to what can’ t be mine
hey, it s me holding line
I’m way too far from being fine
and you seem to be out of reach
as I’m willing to step into the breach
for you, my favorite spot
in this place where there’re not a lot
look, watch’em going out
they were just flitting ’round
but there’re new ones flashing up soon
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6. |
Positively Grey
02:48
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positively grey
a simple warning
would have been good
if accurately timed
but we’re not supposed to
linger on, sighing
saving some dying
now there’s nothing to do
but missing the hell out of you
and no time to kill
cause you’re gone from here still
but real gone not until…
you woke me up
now who’s waking you up?
who’s waking you up?
is there anyone?
one to run this job
paid nothing on top
now, there’s nothing to do
but missing the hell out of you
and no time to kill
cause you’re gone from here still
but real gone not until…
you were best at letting me
walking through something new
you’ll be remembered any day
painted positively grey
but for now, there’s nothing to do
but missing the hell out of you
and no time to kill
cause you’re gone from here still
but real gone not until…
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7. |
A Woman's Passin' By
04:20
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a woman passin’ by
a woman passin’ by on her bicycle expressing that she’s good
but most of all, I do perceive people who might have thought they understood
the art of being without meaning, without meaning, to it at all, at all
a perfect image of a crumblin’ feeling being ‘bout to fall
take good care
of the man you are
the man you’ll likely be
for the next decades to follow
let’s make ends meet
or is what you feel
all you feel
is that all you can feel?
the golden city holds some good examples of hand-holding species here
when they arrived, did they just find what there ‘s to find when you’re right on time
did they just find a suitful weapon to beat mr daily grind
taken for grantedness is creeping in, and it’s not inclined to creep out for long
take good care
of the man you are
the man you’ll likely be
for the next decades to follow
let’s make ends meet
or is what you feel
all you feel
is that all you can feel?
I like the shape of your back only when there is no monkey ’round to wear
I like the shape of your feet only if they keep on walking straight ahead
when you asked me about my plans and options, possibly all options included
I replied that I don’t psych me up for your death while you’re still around here
take good care
of the man you’re with
the man you’re easily without
for the next decades to follow
let’s make ends meet
or is what you feel
all you feel
is that all you can feel?
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8. |
No 92
02:06
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no. 92
in response to a song
I once adored
to which I
made you belong
but once is called all gone
I’m gone, I’m gone
you’re not the greatest gift
one of many kinds
you work the day time shift
but I, I work the night
You work your ego-trip
and I work this land
You switch the flip
but I, I flip the bird
in response to a song
I once adored
to which I
made you belong
but once is called all gone
I’m gone, I’m gone
respect was left alone
to be the odd one out
to be on its very own
now to turn to a different crowd
in response to a song
I once adored
to which I
made you belong
but once is called all gone
I’m gone, I’m gone
I keep you as my find
but not for long
got to rewind
to record
this first take smile
on my cleared mind
on my cleared mind
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9. |
My Life's Thicket
04:57
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my life’s thicket
I’m so afraid of heights
and things getting’ out of sight
I’m so afraid of speed
and turning into a case of need
but I’m not afraid of you
you could chop me through
and out of my life ‘s thicket
you won’t let me end up
like a ram that’s stuck
deep in my life ‘s thicket
well, I’m so afraid of stagnation
but even more, more afraid of cessation
I’m afraid of the day
when loved ones will pass away
but I’m not afraid of you
you could chop me through
and out of my life ‘s thicket
you won’t let me end up
like a ram that’s stuck
deep in my life ‘s thicket
If I could walk
the horizon line
back and forth
I’d be fine
but I can’t
and I never will
as long as fear
escorts me still
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10. |
Limb
03:44
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limb
I’ll rather be guided
than I guide myself
I wallow in comfort with my dreams
on the shelf
till someone sets the alarm clock,
and I wake from my slumber
and I reach for the snooze button
just to have a cushy number
but I go out on a limb
just the sea, further down
though I know that it’s thin
but I keep linger on, while sawing off
warnings there’ve been a few
before the shots met its target
though I did look’em through
I kept tossin’ and turnin’
like a wounded bull
and the barriers were low
with more behind than
met the matador’s eye
but I go out on a limb
just the sea further down
though I know that it’s thin
but I keep linger on, while sawing off
still go out on a limb
just the sea further down
though I know that it’s thin
but I keep linger on, while sawing off
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11. |
Overboard
03:59
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overboard
I can love you in a garden
and turn love into cliché
and I hate to hate to hate you
hate’ s not even worth its name
I don’t fuck for fucking’s sake
well, some exceptions excluded
maybe that’s because you like me
maybe that’s because you don’t
sometimes I’m afraid of women,
of how they look and what they say
and I lump them all together
in anticipation of cliché
overboard with all your money
and all your fake
your simulations
don’t fake no illness
it’s so transparantly revealed
you are here, but I’m there
I’m there, you don’t care
windswept, soaked right to the skin
towards the rising sun again
simplicity applied so rarely
in times like these we need it most
I’m so bewildered and astonished
but disconnect and take a bow
Chorus
I could be your
phantom pain reliever
I cannot replace those missing bits
degree, achievements I respect them
but not narcissm at its best
Chorus
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12. |
Hollywood in Paris
03:38
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hollywood in paris
back at my local retail store
the employees were taking stock
I bought the last carrots of course
to simplify their work a lot
not to the pleasure of two girls
who finally had to do without
carrots in their soup or where-
ever they were thought to land
but does it matter?
do things get better?
if one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, pleasure
i thought about our last two days
when paris felt like hollywood
cotton candy, white snow flakes
dipped into cerulean milk
beggars wrapped into reels of paper
with news that probably referred to
why they had to face their fate
in such a frosty, deadly way
but does it matter?
do things get better?
if one man’s trash is another man’s treasure, pleasure
I managed to get high combatin’
my fear of heights disease
from 50 meters way up high
Paris just looked sweet
not sweet at all the taste of sour
cream from a plastic cup
to see the world from upside down
means not to be on top
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