1. |
The End Of The Song
02:49
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In a place with a house
And two birds in a cage
Strange diseases are crawling up his chin
He knows the end of his song will come
Eventually
In the morning i keep waking
In a dream of recurrance
It’s not me i’m just living inside
I know the end of the song will come
Eventually
All the cities everywhere
They keep glowin’ in the dark
They are flashing but their flashes will run out
They know the end of the song will come
Eventually
He keeps looking
For the world
Might not be round
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2. |
Too Much Dancing
04:13
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Too much dancing, too much dancing
Is bad for your head, is bad for your head
Too much thinking, too much thinking
Is bad for your dance, is bad for your dance
Here we go again, here we go again
Too much science, too much science
Is bad for your heart, is bad for your heart
Too much loving, too much loving
Is bad for your numbers, is bad for statistics
Here we go again, here we go again
Too much commitment, too much commitment
Is bad for your freedom, is bad for your freedom
Too much random, too much random
Is bad for your wires, will ruin your wires
Here we go again, here we go again
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3. |
Trash A Hotel Room
01:49
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You’re no one in the
Rock’n’roll biz until you
Trash your hotel room
With a bunch of freaks
Just set your bus on fire
Destroy two dozen guitars
Step on a couple of
Expensive mikes
You’re not a real rocker
‘Til you spit on my t-shirt
Drink while you smoke and
Eat while you fuck
You’re not a real rocker
‘Til you spit on my t-shirt
Drink while you smoke and
Eat while you fuck
Eat while you fuck
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4. |
No One Else To Destroy
03:01
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We passed by a lot of strange planets on the way
But couldn’t find anything in there
Maybe ‘cause there was nothing to be found
All the aliens seem to have flown away
Or could we say they were never really there?
Have you heard they found this sort of new world
It’s kind of near but let me tell you dear
You shouldn’t take so much of it for granted
We’re going down on an avenue of mud
But no one’s cheering, ‘cause no one’s there
So we’re alone, so we’re alone
So we’re alone, so we’re alone
With no one else to destroy
So we’re alone, so we’re alone
So we’re alone, so we’re alone
With no one else to destroy
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5. |
Goin' Up Comin' Down
07:46
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Goodbye earth goodbye
We’re leaving on a rocket yeah
Propelled by gas taken from cans of soda
We’re goin’ to reach for mars
‘Cause we can’t stand no more damn cars
Goodbye light bye bye
No more sun just cloudy skies
Let’s steal some masks from the shock police
Let’s take some sand from the shores of nice
We’re goin’ up
We’re comin’ down
Goodbye bugs and bees
We’re swimming in the plastic seas
Philip just wrote about the Survey Team
And Do Androids Dream Of Electric Sheep?
We’re goin’ up
We’re comin’ down
Goodbye size and measure
Trading dust for treasure
Goodbye size and measure
Trading dust for treasure
We’re goin’ up
We’re comin’ down
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6. |
Tiny Retro Organs
05:14
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I’m tired of these new folk band duos
With guys in long hairs and strange beards
Strumming old guitars they supposedly bought
In trendy second hand shops
In emerging neighbourhoods
Somewhere in New York or West Berlin
Flocking together with skinny long haired
And dressed in black girls
Playing some sort of ridiculous harmonicas
Into which they blow through a rubber hose
Something they call melodica
But sounds like a flat tyre drowning in a pool
And all their lyrics are so deep
They make me wanna kill myself
Over and over and over and over again
I can’t stand these introspective trios
Playing very very fluffy tiny retro organs
Singing in a kind of unaudible whisper
All sorts of incomprehensible words
That’s not necessarily such a bad thing
It’s just that i can’t understand what they mean
And all their lyrics are so deep
They make me wanna kill myself
Over and over and over and over again
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You say everything is perfect
But it’s not even funny
I can’t just sit beside you
Knowing that i might fall apart
I could be happy
We could have dinner I
Could be on television
Wouldn’t it be great except for
Gee I think you’re wonderful
But I am not that great
Just hold it could you wait
I’m not ready for much compromise
I could be happy
We could have dinner I
Could be on television
Wouldn’t it be great except for
I could get your perspective I mean
It’s not that you don’t have a point there
See I’m making a serious effort
But I can´t go on without second thoughts
I could be happy
We could have dinner I
Could be on television
Wouldn’t it be great except for
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8. |
Crashing Mercedes
02:00
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Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes
Piling and piling all airbags combust
Flashing by my side
Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes
They form the horizon
Obstructing my view
Flashing by my side
Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes
Scratches that ruin
The wonderful paint job
Layers and layers of crashing Mercedes
Their tyres get lost
In spirals of smoke
Flashing by my side
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9. |
The Size Of France
04:00
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I’m building a house
I’m building a house
On a big plastic island
The size of France
Just bought me an estate
On a big floating property
A colorful plastic island
The size of France
I’m coming to visit
I’ll be coming for dinner
Riding my big plastic island
Now it has grown
Up two times
The size of Texas
The size of Texas
The size of
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10. |
No God In The West
06:13
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We have no God in the West
We have no Sun from the East
Can’t buy no seeds for the ground
There is no God in the West
Don’t want no light from the East
There are no seeds for the land
We want no God for the West
There is no light from the East
We have no seeds for the soil
We have no God in the West
We have no Sun from the East
Can’t buy no seeds for the ground
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