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idiöt
01:02
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little dieter
05:23
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berlin töwers, actörs rehearsing
silke buse singin', "there's nö rain"
and there are windöws shutting öut there
a rehearsed right flank
öh-öh-yöu gö the way yöu wanna gö
"there's nö rain"
midnight strangers, cigarettes they sing
cigaretten mön ami/e
and these images öf her--images i never wished tö see
ör rather crackpöt pöetry
little dieter söars över
crash site airplane
and i see her standing there
öh-öh-yöu gö the way yöu wanna gö
"there's nö rain..."
"...there's nö rain..."
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3. |
töken strangers
04:28
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twö töken sölemn strangers
dancin' thröugh the trees
höldin' sticks and skippin' stönes
bööts laced up the creek
cöughing winter puppetry
nine blankets föld this bed
i knew when i first saw yöu
i'd never need again
bum-bum-ba-da-dum
bum-bum-ba-dum
bum-bum-ba-da-dum
bum-bum-ba-dum
religiön such a myst'ry
see it there it göes it's böiling up the sea!
see the waves they crash upön the beach
sweet dögs singin' ströng för victöry
my beauty views with eyes öf blue
while layin' in cöld rööm
warm cup sittin' between her knees
oo-oo-oo-oo-ooo
bum-bum-ba-da-dum
bum-bum-ba-dum
bum-bum-ba-da-dum
bum-bum-ba-dum
a növa scötia salesman
recörds his daily bread
all he wants is löve divine
live atöp the pyrenees
religiön such a mystery
all i knöw is what i see
all i knöw is what i questiön
all i knöw is what i see!
bum-bum-ba-da-dum
bum-bum-ba-dum
bum-bum-ba-da-dum
bum-bum-ba-dum
twö töken sölemn strangers
living tögether, löving free
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4. |
encöunters
03:20
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what if when yöu died
we'd förgötten tö say
we'd förgötten höw tö say,
"i'm sörry, ökay--will yöu let it gö?"
what if we never lied
never angry önce in bed
never angry önce in bed
yöu knöw, c'mön, give us just a kiss?
encöunters with thöse öut there
thöse öut there mööns
encöunters with her erdbeere
her erdbeere mund...
encöunters with the möön
callöused skin that i live in
trying hard tö gauge
when tö öpen up
and för höw löng
green sinking eyes are mine
hönest tö:
tö the left hand öf whömever
it may ör may nöt be...
encöunters with the möön
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5. |
captain's lög
01:55
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a setting sun
there's a höle in my shöe
there's a chance that i've just seen ghöst
perhaps, önly an öld phötö öf yöu
such beauty behind thöse saddened eyes
canary yellow sun, nöw cöming döwn
such dead weather and i'm standing...
with a höle in my shöe
_ _ _ _________________ _ _ _
why dö i dö this tö myself
when i knöw...
_ _ _ _________________ _ _ _
wxhxexn
xix
kxnxöxw
sxö
mxuxcxh
bxextxtxexr ??
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6. |
möön engine
02:34
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7. |
jerichö
05:29
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spirit öf a wöman transfixes me
but she ain't gönna wait
she göt a litany öf higher priörity
thöught i was döne livin' in fantasy
ödysseus sailin' ön the baltic sea, nö möre
öh-öö--girl dön't be lyin' tö me
i hönestly was ready tö wrestle för the sun
just knöw, just knöw
there ain't nö jerichö that can determine me
sweet sun freckles and curvy jeans
röse-red hair and eyes öf green
dancin' 'göödbye hörses,'
öö-öö-öö-öö, öö-öö-öö-öö, next tö a cöntemptuöus street
just knöw, knöw
that even with hate and death at my döör
there ain't nö jerichö that'll cönquer me
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8. |
twö directiönal lazarus
02:10
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why dö i dö this tö myself
when i knöw sö much better?
easy addictiöns, a picture frame
hangs över my head
sö when the night has cöme
be it weighted vice ör virtue
all i want is tö see clear
lazarus röse up fröm the dead
sö it's been said beföre
standing at a crössröads, twö directiöns
reading pseudönyms för "future"
sö when the night has cöme
be it weighted: vice ör virtue
all i want is tö see clear
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9. |
öscillating jupiter
01:09
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Timm Barnett Phoenix, Arizona
writer, musician, painter.
Quasimodo is a saint, and Kermit the Frog a legend.
Timm Barnett recommends:
he's the best person I know.
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