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The mayor of my little town,
I wear my tights behind my gown,
they're all strung out
A prostitute spreading my legs,
giving every guy that begs
what you'd expect
It's her that I am following,
the object of my conquering,
I'm getting in
The darkest shade of blue is black,
the strongest ropes are for the neck,
I'm holding back
And when armies shoot at your buildings
and your screams are all in vain
your face will be showing among them,
sometimes pleasure causes pain (causes pain)
What is my role, what is my game,
I'm searching for a tailored frame,
one without shame
Our fates decided by our deaths,
our memories are inside our heads,
some wasted threads
We are alone, we'll always be
a million candles in a scene
that no one sees
And when horses pull at your body
and your screams are all in vain
they'll send forces to keep you from bleeding,
sometimes hardship has an aim
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A Satisfied Mind
03:50
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How many times have you heard someone say
"If I had his money, I could do things my way?"
But little they know that it's so hard to find
One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind
Once I was wading in fortune and fame
Everything that I dreamed for to get a start in life's game
But suddenly it happened, I lost every dime
But I'm richer by far with a satisfied mind
Money can't buy back your youth when you're old
Or a friend when you're lonely, or a love that's grown cold
The wealthiest person is a pauper at times
Compared to the man with a satisfied mind
When life has ended and my time has run out
My friends and my loved ones, I'll leave, there's no doubt
But there's one thing for certain, when it comes my time
I'll leave this old world with a satisfied mind
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It's all really messed up
have you guessed now? I've fallen from Grace
See, I broke the human oath
If all men look above
I saw the floor and noticed it's the same
Man, poor, poor man
turns his eyes as summoned by a gaze
There's something sniffing near my bed
I turn around and stare
It jumps at me and wells up on my face
Hold me close and see
all that burdens me
hold me close and see
the stoic's jamboree
It's all really messed up
have you guessed now?
I'm falling from the sky
The Universal Sigh
Time is the substance I am made of
Time is the pouring of my silence when I'm alone
Time is a buddy that forgets me
Time doesn't go by, it's me, I'm rotting off
The world, unfortunately, is real
And I, unfortunately, am not.
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Come around this place and you will find there's many things
Cities, hunger, traffic and the sound of marching bands
But the wonder awaits in the trees
Nibbling away on a nutty feast, in the shades, in the trees
Rats, bats, bugs and kangaroos are nothing but a plague
Tigers, sharks and crocodiles just wait for your mistakes
But the squirrel's untouched in his hole
Feeding the family, cos' it's gonna be cold, when the frost is all round
And when spring is knocking on the door he's waking up
Slowly sticking out is head now, yes he's waking up
Running down in a spiral so fast
Hunting for nuts, what a blast he has, when he does what he does
Come around this place and you will find there's many things
In your lonely hours here you can watch the dance
of the marvelous one in the pines
Leaving no trace of his path behind, when he does what he does
And I bet in Canada
In Canada (There must be a squirrel in Canada)
In Canada
In Canada (Got nothing to do with Canada)
In Canada
I bet they got squirrels, too
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Ain't this the show?
Ain't this the road we found
so insolently slow?
And yet we found it
Ain't this the show?
Ain't this the road we found
so carefully, so bold
and so astounded?
I'm gonna buy you a dog,
a good old Saint Christopher
to carry you down the road
with all those things I missed
And I'll watch you go,
the dog-headed monster
with my one true love,
going away again.
Ain't this my work?
Ain't this our poor old work?
An orphan of the storm
and we found it.
And ain't this enough?
Ain't this enough of all the pressure,
all the fun that we founded?
Deep within, judging by the way it looked,
guess you were numb and I was hooked
from slipping within all the darkness it ensured
buy you will rise and I will too,
forgive me, within.
I'm gonna buy you a dog,
a good old Saint Christopher
to carry you down the road
with all those things I missed
And I'll watch you go,
the dog-headed monster
with my one true love,
going away with my one true love,
going away.
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Hard On The Heart
03:39
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Let's get married baby here and now
Let us fool ourselves and make a vow
Let us watch ourselves grow hard on the heart
Let's cry out in pain and drown in shame
Lets us blame ourselves for finding someone to blame
That's just life and life is hard on the heart
The derision you and me enjoy tonight
is the reason we'll be kicking in our eyes
The computers that we still consult in vain
make us think that we like anal sex the same
Let's go out to crowd a different bar
Let us reach for something that's too far
Let us watch the stars get hard on the heart
Let's be ignorant to our selves
Let us build a house from empty shelves
Let us never cross our heart on the heart
The derision you and me enjoy tonight
is the reason we'll be picking up a fight
The computers that we still consult in vain
make us think that we like anal sex the same
But oh my god
Trouble comes
Oh my god
Trouble comes to us
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The Mañana People Bonn, Germany
Homemade freak-folk and psych-country curiosities, ranging from theremin-driven honky tonk smashers, zombie-themed electro- pop ballads and horror spirituals. The Mañana People's output manages to swing harmoniously between the gutters of experimentation and the comfortable lightness of pop music. ... more
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