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Amputated Memory (feat. Alison O'Donnell)

from Song Cycle, Or Music For The End Of Our Times, Pt. 1 by The Mañana People

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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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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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