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Blood Brother
03:22
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Sorrow stones in my hands.
My forest is filled with fear.
All trees grow crooked.
Rabbits hide in the roots.
Now the beast has no vision
And no teeth for sweet meat.
I'm going to pet this tired wolf,
He's always my blood brother.
I tear my shirt to shreds.
They will drink my blood.
My trees grow crooked
And I run for my stupid life.
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Lost In The Past
03:47
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Will these prayers help me?
I don't know songs for God.
I drink beer – and Sun is closer,
And in my eyes only women.
I don't have anything to sell.
My memory is lost in the past.
I drink beer – and Sun is closer,
And let the boxes be empty!
The sly creatures smile at me,
And I'm writing a song for God!
This is not a tearful prayer,
And the words are confused.
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He Never Left
03:49
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Fast Mechanic nearby!
Trickster and manipulator!
Can I offer you a drink?
My blood or just whiskey?
The knots are all tied.
A knife can untie them.
What is there in me?
Only the dust of the past!
He dances in the shadows.
Trickster and manipulator!
I don't call him to me,
After all, he never left.
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Will these prayers help me?
I don't know songs for God.
I drink beer – and Sun is closer,
And in my eyes only women.
I don't have anything to sell.
My memory is lost in the past.
I drink beer – and Sun is closer,
And let the boxes be empty!
The sly creatures smile at me,
And I'm writing a song for God!
This is not a tearful prayer,
And the words are confused.
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5. |
Shovel For You
04:02
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Do you see your sky,
Looking up in despair?
My lips are salty and bitter –
Is it blood or ocean drops?
Bread crumbs are scattered.
A jar of Whiskey is waiting.
I used to be in search,
Now I fall asleep drunk.
Here's a shovel for you.
After all, you'll still need it.
Or I can walk you out
Look at the stormy sky.
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Fast Mechanic nearby!
Trickster and manipulator!
Can I offer you a drink?
My blood or just whiskey?
The knots are all tied.
A knife can untie them.
What is there in me?
Only the dust of the past!
He dances in the shadows.
Trickster and manipulator!
I don't call him to me,
After all, he never left.
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Sorrow stones in my hands.
My forest is filled with fear.
All trees grow crooked.
Rabbits hide in the roots.
Now the beast has no vision
And no teeth for sweet meat.
I'm going to pet this tired wolf,
He's always my blood brother.
I tear my shirt to shreds.
They will drink my blood.
My trees grow crooked
And I run for my stupid life.
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STUB records Amsterdam, Netherlands
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