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Coins For Drink
03:59
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Something good is needed!
Maybe a new hat?
Or a colorful tie?
Likely coins for a drink!
I wouldn't wave my hands
Into the empty distant sky,
If the evil juice of happiness
Wouldn't get me drunk.
I'm ready to dance strangely!
Something good is needed!
Let me be very funny,
And I will wave my hands!
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2. |
Hot Drunk Rust
03:21
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I'm hard to guard -
I'm looking for trouble myself.
Stone corners and dumps -
My dark wet life.
I'll wake up still drunk,
Although city already sleep.
My shoes are wet -
This day cried for me.
My hands are shaking and
Falling on cold walls.
Give me a full glass of
Hot drunk rust now.
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3. |
Cold Wind Silent
04:26
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Would I be a wheel -
Would I be tired of roads?
How many stones and souls
I've got it under me...
Would I be a cleaver -
I'd be drunk on blood.
Your veins and bones
Cut into pieces.
The cold wind is silent.
Snow covers the fields.
Now my song is slow,
If only I were young...
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4. |
Saturate Me Now
04:08
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Any white pills -
Not a cure for my pain.
Only sweet tobacco smoke
This will calm my worries.
Not sweet pear at all
Will make sky brighter.
A sip of bitter wine -
Now it will change me.
Not this money at all
Will saturate me happy,
Only silence and void
Soothe my black soul!
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5. |
Just Mesmerized
03:11
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He's big, slimy and hungry.
He stares into my eyes.
Today I am food for him
I'm standing mesmerized.
Just my hoarse breathing
He hears my fear in silence.
Will he get drunk on my blood?
I got really drunk this morning.
Hypnosis of his eyes!
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6. |
Two More Sips
04:30
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My shirt is tearing,
Buttons bounce off floor.
Tattoo drains from shoulder
Like smoke from my tobacco.
Three weeks without sun
Under a black heavy sky.
Confusion in my thoughts,
And two more sips of booze!
I can't sleep.
Night won't take
Away from here!
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7. |
Dead Butterflies
03:49
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All that's left for me -
This is mush in radio.
Where is that confident voice,
Who will promise a sequel?
The last leaves are flying
Like dead butterflies,
Through the cloudy glass
I'm trying to see sequel.
I'm not completely alone -
I'm with a bottle of swill.
We listen together
Radio-noise of our sequel.
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8. |
Bullets Go Walk
02:26
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Today Beretta wants to breathe.
Yesterday she drank soft oil.
She will let bullets go for walk.
Mad dwarfs will find their target.
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9. |
Frogs And Worms
03:24
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Many creatures live in grass.
There are ants and bugs here!
I barely opened my eyes,
Waking up from dew in meadow.
Frogs and slow worms
Shit stuck on my face...
it was fun last night,
Although don't have friends!
Who left me in meadow?
Who carried me here from city?
I remember electric lamps
And dancing naked aunts!
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STUB records Amsterdam, Netherlands
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