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Former
03:10
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Shell smashed, 427 on T.V.
It's a long, long flight and they want you to be
Brave, but now see you burned in the hills
Nightmares, institutions and thrills
Oh all these pictures in my head
I swear they want to see me dead
Oh all these pictures in my head
I swear they want to see me...
I'm seeing monsters in my sleep
I'm getting anxious when you leave
A trivial moment in the past
A fatal bruise and it will last
Oh all these pictures in my head
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2. |
School
03:14
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Reach out, speak loud
A hundred unknow eyes to scale
A hundred millions ways to fail
Let down, strike down
I've learned enough to know myself
I've learned enough to hurt someone else
Wrong time, wrong place
Sunny days they seem so long
Tell me what will I become
Here she comes
I know now that I can't compete
I know now that a heart can bleed
And I fall
Wake me up when
All these things have gone at last
All these times have come to past
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3. |
Pressure
03:15
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Hands cuffed on my back
Need the pressure in my head
Need the pressure on my bones
Tinfoil dragons, psychic stones
And you're such a pretty girl
And I'm such a pretty liar
See the postcards in your hand
See my footprints in the sand
See the children in the dark
See an ending when it starts
And you're such a pretty girl
And I'm such a pretty liar
And you're such a pretty girl
And I'm such a pretty liar
Need the pressure on my head
Need the pressure and the fire
Oh you're such a pretty girl
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4. |
Exile
02:20
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Moving out, a town so loud
On the ground-floor in exile
Change myself, become someone else
'It will happen in a while'
And did it happen so fast, oh well it happened so fast
Hanging upside down
In a park with a beer, have a smoke, have a chat
With a vagrant and a clown
(And they talked too much)
Stand alone, on my own
Craft sculptures out of the trash
Found my name in the blame
Drippy tunes I try to hash
And did it happen so fast, oh well it happened so fast
Cute and paranoid
Moving out, a town so loud
Funambulate above the void
(And I've lost control)
See me now, I'm getting out of touch
On an island in the sun
In a cave somebody left behind
To buy a bigger gun
See me at the rails, looking for a place
Aeroplanes fly through the skies
See an end in all, waiting for the fall
And then it falls before my eyes
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5. |
Lost
02:38
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Growing old, growing cold
With you
Bad luck again, a smile in vain
A stone
You know I waste my time
I've always wasted my time with you
No I never, ever
Think of you
You know I waste my time
I still waste my time without you
Missing you
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6. |
Birds
02:57
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I must make a move, found my teeth on the highway
Easy way out and a blues for your own
Stucked up in this madness, cloudy weather on my heyday
We can get along and I can be alone
Please come up with something
Waiting for that something
Please come up with something
Waiting for that something
I must make a move dirty deeds on the highway
On the backshore, on a mountain, in the trash
Found myself in the warmth of a sunday
Coal-dust covered lower rhine leave a blanket of ash
Please come up with something
Waiting for that something
Please come up with something
Waiting for that something
I can make a move, found my feet on the highway
Still undecided so I think about birds
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7. |
Blow
03:00
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Did you hear how the world just falls apart
See it clear now but must it be that hard
Can you feel me when I am losing touch
An ideal that bores me so much
(And here we go again)
Can you hear how the blood rushes through my veins
See it clear now, old burn marks and stains
Can you feel me when I am losing touch
An ideal that bores me so much
(And I swear by god it's killing me)
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8. |
Boulala
03:16
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Heat out – just a moment of truth in my mind
Heat out – show me something in life I can find
Heat out – pointless and broken – in need
Heat out – times it's hard to stay on my feet
And walk
Twenty-five stairs and I feel alive
And walk
Heat out – times it's hard to stay on my feet
Heat out – pointless and broken – in need
Heat out – show me something in life I can find
Heat out – just a moment of truth in my mind
Just walk
Twenty-five stairs and I feel alive
And walk
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9. |
Settle
02:35
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Shell smashed, get me out
I'm no longer in this airplane
On my cloud I'm seeing raindrops passin' by
And hit the earth in summertime
A simple tune, a simple mind
Is so confused – waking up
Spiral down – a frequent beating in my chest
Serotonin, synaptic cleft
Somatic cells – I just found something in myself
Shell smashed, pieces fly
I can see you from the distance
Passin' by – another day, another time
And I see you in evening air
A complex code, the complex shape
Of pheromones – washing up
Settle down – I'm seeing clearer through your eyes
Oxytocin, amino acid
Neural cells – I just found something in myself
Get away, get along she said
A glimpse of heaven in a godless world
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10. |
Olde
03:59
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Time's up now for your play
Flooded land of youth no need to stay
Too many waters
To swim
Expectations failed, don't speak and dive
The river floats to keep you alive
Too many waters
To swim
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Ädwud Cologne, Germany
Solo artist from the devastating outskirts of Cologne.
Everything was recorded at home with shitty equipment - that's the price you pay - but with a lot of devotion. <3
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