1. |
Kidd Prelude
01:07
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No lyrics
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2. |
Two Orangeez
03:47
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roll over, sit
seek for food
watch me eat
diamond’s not fit
yes you can
never quit
you love to rape yourself
and I give you
unselfish help
leash in my hand
roll over
pretend you’re dead
glimpse through a dark cloud,
relief that wants to come out
dreary silence
repeat the beat throughout
world,
change the time
be myself
all your life
moaning and cries
will improve you disguise
you love, fear, respect
and the pain you neglect
so, it’s a fact
I’ll lust you until death
humiliation
the word that you must perceive
you’ll get your ration
just spread and I shall proceed
sweet vengeance, silver blade
splitting hairs for my mischief
blood spilled on my demands
covered for eternity
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3. |
Heavy
08:33
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midday of the night
and cry for help
followed the crying
salivating for absent dear and lost
something that was there
to be thrown away
cleaning what was not to be
eight seconds later the head
after accidental mistake
grown slightly larger
what’s your poison
that redefines you
as a four legged bird
walking on your wings,
claws in the air,
glue on your breast
didn’t give you away
its not all about the age
predisposition
to be in position
to be carried away
and not just picked up
by a crying man
you wanted to poison
aiming is a skill
when you don’t mind leaving gender
to live through the ultimate insult
something that you can’t understand
sleeping where you should not be
three hours later I said
wake up
its kinda getting late
I have to go
what’s your poison
that redefines you
as a four legged bird
walking on your wings,
claws in the air,
glue on your breast
didn’t give you away
its not all about the age
predisposition
to be in position
to be carried away
and not just picked up
by a crying man
you wanted to poison
with whatever is your poison
Flying is not an option
evolution stopped you
now your just a, vegetable
the only things you use
the only things you like
are the ones, that are, unusable
cannibalism is cool
but your skin's a bit too thick
I would love you, doesn't matter, that your bones, don't have holes
then again I have said
I don’t like your bone structure
maybe if you, were a child
and I was a little
older child
with my glasses, and a beard, on your shoulder
troubleshooting is
so easy
if you just try, to be mine, I will even, like you better
heavy
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4. |
Feetless
08:15
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harder is not rationalizing, though you’ve
seen all the possible scenarios
no place for one more new
it’s the fact no one missed since that
man next door let you sit on his porch
and left the window open
that’s how you knew what to do
climbing roofs gave a hint or two
soundless cry came through your eyes
half of which I can call mine
you can only feel what you cannot reveal
but not enough to breathe in pictures sinusoidal life
they seem to want to keep my blisters real
reaching implodes touch back through the wire
dancing without feet
king of the the dance floor
dancing without feet
hugging the dance floor
harder is not rationalizing since you’ve
seen all impossible scenarios
featuring your shredded right love
wanted more than forced selfishness
with one gentle soft caress
through a radiating glass
felt cold, but only for a moment
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5. |
Muriatic
05:40
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stretching the thin
adipose skin
orange
white
soft and compact
intact
jellified meat
hidden beneath
no one with
caress and feel
to touch and reveal
sweetness
real
absence of sin
within
adipose skin
sweaty and thin
repelling
sunshine can penetrate
through the crate
make believe
that you can live
outside
escaping the hide
leaving behind
falling down
waves from the shake
endlessly quake
from every step that you make
mistake
parting from crate
walking the glare
shame despair
sleep with soft skinny
touch
the eat with your wet greasy
life pretty
much better
taste with the salt
sweet and hot
loves you not
baked heart
digested
to survive that sublime acid touch
muriatic heart
recycled
from corroded pieces
convened in feces
beating from time to time
buried secretly
under solid fat
hidden from the evil feelings
that saying that it is beautiful
sleeping is why I am hearing the pictures
I’m trying to blame on my conscience is full
and the failure is making the feeling of realness
is gone
Gradual waking from faintness that covers
The image of my execution unusual
is fact that I have a conclusion I whisper it
through my eyes
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6. |
As Fast As Possible
06:28
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imaginary
but formally real
thinking time
is arbitrary
new stairway
at the post office
it has no stairs
172.17.48.1
213.137.107.209
79.101.107.1
212.200.5.77
as fast as possible
wheels cannot fly
they are slow
in your hands
not cheating is a virtue
but my arms are strong
your polaroid
is getting old
80.81.192.172
184.105.213.162
72.52.92.85
216.218.226.26
as fast as possible
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7. |
Play
01:42
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8. |
Four And A Half
09:02
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there is only one
only one way to become
there is only one
only one cause to live for
half a reason
there is only one
half a reason
only one out of four
growing needs a soil
for experiment that will be shown
one or two or three or four
you will have to find your own
once you have a decent show
you cant wait for the rain to fall
you must start with different chores
to irrigate the planting hole
first leg is reaching
second arm is grabbing
third arm is talking
soon it will shut up
fourth leg is reaching
third arm is kissing
second arm is wetting
four and a half
when the land gets fertile
that is sign for you to hit ground
products of your sweat and blood
satisfying made you proud
With a proper limb you start
the sequence that is shown below
you will find that planting seeds
is greatest kind of human joy
First leg is leaping
fourth leg is leaping
third arm's unzipping
soon it will all pass
second arm is pushing
third arm is pulling
second arm is wiping
four and a half
four again I’m now behind,
the second that I planted out
like cigarette I’m suckled off
happy but sad it all has end
Meaning of this is planting seeds
but pleasure of work keeps sanity alive
If nothing has grown from my little strive
in minutes will I be four and a half
four and a half
again
four and a half
again
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Spring and Youth Београд, Serbia
Spring and Youth are:
Marko Stojanović is The Vocal
Filip Mladenović on The Guitar
Darko Đurić behind The Drums
Darko Varga at The Piano
Ivan Vasić with The Bass
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