1. |
Whom the Records
03:03
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Whom the records?
Whom the books?
Whom the dresses?
And whom the car?
Whom the photos?
Whom remembrance?
Whom the secrets?
And whom the love?
Whom the instruments?
Whom the beginnings?
Whom the underpants?
And whom the papers?
Whom the scars?
Whom the pain?
Whom the hair?
And whom the body?
Whom the exhaustion?
Whom the sadness?
Whom the loneliness?
And whom the love?
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2. |
Supergirl
01:18
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You think I’m brave and clean
but I’m just jealous and mean,
so go away with your balloons,
go and smile somewhere else!
I am just sitting here, waiting for…
This head, full of Angst
will pull you down,
so go away so that I can
stop fearing you do!
I am just sitting here, waiting for
the next bump on my head.
Good things don’t happen anymore,
well they do for you.
Everywhere are just closed doors,
open all year for yours.
I am just sitting here, waiting for
the next bump on my head.
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3. |
Under the Shed
01:36
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Cuddling with the snow,
flying from the bridge,
driving onto the pole,
falling off the ridge.
All the things,
all the things are merging.
I, I can’t,
I can’t see no sense in further searching.
Breathing out under water,
drifting off in bed,
scratched out of the blotter,
hung up under the shed.
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4. |
One Day
02:18
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I feel it in every cell,
I feel it groveling in my bones,
up to my heart,
where it destroys all I need.
I feel it in every cell,
I feel it groveling in my bones,
retching my throat,
taking the air to breathe.
Nothing can stop it,
one day it’ll win,
devouring me,
till nothing is left, till nothing is left -
than a tormented corpse!
I feel it in every cell,
I feel it groveling in my bones,
devouring me, devouring me
devouring me, devouring me!
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5. |
Ask Leonard
03:24
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All strategies fall into another,
no more chance to cover.
A setting full of trepidation
sends me out of operation.
Levitate, oh levitate,
Levitate, oh levitate.
Not crying, not smiling,
not relaxing, not fighting.
Levitate, oh levitate.
Nothing works just properly,
days don’t pass so orderly,
satisfaction is not possible,
life is much to versatile.
Levitate, oh levitate,
Levitate, oh levitate.
Not crying, not smiling,
not living, not dying.
Levitate, oh levitate.
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Pifia Records Asturias, Spain
DIY, non-profit label based on Asturies and Baden-Württemberg bringing out punk records since May
2012.
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