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Phenomenology of Spirit
03:04
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Wake at 5,
and cry to the truth that hides behind the ad.
I try but still don’t understand the news on the radio.
Before you COMATOSE. After the death of a president.
You know, they’d never heard my name, and they don’t want to.
I have panic attacks that hurts my back.
When I have karmatose crisis, I think ‘let it go, let it…’
Jack of all trades, master of none.
With knowing that I must die once, I have the patience to endure it now.
Angels in a coma, dealing sleeping pills.
I can’t remember my own name and I don’t want to. I wait for my heart to skip a beat.
When I have karmatose crisis, I just think ‘let it go, let it…’
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2. |
Silence
04:14
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Waves knocking at my door
Once again you left the door open
The wind blows the candles out
I’m so hungry, hungry
Eating candies, sour beans
While you turn off ‘Billie Jean’
You ain’t the girl I write songs about
And no, I won’t sing the verses I don’t want to sing
The verses every girl wants to hear
The leafs are knocking at my door
I don’t want to talk anymore
The wind is my one and lonely song
And silence is the one I want to learn
rief could explain much more
Once again you left the door open
I don’t want any ‘sorry’ anymore
I’m so angry, angry
Punchin’ pumpkins, magic beans
Accelerate between the meanings
I try to write songs about
And no, I won’t sing the verses I don’t want to sing
The verses every girl wants to hear
The grief is knocking at my door
I don’t want to listen anymore
Loneliness is my one and only song
And silence is the one I want to learn
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3. |
End of History
04:54
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Even our dreams are lower than our expectations
I never thought I could be so fucking tired.
We think that we’re losing it.
They hope we speak about love, they hope we
talk about absolution but a blizzard is coming
outdoors.
That man can be a liar, that liar can be a thief.
A swinger who can cheat on his own word.
I think that I’m wasted.
They want us to speak about hope, they need
that we talk about revolution
‘cause a blizzard is coming outdoors.
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4. |
Last Man
03:20
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Burn the book
Book a flight
Fight for your way back home
Home of the brave ?
Braves aren’t welcome here anymore
You fucked love
I loved who you were
You laughed at death
You said life is a circle
But girl, I’ve been there twice and I never liked it once.
I lived in hell and I left it twice. A living hell ? Leave it.
I tried to stay above the ground but I’m leaving once again.
Draft first pick
Pick a stick
Stick it up your ass
Assholes can be a life changer
Bless them for what they’ve done to you
I hate love
I hate who I am
Can’t laugh at death
My life is a circle
Girl, I’ve been there twice and I never liked it once.
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5. |
The Lake
05:17
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Far off the shore, I swim until I can’t breathe no more.
For a lifetime loan, I rented a car with broken brakes.
Far off the shore, I swim until I can’t breathe no more.
Rotten to the core, I sleep though I can’t dream no more.
It’s been a year, since we went to our
nice funeral.
A beautiful year, I didn’t even cry at my own
funeral.
It’s been a year, since we came back from our
funeral.
A beautiful year, drowned into the lake.
Far off the shore, I swim until I can’t breathe no more.
For a lifetime loan, I rented a car with broken brakes.
Far off the shore, I swim until I can’t breathe no more.
Far off the shore, I swim until I can’t breathe no more.
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War dogs unleashed again
War drums fi FIlling the air
All bees disappear as one
No more sugar honey baby in my bed
We’re gonna win this war.
Ants, pills, climbing my spine
Sanctified holy economic war
Cockroaches smart as fuck
Too much horny babies in my head
We know our war chants.
Concrete beds, complete defeat.
Here we stand, facing defeat.
Behind our laptop, we’re gonna start a war.
War drums beating the air
War on drugs inspiring the heir
Borders disappear as one
No more sugar honey lady in my veins
We know our war chants.
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7. |
The Shelter
07:07
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While the golden gate bridge is burning to the ground
Air is getting’ rarefied again and the kings have lost their crowns
While billions of refugees are looking for a swamp
High degrees of lethargy urge the new accidents
I smile, I’m happy. I can see the forest for the trees
Watching the masquerades on the newest generation cell
Get drunk and celebrate the God of the new Amistad
The walls are getting higher built by dwarves and wishes of death
High degrees of synergy impulse the new Occident
I smile, I’m happy. I can see the forest for the trees
I smile on TV. I can see a future for you and me
Canned meat again… Lost and won’t be found
Lost and found, bound, rebound and canned meat again
Canned meat again, and canned meat again
Lost and found, bound, rebound, bound rebound, lost and found
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8. |
Art of Suspicion
04:40
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Calm down, kneel to your gods and fight like an Indian.
Alone, I am. My sister is an alien. My neighbor works at the NSA. Tranx 10 gives me shiver to my spine.
I was so fucked up, I failed the scheme…
On Sundays, I crave the sunny days. Apache on the moon days, on mondays,
I behave like a Banshee.
Calm down, kneel to your gods. Don’t be sorry you left me, tied to a pole, too lonely to be alone.
Calm down and kneel to your god. I wish I fight like an Indian.
Sleepy all day. Awake in the night. My bones don’t belong to me. I fake my feelings like the dad I don’t want to be.
I wish I fight and die like an Indian.
I know people get really bored with me so...
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UNSTAK France
UNSTAK was meant to be a funk cover band. But the guys had so much fun playing together and so much love for heavy, straight
forward rock song, it didn’t take long before they started to play their own tunes.
The point of their music is to capture complex structures and harmonies with a punk rock energy, jewelry in a metal case. UNSTAK delivers aerial melodies but heavy straight rock riffs.
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