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Zombie
03:51
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It's light today and dark tomorrow / The blondest hair, the blackest sorrow / The sexual longing for a spiritual peace / Happy to find this earthly ease / If I weren't so weak I'd be frantic for love / For the piece of pale skin between the sleeve and the glove / For the parts that unite in hatred and war / For the happiness that leaves little soldiers sore / But a weakling I am and weakened I'll be / By the promise of you and the calm lies of me / By my disappointment and your hurting heart / the closer we get, the more we're apart / The further away she stays the closer she gets / As we float between the horizon and the lines of her breasts / It's the magic of glances and not the magic of words / If she gave me more than a smile she's only get hurt / It's the revelation of the obvious / It's the comfort of trouble, it's the love for the fuss / That keeps me staying here with you in weakness and love / That keeps me from the undressing ghost I'm still dreaming of
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Home Improvement
05:05
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Honey, the garden needs some cleaning / The little trees need to be cut back / Mow the lawn now, honey, will you / But let the hedges grow so the neighbours cannot peak at us / Dear, the house needs some improvement / There's some stuff broken in the back room / Will you please repair the things back there / Cause what can't be repaired will come crashing back down on us pretty soon / And when these things come crashing down / We'll be alone here in this town / There'll only be you and me / Oh what a nightmare, honey, what a bad, bad dream! / Honey, my children come to visit / I know you hate it, but be polite / Soon they'll be old enough to hate us / And then the world under our bell jar will be alright again / And when the glass comes chrashing down / We'll be alone here in this town... / Honey, the garden needs some cleaning / The little trees need to be cut back / And afterwards we'll die in silence...
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Best Suit and Shoes
03:34
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I will die from crying, and this is the ugly truth / And I will die from trying to get rid of these ugly blues / I got a restless mind, but I got a lazy body / And this is a contradiction that breaks my heart in two / I'm so very tired and still wide awake / And as soon as I get up I find it's already too late / To find anyone I like or anyone I fancy / And as soon as I touch them the little girls will break / And I feel so cold in my best suit and shoes / And I'm dying from trying to get rid of these goddamn blues / I turned into a ghost the day I settled down / And ghosts do not have such things as pretty homes / And now that this bed is mine I leave it empty and cold / Like the heart of the wife I left dying all alone / I will die from crying, and this is the ugly truth / And I will die from trying to get back my ugly youth / And I feel so old and tired and I miss love each time I try to aim at it / And this is a sadness that breaks a man in two
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Saturday Night Sickness
02:19
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The evening's a desert / Hot wind in my heart / While they were together / I was falling apart / The day was a nightmare / The night was a curse / And I drink and I take these pills / Whatever makes it worse / I tried to stay healthy / I kicked all them drugs / I dropped my bad habits / But my bad habits keep picking me up / The Great Indecision / Gently took my hand / And young skin in tight shirts / Was wasted on this man
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Dumb Happy Choir
02:42
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In the tower they're breeding idle talk / While outside the sky is clear / I step aside to let them rush by / There's a rolling thunder that I hear / There's a sweet song that they're singing / And they're coming from above or below / And I'd like to join them, the dumb happy choir / Leave this handmade sorrow and woe / Rivers reaching the ocean / Disintegrating in the sea / But these arrogant, useless fuckers / will never be able to touch me / There's a sweet song we're singing / And we're coming form above and below / And we're gonna get you, the dumb happy choir / is gonna bring you misery and woe
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We Celebrate
04:14
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And now the party's done and gone / And all our friends have gone home / The bright lights turn to a deeper blue / The victims left are me and you / The room is filled with the sweet smell of disease / Your skin is soaked with the sweet smell of disease / Your eyes are filled with the colour of disease / Your hair is dyed with the colour of disease / Your lips are painted with the colour of disease / The room is filled with the sweet smell of disease / And now the party's done and gone / And all our friends have gone home / There's no way to get out of this
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Is it easier now that you've settled down / And put an end to all the troubles in this town? / Is it easier now that you keep quiet / Keep your eyes down and don't speak of how, how you once shone? / Where do these wrinkles come from? Where has your laughter gone? / And those fucking big balls that drove you into the night? / How did the hunter disappear in the strangeness and the hate / In a room full of light, full of the skin of the young and alive? / Oh golden boy, oh shining boy / Back in the sun and the wind and the arms of a thousand angels / So tell me, is it easier now that you've killed all the magic? / How could you bleach out all the colours? How could you settle down? / You were golden once, and what you touched became so sexy / But I swear I could hear your prayer up from the wooden house / Oh golden boy, oh shining boy / Back in the sun and the rain and the arms of angels / How could you do this to yourself? How could you lose yourself? / Things seemed so bright once but now nothing's left of the game / Yes, it's easier now you don't feel no more / But I swear I can still hear your prayer up from the wooden house / „forgive me, forgive me, I've got to be going“
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Funny Girls
02:17
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It was still early when I left the show / Again I wondered why did I even go / It was too loud and the air was stale / And brimful with the smell of young female / And the funny girls were dancing... / It was still early when I left the party / Speedy girls and this man so tardy / With tired eyes and a goatish glance / Upon spring's unawakened dance / And the funny girls were dancing / Oh how this funny girl was dancing / And I grew older, I grew older / In an instant I grew older / It was still early when I got home / In this room so cold, in this room alone / Blood on my head and my itching skin/ And underhand the smell of death was creeping in / And my funny thoughts were dancing... / Oh Anna Dinky, where have you gone? / Left me all wrinkles and all alone / A tired, droopy, senile, horny gramps / A sad boy wishing for one final dance / With the funny girls dancing / With you funny girls dancing / But I've grown old...
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Smell of Summer
02:29
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The lights are low, the table's clean / And the rain is running down / I sit by my window / With a whole day to go / The air smells of burned gasoline / From the trucks leaving town / It's early in the morning / And still a whole day to go / The smell of summer's fading out / It's still too early to begin / Remind me not of what I'd lose / If I decided to stay / The sound of water everywhere / Behind the silence where I lay / Shining tarmac memories of footsteps with no aim / Autumn days, they pile up higher / Of years to pass and years that passed / and comfort's just a memory of a windowless room / The smell of summer's fading out / The smell of winter creeping in / Remind me not of what I'd lose / If I returned / The light's are low, the table's clean / And the rain is running down / I sit by my window with a whole day to go / The air, it smells of gasoline / Now the trucks have left town / A hundret thousand memories / And still a whole life to go
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Three Girls
04:54
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You filled up the ashtray in an hour or two / And I watched you as you were speaking in tongues / We'd stay here until the night was over / And we'd not need to be lovers to know we were wrong / Your friends were walking in and out / I knew they knew me, they knew you, too / The music made me dizzy, your skin made me cry / „I'm just a friend,“ I said to you / „Some men,“ you said, „they wanted me“ / I shook my head and started to laugh / Your naked skin and the flow of your hair / And this twist of your body was all that I got / I undressed you, your body so sweet / „Let me take a picture of you,“ I said / You nodded, and then you started to cry / These are the things we always forget / Believe me once and you'll fall for me / Before we touch I'm on my knees / Before we kiss you should not ask / Before the morning comes at last / Under the red light you spoke in tongues / We lit our last cigarettes in the dark / We dreamt and joked, I heard you laugh / all the way through Central Park / My head is aching now, my throat is sore / I closed my eyes for a second or two / my lips were longing for your kiss / The morning left no trace of you / Believe me once and I'll fall for you / Before we touch, before we're through / Pretend that I could be your man / Before the morning comes at last
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A Christmas Carol
01:49
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It's six in the evening, the house is noisy / But you want to listen to the noises in your head / They are familiar, they are family / They are with you where no one stands / This is your table and this is your glass / And this is your house, but the boys ain't yours / And they are pretending that your house is theirs / And the cat flees the noise and your trembling hands / Don't take the knife, you'll only get hurt / Don't take the glass or you will spill the water / Don't take the boy by his hand or he'll bite / And don't save your anger for later / There's this tall handsome stranger you hardly know / Telling some stories of faraway schemes / And he's roaming the house when every one sleeps / Doing your job and feeding your demons / It's been so long since you woke up drunk / And it's been so long since you woke up loved / It's been so long since you slept in peace / And it's been so long since somebody talked to you / It's six in the evening and they are still there / Disturbing your ugly christmas dream / They are familiar, they are your family / They are with you when no one understands
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SingSallySing Tübingen, Germany
Formerly a solo homerecording project, SingSallySing from Tübingen/Stuttgart is now a little Band, consisting of Karin (singing, melodica), Mayte (bass guitar) and Sascha (guitar, singing, stuff).
SingSallySing recommends:
Fishing for Zombliments
by Cyco Sanchez Supergroup
Because it's Sascha who's singing and playing guitar, and because it just kicks ass.
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Sascha plays rhythm guitar in this noise rock band. Loud, mighty, hot.
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Hazy guitars and upbeat drums merge together on this record from the Chicago music scene fixture.
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The Guitar Music of Wall Matthews, vols. 1-6 Sampler
by Wall Matthews
Tompkins Square present a nine-track intro to the gorgeous American Primitive stylings of Wall Matthews—soothing, rustic, and peaceful.
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No Other Love : Midwest Gospel (1965-1978)
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