1. |
The Castle
04:48
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Witchcraft
Heresy
Rulers
Slavery
Back in the days,
when we feared God
the plague and our landlords
We looked up to the castle
Back in the days,
when we were starving
but full of our lords
We looked up to the castle
Up there was a different species
They smelled different
looked different too
They spoke an other language
with words we don’t understand
Today the same species
are still up there
behind thick walls
They keep spinning the words
until we give up understanding
When we fear God
the plague and our landlords
We’re back to the castle
Worker
Slavery
Leader
Ruler
Deviance
Heresy
Feminism
Witchcraft
Up there is a different species
They smell different
look different too
They keep spinning the words
Until we give up
understanding
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2. |
Seeds of Glory
04:04
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In love with nature
let’s ride
(Donate your sluggish life)
Let’s climb
this jungle
Explore this world
let’s ride
(Antro!)
Donate your sluggish life
The spell
the depths, its dangers
The seeds of glory
are waiting
(Antro!)
Donate your sluggish life
Donate your sluggish life
The spell of nature
green and bold
Nature….
These mountains
the fields
this jungle
The seeds
Nature… open
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3. |
Pan
04:20
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Of every sin committed
of every lie ever told
of every act of blasphemy
There isn’t a single one I regret
Panman
He likes pipes so much
He sucks on bones all day
Satyr
Aleppe pape Satan
He is the devil self
Aleppe pape Satan
Panman
He plays the fucking flute
He sucks on bones all day
Satyr
Aleppe pape Satan
If you go to Hell it will be okay
He will show you around and play
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4. |
Radical Mistress
03:20
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Close all windows
barricade the doors
She comes in waves of thunder blows
Radical mistress
Radical mistress
Radical mistress
The sun is down
The road is clear
The rain is gone
Snow disappeared
All is gone
but she’s my girl
We mess around
and tear it down
Radical mistress
Radical mistress
Radical mistress
Close all windows
barricade the doors
She comes in waves of thunder blows
The sun is down
We burn the trash
We don’t look back
And move ahead
We mess around
and tear it down
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5. |
Glass Crown
03:49
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Delusional man drifts away against the stream
Without noise
he might not hear
whatever fills the air
He went away
took the filthiest current
and the clearest water above
He went away
took the filthiest current underneath
and the clearest water above
And when he came back
he was grounded King
And when he came back
he was grounded King of silence
A mantle of mud around his shoulders
and a crown of glass upon his head
He ruled over politics
cured his decease
and put an end to poverty
When there was no need for comfort, glass or silence anymore
he took off his crown
and bashed it to the floor
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6. |
Abduction Phenomenon
04:09
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A well designed spacecraft
free from this place
far away
beyond
In science in space
far away
beyond
Here I’m your friend come fly with me
Here I’m your friend w’re just the same
Friendship and lust are not the same
Technological wonders
lubricate like spit
You pulled me in
now lock me out
Friend
your shield
is scratched
Here I’m your friend come fly with me
Here I’m your friend I will take you home
Far away
beyond
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7. |
Scarred Fist
03:30
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Scarred fist
like brick
Scarred fist
hard prick
I stick it in Youw
I stick it in Youw
Scarred fist
I stick it in Youw
You know
Prick
You know what’s inside
The death of art is the death of life
Art prick
Scarred fist
like brick
Scarred fist
hard prick
You break it down
You break it down
A million beats
a million times
A million beats
a million times
You know what’s inside
The death of art is the death of life
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8. |
Dimensions of Terror
03:34
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Man
I love your car
It’s a Porsche
isn’t it?
I’d like to kick Marina Abramovic
straight in the face
Social injustice
I feel like taken hostage
W’re filling the square with pain
Dimensions of terror
Dimensions of art
Dimensions of terror
I’d like to shoot
a star from the sky
One that has bothered me most
A major shit with terrible songs
is back in the ground with Tom
Dimensions of terror
Minimal art
Dimensions of terror
I’m climbing up
Dimensions of terror
Man I like your suit
I’m climbing up
Dimensions of art
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9. |
The Frame
05:02
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Two beams of wood
three nails and a gun
God
spread your arms
I wanna be free
to rock
The creations of humanity
are as ugly as your story
We can fix it with our hands
We can fix humanity
We can fix humanity
We can fix it without arms
We can fix it without head
We can fix it without sex
Two beams of wood
Three nails and a….
I wanna be free
to rock
I’ve got the nails
I’ve got the gun
Beams of wood
to fix a new frame
I wanna be free
to rock
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10. |
Wolfs and Fools
04:23
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Virtual disconnection and feeling disconnected
The bliss of some attention
frustrated by control
Wolves in pacts will hunt you
until you howl like them
The crows will call you from above
they’re aiming for your guilt
Unreal
the moon is unreal
The spider moon is cruel
and cold
real unreal
The spider moon
like crows in a net
Wolves in pacts will hunt you
(you howl like them)
and fools in a net
Virtual disconnection
The spider moon
you howl like them
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11. |
Ferrari
04:17
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I really don’t need regulations
I really don’t need a navigator
Close to me
around me
Mirage of neon red
I know where I belong
with you next to me
With you all over me
The freeway of things to come
I know where I belong
with you next to me
With you….
Close to me
around me
Ferrari
I really don’t need simplifications
I know where I belong
with you next to me
Ferrari
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12. |
Daylight Delight
03:34
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Daylight delight
This party is well over
We are near the end
and we will find a threshold
daylight and closure
darkness
This party is well over
we can’t be here forever
Between these lines and phrases
daylight delight
This party is well over
Time is running out
it’s running down my face
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Bic red Netherlands
Writing instrument Michael Leusink represents moods and sensibilities while medicated.
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