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A Major Prelude
01:18
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the gentle lover in a wifebeater
would never drink Coke at Burger King
he‘s a posh twat owning velvet suits
paying peasants for folding his laundry
the gentle lover in a wifebeater
loves all his lovers equally
although his afternoon orgasm
he gets from glossy vulgar real estate magazines
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
the gentle lover in a wifebeater
loves his dad to the fullest extent
but if propitious time comes
a gentle strangling may mark the end
the gentle lover in a wifebeater
wants you to cherish his legacy
alas! his greatest achievement is
his flamboyant smart-aleck sibling
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
if you’d be spiritual like the gentle lover
you could afford yourself a wifebeater
a bluetooth Dyson, Barcelona maisonette
and Thursday morning Vinyasa class
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
his hollowness could advise you in your toughest hours
for a vague suggestion, out of your emptiness and sorrow
the gentle lover, always bitter
would never never never beat his wife
still would be hung, drawn and quartered
if it were up to me
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3. |
She Made Millions
04:38
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choking on his gambling debts
her brother was quite a swine
that‘s all she knew
or just suppressed the rest
working for a dreadful bank
drooling on notes of fat loaded scums
pinched her zealous heart
overdraft is an utter burden
requires pioneering thought
which she had
oh, and that’s how she made her millions
if fictive loan appeals to you
she could get one for you
yes, she does
accumulating tacky paper
through howling cash machines
digesting wire transfers
in a seamless fashion
pretending to be uninvolved
she thought she could prevail
lord, was she wrong
overdraft is an utter burden
requires pioneering thought
which she had
oh, and that’s how she made her millions
a fictive love, just what you need
and she will get one for you
yes, she will
choking on mint Listerine
may be her only joy
that’s how it is in prison
strong intuition is what I lack
why can’t I be more like her?
instead I’m disintegrating
oh heavens, how will I make my millions?
I haven’t a clue; I don’t know
why can’t someone aid me?
you’re all underachievers; devoted apathists
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4. |
Teahouse
04:30
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in this low life
I've foreseen
they kept my spirit low
and those pills on my back
well I'm breathing
killing time in my pierced realm
as if it's so hard here to get ill
in this cold, odd, dire town
stopped at the teahouse down the road
"come in, we've gentrified!"
I met some liberals
they said I'm doing fine
oh, screeching sirens
oh boy, those tranquilizers
oh my
now I'm tired
how could I hold to this?
a fake leprosy? it's doomed
should have caught the flu
despite the ipods and the records
and the boutique medicine
seems I'm the only one here
that’s so hoarse
and if I had a gun
I would never rehearse for that part
I stare across the street at the hospital
’cause I truly adore the sound of
screeching sirens
oh boy, those tranquilizers
oh my, I tried to beg them
with my wit
enlightened imbeciles
oh my
oh boy, oh boy, oh boy!
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5. |
Filial Piety
03:42
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the finest of beings is probably not me
though it‘s irrelevant, your fate is sealed
your mother, she wasn’t very fair to me
dear Hodaya, you see
nuances aside, let us dip in the tub
take the car for one joint last ride
in the woods
rejoice
you see, I made the right pick for you
so rejoice
a splendid view to die to
little Rose is out of control
her mere existence forms a load
your mother and I, we’ve been through enough
and we’ve made up our minds
the river’s polluted, but the world is cruel
thank god, the bag is karma proof
keeps you pure
rejoice
you see, I made the right pick for you
so rejoice
a splendid view to die to
all the other possibilities are a scam
there’s no reason to believe the future is there
it may not be trivial for you to comprehend
but please understand
it’s not me - it’s the nature of man
well, so rejoice
you see, I made the right pick for you
so rejoice
a splendid view to die to
don’t get confused - now your love is due
and keep your cool - disquiet weakens you
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6. |
Finest Hour
03:16
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Sardegna Cologne, Germany
“Are you Iranian?“ was the first question David uttered when he accidentally met Barak at a DIIV concert in Cologne back in 2012.
“No, I‘m Israeli“, Barak replied.
A few years later, Jens was called in to mediate.
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