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Stay Golden
02:46
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Always just at arms length - always just out of reach
like a bad joke or a lesson - they try to teach
It’s a cruel game, when no one tells you the rules
stay golden pony boy - you have all the tools
stay golden, you can’t repair what’s broken - - - x2
every day you stand in line - for a little piece of luck
but it never comes around - cause no one gives a fuck
it’s a cruel game - when they know what’s in your your cards
stay golden pony boy - just hold on a few more yards
***
seems like first come first served
seems like this machine is broken for repairs
stay golden, you can’t repair what’s broken - - - x3
SOLO
seems like first come first served
seems like this machine is broken for ever
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2. |
Yoga Head Stand
02:51
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where is my jet pack - I’ve been promised and I used pay pal
the future’s a start up - following the great dismal
all hail the bot net - the Trump tower is still too tall
star wars comes in a boxed set - but my drones are way to small
to carry the weight of the future
and the promised land
and all of the hate on my news feed
relax with a yoga head stand : | |
we are plugged into jacks - for the next mosh pit bar brawl
download-able from the net - standby for an agent recall
releasing a new track - still not playing in the hall
buy better equipment - buy it at the mall
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3. |
Deconstructed Ground
02:59
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you take off
lighter than light
falling head over feet
into a colorblind sky
loosing your shoes on the way
don’t crush
into a murder of crows
head wet in the clouds
you see
sky is just deconstructed ground
we don’t believe in gravity
it’s such an outdated concept
nothing that is left for me here
we don’t believe in gravity,
it’s such an outdated concept
nothing to your left
nothing to your right
falling away from here
no reason
to ever come down
no reason
except it’s a little cold
up and away
rushing on thermic waves
you see
sky is just deconstructed ground
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4. |
Aliens on Mars
02:25
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The final man stands on a hill
starring down befuddled
What the hell is going on here?
The world has turned the wrong way
and dislocated from itself
in a cluster-fuck decline.
_You feel lightheaded and sick
water rising feet got wet
_when mountains melted into the sea
The earth a crispy toasted crumb
we’re losing pressure fast
the future sinking under a vast horizon-
And all the wise are going crazy
Who put the idiots in charge?
Hedonism on the rocks, baby
smiling zombies on the march.
Aliens on Mars
A drop of fuck it diluting
a sea of fuck it all
_ I’ve seen it on the news.
This was a total fail
why even bother
let someone else clean up the mess.
a rocket waiting to launch
the cowards way out
it can only get worse from here.
REF
And all the wise are going crazy
Who put the idiots in charge?
Hedonism on the rocks, baby
we’ll be aliens on Mars.
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5. |
Bad Habits
03:42
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a pack a day up in smoke
i bite my nails to the skin
dies irae on silver platter
while your patience wear thin.
sleeping too little or too much
wouldn’t hurt to drink less
binge watching redundant crap
panic feeds of laziness
I’ll ask a question
and space out while you talk
I get annoyed so fast,
I leave you there and walk.
Collecting habits,
is an old obsession of mine.
I could try to go cold turkey,
but who’s got the time.
Bad Habits
i feed bad habits
like they’re my best friends
we go hand in hand,
hand in hand
i feed bad habits
like they don’t count
my vices follow me around
and every time I promise
tomorrow I will change
you get your hopes up, I’m so sorry
tomorrow will be the same
and every time I promise
tomorrow I will change
you tell me it’s OK, you tell me
please stay strange!
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6. |
Clubhouse
03:47
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picture this
a room full of amplifiers
piled to the ceiling
your collection of comic books
you know all the dirty jokes
from my favorite TV shows
you’re the master of midnight snacks
and you’re never out of beer
brought your favorite mix tape
beat me in Mario karts round one
brought your favorite mix tape
beat me in Mario karts round two
this day shall never end
we just repeat,
where we started from
welcome to the clubhouse
very exclusive, members only
welcome to the clubhouse
super special VIP
welcome to the clubhouse
very exclusive, members only
welcome to the clubhouse
super special, you and me
you draw with magic markers
I put the posters up
we are the executives
in our little fan club
like sixteen candles
we are a teenage romance
stars and heart shaped stickers
and my very first kiss
brought your favorite mix tape
beat me in Mario karts round three
brought your favorite mix tape
beat me in Mario karts round four
this day shall never end
we just repeat,
where we started from
REF
this day shall never end (x4)
we just repeat,
where we started from
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7. |
Imagination Land
03:14
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Candy flavored jellyfish
flying through my dreams
sleep is a beautiful thing
or so it seems
A blue screen turns
into a million birds
fresh gusts of wind
sounds like your voice
dreams are a magical thing
and are my weapon of choice
escape to imagination land
no taxes, no chores
escape to my own mind
no frustration ‘n bores
‘Cause in my head
I’m dancing
moving to my own sound
Spinning fast
and flying high
and never touching
the hard hard ground
Imagination Land 99bpm, Capo in 1
What to do to stay here
simply closed the door
through the clock out of the window
from the thirteenth floor
Staying forever between my sheets
sun comes up, sun goes down
eyes are closed, R E M
sweet silence, no sound
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Blackflies Berlin, Germany
A Blackflies album would fit between Foo Fighters and Fiona Apple. Or next to Sleater Kinney? Stone Temple Pilots? ...This
is hard. Anyway:
Georg the guitar writes the music and has a big pedalboard he puts to good use. He's in a telepathic beat connection with his brother Jakob, the drums. Tobi hides extravagant T-shirt choices behind a bass. cy writes lyrics...and sings them.
est. 2013 Berlin
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