1. |
Graveyard Football
04:01
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In 1945 all the lime trees were bright,
Monotonous and dangerous was that monastic light.
We were just stone-hearted kids that only lived
In my heart, in your heart.
Bombs were exploding at a few graveyards –
As poor as we were, didn’t have a pack of cards;
Just played football with the white skulls of the dead
at the graveyard, the graveyard.
We just wanted to become gold diggers now
With a pure heart of hope protected by Pan Tau.
But we still played at the graveyard thinking of
Jam tart, Jam tart.
Surviving as an army of children football teams,
A naked, yawning Galicia of our broken dreams.
Hundred barrows of pork for those who won the match
At the graveyard, the graveyard.
Oh, you see it, like a bolt from the blue –
We gonna swim in a kind of aorta at night.
Oh, you feel it, it’s like a hot melt glue –
We gonna go back and fight, what we loved inside.
Oh, I see it, like a bolt from the blue –
We gonna blow them a kiss, we gonna kill them!
Oh, they’ll feel it, they will feel it, too –
We gonna show them, alright,
what it means to be abandoned...
In my heart, in your heart.
At the graveyard, the graveyard.
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2. |
Lizard Man
06:20
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Spin your tail, you lizard man!
Meet the crocodiles, greet them, shake their hands!
Join the reptile super zen.
Meaty candy horses from Japan.
Sell your eyes, you special man!
I wanna see life through your eyes again!
I’ll join the reptile super zen.
Meaty candy horses from Japan –
Red sleeping poppies of Afghanistan.
Blackberry jelly, fish bones –
Lizard man’s selling his eyes.
But first he’s dancing limbo,
Now let’s sing twice:
Ooh, would you do it?
Ooh, I know you do it
Insanity you never die!
Ooh, would you do it?
Ooh, I know you do it
Kiss your brain, goodbye!
Ooh, I’m a lizard, crawling at your feet.
Groove dynamics, play it on repeat.
Ooh, I’m a lizard, bouncing to the beat.
Spin my tail and nod my head, let’s bring it back!
Spin your tail, you lizard man!
Meet the crocodiles, greet them, shake their hands!
Join the reptile super zen.
Meaty candy horses from Japan.
Sell your eyes, you special man!
I wanna see life through your eyes again!
I’ll join the reptile super zen.
Meaty candy horses from Japan –
Red sleeping poppies of Afghanistan.
A sucker belly button, brain-pong
The lizard man is on TV,
Call now and get the ring tone
Get cold sucker tongue for free
Ooh, watch and dig it!
Ooh, I know you will
That insanity never die!
Ooh, watch and dig it!
Ooh, I know you will
Kiss your brain, goodbye!
Ooh, I’m a lizard, crawling at your feet.
Groove dynamics, play it on repeat.
Ooh, I’m a lizard, bouncing to the beat –
WEIHNACHTSMANN !
Spin your tail, you lizard man!
Meet the crocodiles, greet them, shake their hands!
Join the reptile super zen.
Meaty candy horses from Japan.
Sell your eyes, you special man!
I wanna see life through your eyes again!
I’ll join the reptile super zen.
Meaty candy horses from Japan –
Red sleeping poppies of Afghanistan.
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3. |
Stoner Flint
03:38
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You find me, speaking words so properly.
You will see that I'm a steamroller driver, wild and free.
Can't you see the rattlesnakes behind that tree?
Will you be my sweet 'n necessary kerosene?
You won't handle me with kid gloves
In dry landscapes.
I'm the shadow of Mister Al Capone
But you are the one that distinguishes
Between a bone and a fossil.
You find me, everything's done so easily.
You will see that I'm a strong man, poor but keen.
Can't you see what really hurts me?
Will you be my Saint with wings, my own honey?
Photosynthesis misses all plants
You wear a pith helmet.
Scorpions as scissors on the ways.
Holy clouds of Poinsettia,
I'm just a steamroller driver...
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4. |
da kommt der kleine mann
01:56
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5. |
Ruby Dub Duck
05:02
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In a city of rain and fog
Elegant like a shimmering gun’s stock.
People are swallowing their hot tears
Of crystal lights and surreptitious fears.
Mouth to mouth, they aren't shut,
Flowers of a colourful mysterious drug.
Gloomy crimes of an unknown beauty,
A land of waves and wind, of longing and duty.
Mother Hulda showers you with pitch and oil,
Dutch poetry written on shingly soil.
Girls with portholes instead of eyes,
A lonely patrol station as a place to disguise.
Here it’s hard to define who you actually are:
A sin, a ray, a junkie, flesh or tar.
Those who fight against the regimes,
Called ruby ducks, you know what that means!
You got some water, but water makes you dry
You got some water, but water makes you blind
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6. |
Dark Zebras Of Love
04:25
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I was free like corn,
Permissive was our way.
And now the permanence of storm;
A triumph in a twinkling eye.
We all have our seats,
Have a family to care.
Have a flattened body;
Characteristics of a worm.
Dark zebras of love,
In your buds I find peace and
All is kinda new.
Future airlines freeze
Your blood in a pulsating way!
Dark zebras of rain,
Your smooth buds are a shelter,
All is in between.
Hold me tight, embrace me
In this wet jungle!
I was like a stuffed chamois,
with cheeks of baked apples.
Red is the night of snow fall;
A triumph in a nature eye.
We all have our balm,
Jam-packed with ivy.
Yellowed books as a ladder;
Leapfrog in the woods.
Dark zebras of love,
In your buds I find peace and
All is kinda new.
Future airlines freeze
Your blood in a pulsating way!
Dark zebras of rain,
Your smooth buds are a shelter,
All is in between.
Hold me tight, embrace me
In this wet jungle!
Please show me asexual reproduction to survive
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7. |
Borracho
00:35
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8. |
África
03:04
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El zorro echa de menos la tristeza,
el leñador estornuda (juntos) con la nariz.
En las playas olvidadas muero yo,
el cielo soñará con el oro.
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9. |
Parrot
05:14
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Let me know, why the first man's gone
that once felt so alone.
Let me know autumn, spring and rice
that made me feel so alone.
The sailor's wife knows her purity,
love that she could give and get.
A lovely whore on a steaming ship,
in a dreary cage with parrots.
Let me know, why the first man's gone
that once died as a soldier.
Let me know the hot summer times
that made me feel so good.
The sailor's wife knows her purity,
love that she could give and get.
A bucket of water, a cod inside,
a little ocean on a ship.
Go your way!
Cold-blooded symphony --
Every sailor has his own coin box,
Coke's not for free --
Every sailor always needs the wind,
her purity, to be loved to be king at all.
Her purity, to be loved to be king at all.
To be loved to be king at all.
To be loved to be king at all.
To be loved to be king at all.
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10. |
schöne tiere ja ja
01:20
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11. |
Cocktail Aurora
05:02
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Would you like another drink, Mr. Barry White?
I prefer an apple juice
A good show tonight
Please would you come over
What colour is your ace?
Sit at my table
Opium, lemon, space!
Lions are drumming, clowns eating rats
Monkeys juggling bones
Sorcerers humming, children riding cats
Lizards juggling stones
Would you like to have some snow in your vodka drink?
Cant' you see me dancing naked, with this girl in pink?
Please would you come over
I'll bite your asian neck
Sit on my flamethrower
And plunge your claws into my back!
Elephants are drumming, hamsters taking meds
Barry's blowing his horn
Sorcerers cooking children with pirates hats
Red curtain is turned
Humming birds are coming
Nightingales humming and running
Circus tent starts to flow
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13. |
Arabic Scientist
03:43
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I clean my coat always at midnight.
My burqa makes me sweat like tigers die.
My face got it's workwear like a plague doctor in his prime –
That’s when people realized,
being healthy all the time.
I’m starring at a tree to remember –
My mission starts!
Being a godlike saviour –
As a bird or arabic scientist.
In an orient of financial times.
Citizens find jokes, holy rhymes.
I wear my fire-bellied workwear that’s when it shines –
South-american lightning
disturbs bad religion.
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14. |
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A black bus with tinted windows on its way –
The weather is wonderful.
All passengers are well dressed mood-dealers that smile –
He’s been following us for miles.
He’s just tailing us on our way.
He’s a mole with glasses and a cane.
He’s just observing us on our way.
He’s a little black animal shooting to fame.
We use to keep the guns close to our hearts –
That’s blood-red highlife in the mountains!
Mexican hats on cowboyish evil sun heads-
We gonna pickle your goose flesh!
You won't calm down, we’ve got a reason for you,
we are the night of your town.
Just happened that way, you play goods, we play bads –
The stars of the western town.
We want you down, we got a reason for you,
we want your town...
He’s just tailing us on our way.
He’s a mole with glasses and a cane.
He’s just observing us on our way.
He’s a little black animal shooting to fame.
We won’t let the mole hand us to the FBI,
we’ve got followers to feed.
He’s got rotating medals in his eyeholes,
just like we have coins on our eyelids.
You won't calm down, we’ve got a reason for you,
we are the night of your town.
Just happened that way, you play goods, we play bads –
The stars of the western town.
We want you down, we got a reason for you,
We want your town....
We want your town...
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15. |
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