1. |
Venus
03:35
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who loves you the most?
who loves you the least?
I was always the first
to fall at your feet
Venus
billions of years
have come and gone
and still your light
keeps shining on
Venus
I steer my course towards you
across the foaming waves
I lay my body down for you
inside the darkest cave
Venus
Sweet music seeps
into every room
and we all become
your willing pilgrims
Venus
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2. |
Gas Giant
02:47
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you’re a circle
without a centre
without a rock
to keep you in place
you’re a gas giant
you’re a gas giant
expanding in space
all of your moons
and your lieutenants
can’t hide your cruel inventions
we see through your defences
your rouge
and resentments
you’re a gas giant
you’re a gas giant
expanding in space
you’re a circle
without a centre
without a rock
to keep you in place
you’re a gas giant
you’re a gas giant
expanding in space
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3. |
Little Armadillo
03:32
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deep in the heart
of Texas
armadillos are travelling
day and night
through the flames
these creatures face
so many dilemmas
these creatures
can never be tamed
little armadillo
keep on going
through the flames
there’s a museum
of barbed wire
and a church
where they worship
John Wayne
little armadillo
keep on going
through the flames
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4. |
Canis Canicular
03:05
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canis
canicular
he carries the moon
between his jaws
the carnival
has come to town
the dogs are
howling
upside down
canis
canicular
Sirius
the dog star
dogs in packs
and dogs alone
they’ve found a star
to call their own
and the meat
is sizzling
on the bone
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5. |
Rilke At Warpspeed
03:07
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when the cares of the world
keep closing in
take a bowl of roses
and fling it into space
so the petals explode
outside of their globe
Rilke at warpspeed
Rilke at warpspeed
tell the angels to put
their bronze helmets on
cause he’ll soon be gone
at the sound of a gong
Rilke at warpspeed
Rilke at warpspeed
Rainer Maria
Rainer Maria
right to the end
of the Galaxia
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6. |
Ubu
02:22
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a crust of smut
crumbs under pink thumbs
long live our ruler
our guru
drum the drums for Ubu
the puns, the puns
are not enough
untruthful stuff
the Huns, the Huns
are far too gruff
drum the drums for Ubu
the slush, the mud, the murk
our brute who slurps the dregs
our grub who munches
through the cabbage leaves
our rusted thug -
drum the drums for Ubu
shrug off the scum
the fungus
and the drugs
let the unjust
bite the dust
let the dumbstruck burn
in their suburban slums
drum the drums for Ubu
drum the drums for Ubu
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7. |
Fear of the Furniture
03:24
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it’s not a danger
in any stretch of
the imagination
to be a stranger
in my own home
and let the taps run
I’m a submarine
I’m an angel
I patrol the bathroom tiles
mile after mile
I let the curtains
go up in flames
I’m a fire-fighter
I’m an angel
and I have no fear
of the furniture
I have no fear
of the furniture
the armchair
is out there
gathering the thunder
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8. |
Down among the Dots
03:08
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the sun was smeared
across the sky
in a thousand
coloured spots
I got up on the dot
on the dot of dot
down down down down
down among the dots
Volker has a luger
someone might get shot
he tried to do the polka
with dot dot dot
down down down down
down among the dots
femme fatales
and frottage
one big melting pot
throw yourself down
down among the dots
a bonfire on the harbour
someone might get shot
throw yourself down
down among the dots
our forebears
with the bear paws
never looked so hot
throw yourself down
down among the dots
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9. |
Mother
02:56
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mother of gardens
mother of fields
mother of forests
mother of trees
mother of flowers
mother of ferns
mother of moss
mother of mushrooms
mother of caverns
mother of fossils
mother of rocks
mother of walnuts
mother of mice
mother of seagulls
mother of footsteps
mother of shadows
mother of moths
mother of moonlight
mother of raincoats
mother of tunnels
mother of echoes
mother of turrets
mother of mud
mother of frost
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10. |
Arms of the Sun
04:21
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there’s a darkness
between my fingers
spreading out like ink
under my palms
I drift so far into the distance
far away
from the arms of the sun
all of the things I should have said
all of the things I should have done
now they’re just like
rocks on a driveway
I drift so far away
from the arms of the sun
there is a place where no one goes
all the doors are closed
and the kids have gone
I should put my headphones on
I drift so far
into the distance
far away
from the arms of the sun
all of the things I should have said
all of the things I should have done
now they’re just like
rocks on a driveway
I drift so far away
from the arms of the sun
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11. |
Eagle and Toad
03:20
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the eagle goes
where the eagle goes
and so does the toad
and so does the toad
the eagle glides
above the snow
and the toad is
far far below
on the open road
there’s a story
to be told
about the eagle
and the toad
so long ago
so long ago
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12. |
Thin Red Legs
04:20
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sparrows peck
at chicken bones
a crust of bread
in the carpark
his thin red legs
his pale heart
the sun is hot
it burns them up
his thin red legs
his pale heart
a livid stone
a twisted vine
he strides across
the painted lines
the sun is hot
it burns them up
his thin red legs
his pale heart
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13. |
Robots of Ill Repute
03:22
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robots of ill repute
gather in small groups
they lurk around
the shopping mall
and make rude signs
to boys and girls
robots of ill repute
take you on
a pleasure loop
but there’s
a price to pay
and they’ll leave you
destitute
robots of ill repute
wear the latest
business suits
but underneath
they’re rusted
and corrupted
there’s always
a circuit loose
and underneath
they’re rusted
and corrupted
there’s always
a circuit loose
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