1. |
The Lizard
01:46
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The lizard was brave
He lost his tail in a battle
And when his time will come
He will scream like the bravest of them all
Cavalry fled
And gunners went silent
But lizard remained
And faced the enemy alone
He raised his voice
He raised his rapier
The cannonball roared
And sent our hero to hell
The lizard was brave
He lost his tail in a battle
And when his time will come
He will scream like the bravest of them all
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2. |
Hangman
03:54
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Hangman by the gallows
is laughing Ahahahaha.
He's busy counting sparrows
And bunnies in a rabbit hole
A bone cracks in his shoulder
And heart pumps blood in muscle veins
He's busy throwing boulders
While rabbits freeze like movie frames
He once was young and handsome
He once was brave and bulletproof
Now he's a hangman by the gallows
Just goofing around and playing fool
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3. |
Midget
03:27
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Sometimes I feel like midget
Just dashing through the snow
Snowflakes seem like eagles
And I wish that I could grow
My heart seems small and simple
There's a letter in my hat
The stars eat shit and twinkle
I drew a flaming cat
Some words just can't be written
When the ink seems dull and sad
Believe it or not, believe it or not
It ain't that fucking bad
Hey, postman, here's my letter
Please take good care of that
I guess I could do better
But I just drew a flaming cat
ome words just can't be written
When the ink seems dull and sad
Believe it or not, believe it or not
It ain't that fucking bad
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4. |
Zombie
04:44
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Another head hangs lowly
Child is slowly taken
And the violence caused such silence
Who are we mistaking?
But, you see it's not me
It's not my family
In your head, in your head
They are fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head in your head they are crying
In your head
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, ei, ei
What's in your head?
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie ei, ei, ei, oh do do do do do do do do
Another mother's breaking
Heart is taking over
When the violence causes silence
We must be mistaken
It's the same old thing since 1916
In your head, in your head
They're still fighting
With their tanks and their bombs
And their bombs and their guns
In your head, in your head they are dying
In your head
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie, ei, ei
What's in your head?
In your head
Zombie, zombie, zombie ei, ei, ei, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh oh ei ei oh
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5. |
Griphons
03:03
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Burned in descent and in denial
Heat assembled griphons fade away
They weren't looking for trouble
They were looking for place to stay
This world is as good as the others
So let's start to pray
Heat assembled griphons ar here to stay
Heat assembled griphons ar here to stay
They weren't looking for trouble
They were looking for place to stay
This world is as good as the others
So let's start to pray
Heat assembled griphons ar here to stay
Heat assembled griphons ar here to stay
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6. |
Death in Circus
04:04
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Bitter emotions and popsicle dreams
Ropedancer weaving a noose for a queen
Humanlike faces eat flesh from a tray
Woman with mustache so happy and gay
It's a graveyard, graveyard
Of clowns from my soul
Poodles dance tango with their vagabond friend
They wanna be worshipped by the crowd in this tent
Women are cut in half by a sword
Children are cheerful and no one is bored
It's a graveyard, graveyard
Of clowns from my soul
Boy with a scissors and a girl with an axe
Plotting a murder and covering tracks
Animals scatter and run for their life
Penguins like brothers are incredibly high
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7. |
Birthday
02:51
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Cut the crap, let's cut the birthday cake
I'm getting older
Close the book, let's close the door to the world
They're quite annoying
It's fun, fun being
Fun, fun being with you
Let's trap the light within our words for a while
To keep our jokes warm
Cut the crap, let's cut the birthday cake
I'm getting older
It's fun, fun being
Fun, fun being with you
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8. |
Silent Path of Sociopath
02:32
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Wrong strangers, wrong faces
Wrong parties like hangman's laces
He's just a sociopath
He's kind to people on rare occasions
He hates a small talk, rather do a moonwalk
He's just a sociopath
Green streets and wind
Blue water's grin
Owls howling, but he's not alone
He's on a silent path
There's a friend in silence
Stronger than violence
With some scars healing
Dumbing his feelings
He's just a sociopath
Green streets and wind
Blue water's grin
Owls howling, but he's not alone
He's on a silent path
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9. |
Another Summertime
02:47
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I heard it's summertime
Trees burned to the ground
I'd like to have another drink
But all I hear is:
Birds are grieving for songs
Birds are weeping for love
Birds are grieving for songs
These voices have poisonous touch
I came here chained to the ground
Chained, chained, chained to the ground
But in a little while
My soul got unlocked 'cause these...
Birds are grieving for songs
Birds are weeping for love
Birds are grieving for songs
These voices have poisonous touch
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10. |
Just a Gigolo
03:30
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Kristaps Bakis Latvia
I've always thought that music is a three-dimensional thing.
I guess, I could even depict it on three axis mathematically.
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