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Ernie Ball
04:22
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Moses' noises
02:08
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Little Boy
02:18
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It felt so strange to die without seeing any blood
Without the time to realize how our bodies are melting
How our minds are bending
No one to stand over with greet or wave goodbye
We all died together all and none in the yellow flash light
It felt so strange to die without feeling pain
And we all stained the rain in the shadow of the mushroom cloud
And we were all standing
Pale, translucent and dumbstruck
Little Boy, Little Boy
You set the Moon on fire and shut the Sun down
Little Boy, Little Boy
All in the hands of a loveless mother
And your missing father’s laughing hard
Children have no mercy
And you were holding your fist down your pocket
The way that a man holds a gun
As your precious toys blew away
The heart of the Sun it is sinking and ringing
Once around my chest
Twice across my mouth to keep me from screaming
You don’t know what you’ve done, your mom’s back to the base
Greeted by soldiers dinner with the President
While you’re buried here in the air with us
When they found out your soul they used it in a Russian tractor engine
Made with stones and guns and bones that were left from the war
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Kitty Gut Salad
05:21
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Chloe salutes the stars
00:21
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Liza Lizard
03:28
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She squints so hard the world gets crushed between her eyelids
And she’s made of mascara and suspicion
And does her body look weird to anyone but her
She’s just a flyer for herself her own show
And like a flyer she always lets herself be blown
By the capricious winds of fame
Knees deep in her reins
Is all this talking done in vain
Liza Lizard you will go far
Unless you get to know what you should’ve become right from the start
You weren’t made for the show
It’s time you paint your life in watercolors on the shiny white walls of your room
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Maybe our voices must simply not be heard
Maybe we should just let ourselves feel all of the things that we stored
And be glad lost and dizzy and drunk as birds
In a windstorm
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The sock war
05:24
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Terror as usual, Albert
03:31
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Marbles sleep also
03:40
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Does your half-Swiss nose always point up to the skies
Have your black eyes always been so wide?
Or is it just my memory turning things a bit around
You must forgive me, I went a bit insane
Since your sinful Sun forced my remains underground
And this day woke up to find its head had been cut off
And all the people looking up as if hypnotized
At mazes drawn with unflinching hands
And airplanes dropping thousands of why’s
Did you even notice there were missiles flying off your eyes and into the blue?
But I guess everyone needs someone to play the double game so I’m not blaming you
And in this cage I can’t keep my thoughts at bay
I was promised heaven and miles of blue enamel space
So you know heads will roll teeth will fall
When I finally get out of this place.
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