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Humana
05:44
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A heavy fight about the best for their child
The boy is watching from the stairs, he’ll cry the rest of the night
A man cuts himself off, until his friends are gone
Because he thinks of himself he don’t deserve anyone
Humana
Humana, humana, humana
She’s stuck to the grave, can’t believe they’re gone
Wanted to protect from the shots, her belief was strong
They throw rocks through the air, fire taints the night
It seems easy to forget; both think they’re right
Humana
Humana, humana, humana
Look but don’t touch
Touch, but don’t taste
Taste, don’t swallow
Laugh it up
Es
Humana
Jump from one foot to the other
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Parasites
03:53
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Parasites waiting to enter your door
Craving to take what's not nailed to the floor
Vultures politely wait for your demise
But parasites creep soon as a baby
Opens its eyes
Parasites!
Parasites waiting to enter the brain
Picking and nibbling on the thoughts that remain
And pissing and shitting for their share of the stain
Replace your tongue and inhabit your eyes
Call for invasion and steer you with lies
Poor little creatures won't make on their own
And maybe they hope to find what is known
You can feel it yourself from the hair to the bone
Unfortunately
They don't
Parasites!
Leeches that leave poisoned blood in your veins
Shed their creations again and again
Symbiotic natures are barely implied
And blood as replaced will innately
Never suffice
Parasites!
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3. |
Control
06:19
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She got a beating when her breathing was too loud
A day without a new wound would make her proud
All we want and all we need is control
She would abide all the sick things that went on
But numbed her mind with drugs, conceding “Something’s wrong”
All we want and all we need is security
Most of us usually dream of control
Bum badabada bum badabada bum badabada bum cha
She finished high school when her baby saw the world
Equipped with experience, she would teach her baby girl
All we want and all we need is control
That little thing kept being oh so loud
So, she shook her to shut up, her daddy would be oh so proud
All we want and all we need is security
Most of us usually dream of control
All we want and all we need is control
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4. |
Ratio
03:32
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Tom is an accountant at the age of 42
He lives with his family close to the avenue
Still he needs an hour to his job, what can you do?
Drinking keeps him happy, though his wife does not approve
He doesn’t beat her, nothing, he just stares at the tv
His wife gets screwed regularly; he just lets her be
You could call him jaded, but every now and then
Those pesky, darn emotions come, he wants to talk again
As he looks for his mother, but she’s away
He looks for his father, but he’s away
He looks for his friends, but they are away
He looks for his senses, but they are gone
Tom is earning well, but doesn’t know what to spend it for
His wife and kids have left him she said Tom, he is no more
This shell now, that he left me, I can’t love, I won’t pretend
He’s glad, ‘cause alimonies count to spending in the end
“I might just see a shrink”, he thinks, “those doctors cost as well”
And everyone says: “If I was you, I’d think, I am in hell”
Doctor says: “Alienation is a problem quite severe”
But Tom remembers what he found when he needed an ear
As he looked for his mother, but she was away
He looked for his father, but he was away
He looked for his friends, but they were away
He looked for his senses, but they were away
He looks for his daughter, but she’s away
He looks for his brother, but he’s away
He looks for his friends, but they are away
He looks for his senses, but they are gone
Ten times the effort, nine times the fun
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5. |
Getting Close
07:38
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We’re getting close
We’re getting close
We’re getting closer
Once, a lightning thought a tree was cold
A creature thought: “That’s a sight to behold”
And thus began the tale of sorrow
I get it, but we’re getting close
Someone was tired of chasing aurochs
Thought of his neighbors and became euphoric
Now animal tears are pouring
I get it, but we’re getting close
Let’s build the ultimate omniscient supreme machine
Let’s travel far beyond the iris has ever seen
If you try to contain me, I will hit your wrist and smack your bum
‘Cause what we are is just a glimpse of what we can become
Peasants sure were keen on news
Well, Gutenberg has the thing for you
Now information’s more tried than true
I get it, but we’re getting close
The Wrights squinted at the sky
“A-Wings are not that hard to come by!”
Now, we can drop bombs anytime
I get it, but we’re getting close
Let’s build the ultimate omniscient supreme machine
Let’s travel far beyond the iris has ever seen
If you try to contain me, I will hit your wrist and smack your bum
It’s only dignity we have to overcome
Gadget Man
Now I am
Become death
The destroyer of worlds
We’re getting close
We’re getting close
We’re getting closer
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Zooflirkus Berlin, Germany
The Berlin-based odd rock band Zooflirkus pondered at the beginning of 2020 about how to create music that you like, even though you don’t want to. Weird instruments paired with weird vocals about the wonderfully contradictory nature of humanity and its abysses are served on a blotted silver platter. Fun for the whole broken family! ... more
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