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don't step on what's wet
03:18
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our little helen
tries to gain a living
on the haberdashery
she can’t help but wonder
“Is my life beginning?
Will I stop this feeling?
While you drive me crazy
i’ll go wash the parquet
with those humble dusters
i’ll begin the cycle”
she puts on her apron
We call her “our darling”
she jumps on the wagon
and begins to rumble
“i deserve a bit
of nice consideration”
while you drive me crazy
i’ll go wash the parquet
with those humble dusters
i’ll begin the cycle”
our little helen
shows a sign of fierceness
on her rosy cheeks
and then she looks at us
she cries:
"please,
don’t step on what’s wet!"
our little leader
sees the night arriving
she’s done with the breeches
no more a saleswoman
she puts on her apron
with smell of peaches
“while you drive me crazy
i’ll go wash the parquet
With those humble dusters
i’ll begin the cycle
but please
don’t step on what’s wet!"
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the day before the meteorite destroys our soul completely
and there's no other chance to see what i won't see
i nearly won't resist the pressure over me
the list of people to rescue looks thinner within time
and soon i realize that i could fill a gap
i'll go and ask the man "who are the chosen ones?"
-i think you boys aren't underlined. i think you're not...
-NOT HIM! NOT HIM!
i can't resist the pressure over me
oh mother, tell me how it feels to be permanently unconscious among rags
i think your boy's not underlined, i think he's not...
not him... not him...
i can't resist the pressure over me...
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3. |
baby
03:57
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baby!
the bar is closing
but if you're lonely i'll keep you company
baby!
i'll serve you something
a can of beer, just like you like it: with a purple straw
baby!
you disappeared
with all that make up (a wax sculpture)
baby!
insanely melting
you left a trail of good pollution
where did you go, baby?
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4. |
harbour
03:13
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last night i played random
jem, he did what hand's for
man avoided glam-bore
sweet thing that i'm back home
great night in the harbour
i would skin the barber
michael pointless surname
he said "come" and i came
margot blonde girl rumbles
light turns white her black dress
great night in the harbour
i would skin the barber
i'd play greta garbo
run, run, ambulance! land!
black coat jack's brand new van
michael pleads to touch him
over his dead body
lay defeated darling
mary, tine and jolene
sandy says it's boring
janey asks who's going
harbour long left voicing
greta garbo's on me
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5. |
the wolf
03:09
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the ranges so craggy
they're gleaming with dust
glimpses of wool and
background in lawn
in goes the wolf now
well in the raw
morning awakens
covered in blood
i used to go wandering
the forest of love
people there banging
safe in the woods
each leg extended
trembling with lust
loudly performing
a concert of gasps
all of a sudden
the wolf comes around
well, according to experts
there's no such tramp
still all the young ones
fear they die fast
the wolf roars with laughter
and then he glides
everyone wonders
where he might hide
nobody knows it
no one but me
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6. |
medicine v.2
04:18
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i am walking fast and faster
to the place of my wise master
every weekend he goes after
rotten evils in the dumpster
but tonight he seeks no practice
"where ya goin'?" "too much asking!"
"i was bitten by this pumpkin
i'll be rounded by my casquet"
have you seen my medicine?
i must have left it somewhere..."
"you're no more a true magician
bottle's empty" "superstition!"
"i delivered all the liquid
to a shelter of wild hybrids
so i will have no psycho nightmares
keep on working on my labour"
"but you missed your medicine!"
"hope i find it somewhere..."
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bullies walked into my house
tied me up to the wall
bullies walked into my house
singing medieval tunes
furious mass was awaiting
gathered in the city hall
carrying torches with fire
holding a burst of laughs
through the mud i was crawling
leaving a mark of my own
i was dragged to the lighthouse
under the heavy fog
on the top i was judged for
being a liberal nun
after that i was pushed to
the jaws of the ocean
filled my eyes with the limestones
once i fell to the rocks
everything that i heard not
was the voice of my lord
from above they were watching
my breath fading away
out of joy they were chanting
we don't need you alive
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8. |
ouija board
03:27
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had a blast performing! feel like in a parade!
watching from all angles in the rear...
a shameful invocation awakes my interest, but maybe i'm expecting a hundred of those souls...
let's join hands and start the magic!
waiting for the glass to move to illuminate the way:
the energy is not well connected!
i'm singing to the ouija board but no one will answer!
ah, ah, ah, ah...
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9. |
female fire
03:08
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the female fire came to me
fired up my lungs i needed breathe
spreading through the space so selfishly
tried to burn the house i was born in
female lighthouse on the hill
bright sparkling rafters over me
isolated cabin in the light
was reduced to ashes in no time
fire on the corner, didn’t let me grow
went all round my body, then went off
and it’s night all the time, then i wonder
why the fire inside shines no longer
and my cremated brain still can ponder
cos i’m trying to shout each time louder
extinguishable fire, ran from me
crashed against the rocks, undid the print
then it disappeared against the wind
left my soul alone and unredeemed
fire on the corner, didn’t let me grow
went all round my body, then went off
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bandits
04:10
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bandits, bandits
i am dreaming
trying to steal it all
bandits, bandits
i do hear them
escaping from my call
bandits, bandits
i’m spitting
to their dirty coats
bandits, bandits
please don’t take my
little armoured hope
oh, don’t let me suffer like a fish out of the tank
i’m so poor i don’t have money oh please let me run
bandits, bandits
carrying weapons
trying to cause me harm
bandits, bandits
oh don’t threat me
now release my arm
bandits, bandits
don’t abuse me
let me be your pal
bandits, bandits
come now take me
you can do me all
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rotten blood
04:25
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when i grow up i'll marry
into the highest lineage
so i can display my power
to the eyes of the lower people
luxurious life is riddled
with handicaps that stiffen
that's why i'm trying to govern
with economic vision
the air smells of rotten blood
these are the lands i'm reigning
thanks to the lives i've taken
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12. |
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please marry our daughter man
she doesn’t argue, she doesn’t moan
please marry our daughter man
i won’t ever let her leave you alone
please marry our daughter man
we need the money, we need to own
but remember not to touch her please
don’t touch her ‘till she’s grown
please marry our daughter man
take her out to your caravan
you can cover her up with jewellery
i know she doesn’t mind at all
please marry our daughter, man
this poor family needs your help
please marry our daughter, man
oh i hope you pay us pretty well
please marry our daughter, man
for your god it's not a problem, can't you see?
give us all your money and get enclosed
on this never-ending labyrinth
please marry our daughter man
take her out to your caravan
you can cover her up with jewellery
i know she doesn’t mind at all
but don’t touch her ‘till she’s grown up
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you are about to discover
the best artist in your local area
and he's crouched way down, down the bushes
he will eat alive all he touches
don't you ever try to disturb him
unpoliteness heavily exploding
throw a tear of blood in the ocean
his smell and attack like the great white
or the largest dumb jellyfish in the planet
building a device that trespasses
your mind at its best and its phases
full of graciousness down his eyebrows
your life be everything but monotonous
he'll draw the world with his pencil-hair
bring me some talent with your terrific jaws
please come bite me with your terrific jaws
----
how could i travel up to space?
i'd build a rocket or a time machine
i'd grow a nice pair of shiny wings
i'd date a porn star or a priest
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14. |
trembling on my hands
03:03
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suckers! you might hurt me but i won’t let down,
now! i got a big project and I’ll get out of town
just a few more months and you will soon find out that
my revenge is a cold dishnot seen to turn out
oh you’ll be trembling on my hands!
cramping and starving like a soldier hurting
there’s been sent an electric storm to those in their youth
see the inner smile of my beloved the young king
you’ll be turned to rock by staring up to his mouth
oh you’ll be trembling on my hands!
suckers wanna fuck me but I won’t let down, you
turn your back to the disciples go and get drowned
creepy place of jokers leather should be legalized
science makes no sense for what I’ll find a new place
oh you’ll be trembling on my hands!
i can’t let it go
i can’t let it go
i can’t let it go
oh so much fury i hold!
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15. |
roots
03:53
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hand in hand we wasted the chance
to get rid of this mess
hand in hand we really got lost
in the roughest land we walked
i was looking for your blessing
When your teeth-knife looked so sharp
i should know I’m not a holder
you should know how to behave
words are lies that scare me
and my eyes are nearly blind
roots must be discovered
and I know I’m way behind
i am learning a new language
as I state a war on you
i’ll become a harder fighter
but I’ve got to admit the truth
hand in hand
When I’m up here in my bedroom
When I light a cigarette
When I’m thinking of my letdown
When I’m walking step by step
I masturbate on you
I masturbate on you
I masturbate on you…
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Ellen Gender Spain
Ellen Gender nació en la selva asturiana. Hija de padre minero y madre turista. Nieta de aldeana, sobrina de opositora y hermana de sanadores. Siempre supo que quería dedicarse a la paleontología pero desde pequeña aprendió que no todo lo que se desea se cumple. ... more
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