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Stamps
02:07
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Inky arms reveal a tale
Where I'v been the night before
I wear my stamps like battle scars
Countless checks on countless doors
Sunday morning revelations
Vanish not with soap but time
My conscience clears as stamps remove
From these inky arms of mine
Sleepy eyes to morning wake
Funeral the night before
My head will do nothing but ache
Say to myself what's it worth
(Chorus)
Search for pills in every drawer
Empty packets nothing more
Apothekes are always closed
on the days you need them most
Sunday morning revelations
Ibuprofin helps rewind
My conscience clears as stamps remove
From these inky arms of mine
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It's moving day,
The city rearranged
Furniture for free
Mattresses and old TVs
On foot or pedal, watch out for the metal
of the blue and white parade
It's the first of the month
and the streets are full of junk
Watch out for those two idiots
in a Robben and Wientjes truck
Haven't driven for a year
Can't turn corners while changing gears
Music too loud
To hear the screams from the crowd
On foot or pedal, watch out for the metal
of the blue and white parade
It's the first of the month
and the streets are full of junk
Watch out for those two idiots
in a Robben and Wientjes truck
If you see them coming, you better start running
If you're near that truck, you're out of luck
They're just two idiots
in a Robben and Wientjes truck
Yes they're two idiots
in a Robben and Wientjes truck
They're just two idiots
in a Robben and Wientjes truck
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It's 1990 and I'm gonna be on the cover of Zitty
You'll wish you were like me,
In a decade or so, once you've fucked up my city
If you think you're having fun now
You are wrong, before was better
Everything you've done we've done too
Now there's nothing left here for you.
You're a Johnny-come-lately
You weren't here when it was cool
You were still in high school
Why weren't you born early
Now the good times are over
Go home, sad and sorry
If you think you're having fun now
You are wrong, before was better
Everything you've done we've done too
Now there's nothing left here for you.
Low rent, cheep booze, punk life, Harz-IV
We'll make you wish you had been here
Happy now good times are over
Our memories can't be eroded
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The Shark
03:21
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Last night you lay crying in my bed
What could I have said?
A bottle of white, a bottle of red
Your medicine, your truth serum
Don't dabble in your mother's curse
Deceptive verse
My father's father's father
He dove into the water
Into the jaws of a shark
My father's mother's brothers
They fought against each other
In a war in the north
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Joel Alas Berlin, Germany
Homo pub rock.
Former No. 2 singer & guitarist from Skiing.
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