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Blaha Lujza
02:28
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I can’t imagine you felt
this autumn darkness as I did
“that’s what lovers do” you said as we walked through the rain
in a drunken haze we’ve been lying in each other’s arms
am I still part of you or have I ever been?
searching for clarity
omission of words?
romantic disease?
like in an ode to this Eastern metropolis
in the corner, I had let you go
am I still part of you or have I ever been?
the most loveless love in the most lovely place
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2. |
Decoding
02:18
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daily ebb and flow of people, where you can hide
she may die, you and me will die unnoticed
the stage setting is set, in front of this backdrop life takes place
order in the detail, commotion on the whole
we are disappearing nameless while she is left behind
so many faces, so many lives rushing around
while I am slowing it down stuck in decoding
we are caressed, we are punished,
we have fought our personal war
fading away on the grounds of her past
we are disappearing nameless while she is left behind
where do you come from?
what are you heading for?
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3. |
Arthur Solmssen
02:49
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he came to this doomtown
a scenery about to go down
permanent midnight
so close to the great decay
living on both ends
how must he have felt?
seething souls
rolling thunder
close reflection of going under
in this explosive heat
in this funeral feast
only with distant eyes he could see so clear
deep-rooted anger
hazardous hate and fear
seething souls
rolling thunder
close reflection of going under
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4. |
Broken Frame
02:52
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when walls came tumbling down
he’s been wandering around
those streets that lost their grace - that lost their glory
train rides like endless hours
shared ways became separated
what does trust mean when it’s not sacred
old pictures running through
bright colours turning pale
seeking his own flaws – how can something right feel so wrong?
train rides like endless hours
shared ways became separated
what does trust mean when it’s not sacred
she broke the frame of what was called “a true love”
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5. |
Man of the Crowd
02:19
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through their soles the pavement precisely recounts
they see, they hear, they behold
well-disguised and lost in the crowd
pretend to be absent while eyes are wide open
she is this never-ending
chapters and letters are buildings, streets and cars
the eye, the journal, the archive, the judgment
as a stroller she gets self-aware
knowing her secrets, her temper and flaw,
elation and nocturnal calm
she is this never-ending
chapters and letters are buildings, streets and cars
so useless while still essential
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6. |
Foreign Matter
01:43
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artificial
leukocytes
illicit distillation
in natural laws
don't wrap me in blankets
don't need to be saved
the world falls to pieces
as I float away
living in snakes
slow decay
don't wrap me in blankets
don't need to be saved
push off foreign matter
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