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Consider Me Jesus
03:10
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I’m loosing money, and I’m loosing time
so I won’t turn my back on you heavenly creatures
the way you look at me is undefined
so undefined that I can’t really say if it’s something
heavy images constrict my rhymes
so put the sun in my mouth and consider me Jesus
if you talk like that, I’ve been denied
but it’s a void, it’s a void and I’ll make it fantastic!
There’s still a lot of shit to do
another window to fall through
another cheap trick down the line
but I feel fine, I still feel fine
there’s still a lot of shit to do
and if I’m broken, so are you
I’m just a bastard, damned to life
but I feel fine, I’m only loosing this much time
I’m taking care of a vengeful man
he thinks he’ll eat the world and it made him sarcastic
I never bother ‚cause I know that I can’t
but I can ride a needle, just to paint you a picture
a simple truth in a simple lie
a tiny bit of everything in all that is nothing
a simple truth that will keep me alive
it’s a void, it’s a void and I’ll make it fantastic!
There’s still a lot of shit to do
another window to fall through
another cheap trick down the line
but I feel fine, I still feel fine
There’s still a lot of shit to do
and if I’m broken, so are you
I’m just a bastard, damned to life
but I feel fine, I still feel fucking fine
There’s still a lot of shit to do
another window to fall through
another cheap trick down the line
but I feel fine, I still feel fine
There’s still a lot of shit to do
and if I’m broken, so are you
We’re all bastards, damned to life
but we feel fine, we dance all fucking night
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2. |
Tar Pit Lounge
02:59
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I am the big, black wolf, down at the tar pit lounge
under layers of dusk, we can dance and rust
so push the lever down, and open wide
you know, Baccus stole my lighter, there on the other side
If I ever start to grin, drinking down the bloody soil
let me know
the air is made of booze, it has a suffocating charme
at my house
I know she likes a drink, at the tar pit lounge
just another shot of nails, nice to feel it go down
she takes all of her absinth, out of a monkey’s paw
she’s the queen of the rave, and the mother of moths
If I ever start to drink, without feeling anything
let me know
will the dead still cheer me on, when there’s nothing to consume
at my house
The rats are carved in stone, at the tar pit lounge
they nibble and they naw, at the frozen ground
the moon is breathing ash, laughing without sound
his children have no purpose, we are dumb and loud
If I ever call you up, without burning all my clothes
let me know
there’s dirt and there is fire in the collapsing lung
of my house
Down at the tarpit lounge…
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3. |
Kafka
03:32
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When I woke up this morning the sky in my window went black
And though I know I do not matter, I still realize there’s something I lack
When my woman heard me moaning, she told the kids I’m diseased
Yet, to see like a blind man is just what I need to feel complete
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s how Kafka felt, when he died
Feed this city to the magpies. You know, I never really tried
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what living feels like to the dead
There’s nothing worth doing, so I better just do nothing instead.
I do not feel like talking to my friends about nothing at all
All these words could ever do was to buy some time and dampen the fall
But I am a shallow man, grinding his teeth on a wooden tongue
And then I go out at night, asking: „Why are we still having fun?“
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s how Kafka felt, when he died
Feed this city to the magpies. You know, I never really tried
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what living feels like to the dead
There’s nothing worth doing, so I better just do nothing instead.
The only things that you remember are the things that I would like to forget
So please, go chase memories, while I piss into the wind instead
I’m going to bury myself in a crypt made of fury and dung
So the people can visit and ask: „Where did he go wrong?“
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s how Kafka felt, when he died
Feed this city to the magpies. You know, I never really tried
Yeah, I’m pretty sure that’s what living feels like to the dead
There’s nothing worth doing, so I better just do nothing instead and
Leave no trace
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4. |
Digging Coal
04:24
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They are digging hearts
Below the surface
With an iron lung
And a shovel of dust
The steel it pours
Into walls of granite
They never cared
All covered in mud
In here I am unknown
And my weakness shows
If I just take one more step
Maybe then I’ll be home
Digging coal
Running low
Digging coal
This infectious, outrageous, god-forgotten hellhole
The color of shit, and the rolling in the dirt
They keep me in shackles, the key is made of fishbone
And I
Complain about breathing-rights, irresponsibly revoked
The taste of burning rubber leaves me flat upon the floor
All we are waiting for: another crucifixion
While I am still digging coal
They are pushing carts
Along the railway
The flying sparks
Consumed in the dark
It is upon us
To find a meaning
In a menial task
And the tunnels run deep
In here I am unknown
And my weakness shows
If I just take one more step
Maybe then I’ll be home
Digging coal
Running low
Digging coal
This infectuous, outrageous, god-forgotten hellhole
The color of shit, and the rolling in the dirt
They keep me in shackles, the key is made of fishbone
And I
Complain about breathing-rights, irresponsibly revoked
The taste of burning rubber leaves me flat upon the floor
All we are waiting for: another crucifixion
While I am still digging coal
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5. |
Piece of String
04:00
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You cut me down by a couple of inch
I never felt so low
You took your blade and you cut my heel
I’ve never felt so shallow
Just let me have it, let me take back my mind
I just want what you took
I bought you presents, but there’s nothing you like
So you just waste my time
Just let me take my mind back
From that piece of string
Let me take my mind back
Yeah, oh oh
Oh babe, you killed my plants today
What did I do?
Sweetest dear, you even poisoned my dogs
What is wrong with you?
You took their leesh and then you led me around
In empty circles I sway
A dead raven in your pillowcase
The smell lighting my way
Just let me take my mind back
From that piece of string
Let me take my mind back
Yeah, oh oh
So even if you get back from the heavens
Even if you crawl out of your grave
Come back to haunt me with a spite
I’ll be ready for you that day, cause I
I got my mind back
Hanging from the toughest rope
I got my mind back
Yeah, oh oh
I got my mind back (Hang him high)
Barking like a rabid fiend (Hang him low)
I got my mind back
Yeah yeah, oh oh
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6. |
Poseidon Rules the Deep
06:18
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Keep your head under water
And raise your eyes to the sky
Mirrors alive with contortion
Reflect my fleeing mind
Poseidon, hear my name
For I’m your wisest son
Alive is the bottom of the ocean
And it won’t tolerate your tide
So keep your mouth filled with water
Crystals of salt pierce the throat
A harem of subcutaneous rivers
Will flow from me to you
I am Proteus, the swimmer
My tears weave through the grey
A distant longing keeps me floating
My home, you drowned for me
Poseidon, hear my name
For I’m your protean son
I’m one with the blackness of the ocean
And I won’t tolerate your tide no more
Hear my name!
Poseidon rules the deep
Nothing left but me
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Wolftananzug Münster, Germany
Do you like strange creatures kissing under fluorescent lights? Are you very much interested in telling people to fuck of in the most elegant way possible? Is the thought of listening to mainstream radio making you physically ill? Well, then welcome! You have found your new favourite band and it's us. Two dudes from Münster, creating the sound you've been craving. What a great day you are having! ... more
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