DEPRESSIVE AGE
Electric Scum
Electric Scum
I walk through the buildings of the capital hills,
walk through the sightseeing floor,
the escalator was filled
with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall
which spot the label signs on, on the wall
A blister infect is crawling out of the roofs,
out of the brain soups
and holds the white flag 'gainst the pain
In the amount of business and money instinct
lurks the most though and restistant brain
I asked every prowler that I met in our loose youth
They talk of disaster and band politic mood
I'm not alone in the desert of freaks in this town
as a long legged lowlive in my gown
Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum
Let us dive into 15115r1719p the crystal ball shine as pantomime
This is my yent, almost a design
Just the look in oneself can change the bad times
Let us dive into 15115r1719p the crystal ball shine as pantomime
This is my tent, just the look can change these rhymes
Cairo Crabat
In the synthetic chink
flows Retron the moon milk drink
Metamorphosis turns ravishing
Liquid waves guard the bowl
A star leads the Retron soul
Cairo has focused countdown to 0
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
(to merge all holy lines)
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as fast as hundred twisted light lines
'Round the planes movethe Cairo Crabat
as bright as the requiem of mars
Spiral staircases sit
in the Cheops pyramid
This ropes of DNA strive one way
Straight from the axis feet
up to the milky street
'til Cairo receives the o.k. repeat.
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
(to merge all holy lines)
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as fast as hundred twisted light lines
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as bright as the requiem of mars
In the synthetic chink
flows Retron the moon milk drink
Metamorphosis turns ravishing
Liquid waves guard the bowl
A star leads the Retron soul
Cairo has focused countdown to 0
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as fast as hundred twisted light lines
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
The navel cord of a moon's birth
Remember (je t'aime, taverne noire)
Hello my sailor!
I am married now and I write you from Lyon,
I drink no more,
I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since
you've been gone. My husband says he'll bring him up like if he is his own son. He's a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want.
Remember "Je t'aime, taverne noire". I see yet the snack
booth on your pants. I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.
His name is Jaques. He said this is mother's ring. Take it as a proof for my love.
And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs
Excuse me. Want you to know what's true? I've no ring
and there's no man. I need fivethousand for the abortion.
Please! Send it as fast as you can!
Remember "Je t'aime, taverne noire". I can't find the one
for whom I yearn. You know 'bout your hurting sailor
flirts. Pick me up like every comb you'd found in the dirt.
Remember "Je t'aime, taverne noire". I see yet the snack
booth on your pants. I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.
Like if he is his own son
Dancing, dinner, what I want
A ring and a wedding dress
French whispers in sweet caress
Teenage Temples
World war archives fill the offices
of the cold war parties to research
the psycho base
in the influence and cause they
need free young slaves
Teenage temples spread their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more
This is the film where the children shoes burn,
where the windly hills of clothes smoke
in the autumn rain
Once upon a time? No it's yet true today
High tech preachers shake their legs
in an ethic scene
New religions leave this ball
with pillar feet on screens
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the mechanic sting
and the wide wave phones
Teenage temples spread their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the mechanic sting
and the wide wave phones
Featherflute
Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing
Chemistry has boiled her strings
She said: "Built your hut on my wing"
Kilja is the bird who's catcht my fall
from a bridge with suicide toll
Now I try to wake her bride call
Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
can excite us and delight us like a double moon in love
Kilja writes a poem line in the sand
'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend
where a filter breaks the sunstand
Secrets in your ever changing suit
makes my voice to your substitute
'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute"
Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
can excite us and delight us like a cannon of the winds
Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
can excite us and delight us
Sometimes I wish to fail your cure,
then it's jealousy what rules
'cause your bride call
would pull a charming bird into your urge
Toyland Hills
I see the hiding places in the laundry yard
and a sunny day to play
We were the key kids in the T-block city part
but where are they today?
I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods
but 'bout the toy land hills
in our local scrap place area
where fancy ruled our skills
Motors, bicycles, radios
We gave the things new forms
Strange vehicles on concrete
The matter was reborn
I recognize two eyes behind the window pane
in the block in front of this
They look like my first love, like waiting on a train
I feel she sends a kiss
I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods
but 'bout the dream land hills
in our local scrap place area
where fancy ruled our skills
Cases, candles and board walls
The wedding cave was formed
First embraces and shy lips
A new instinct was born
Strange vibrations for concrete
We gave the things new forms
Strange vibrations for concrete
The matter was reborn
New Machine Wisdom
Liquid A to A to Geymour K
Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q
Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P
Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to:
New machine wisdom
A cocaine spirit system
Million dollar stories and headlines
Reporter screams ask the machines
'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams
and 'bout love instincts
Media term point, term point live in Bern
The museums of technics, robots get their food
Drug chips are their software, they spell Geymour K
Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to:
New machine wisdom
A cocaine spirit system
Million dollar stories and headlines
Reporter screams ask the machines
'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams
and 'bout love instincts
Liquid A to A to Geymour K
Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q
Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P
Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to:
New machine wisdom
A cocaine spirit system
Million dollar stories and headlines
Reporter screams ask the machines
'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams
and 'bout love instincts
Give me the pounding of your heart
says the drug machine in million yelling dollar story lines
We cannot see the ancient dreams,
but we like to live the space dynamics
and we hate museums
Polar Athletic Son
In the icey village, where the rumours whisper
through the easter morning song
stands the biggest cradle int the laser chapel
for the birth of "Wasp The Kong"
Chill fills the aquarium's blasting scum
Here waits the polar athletic son
All I want to the birth of "Wasp The Kong"
Son in the easter morning song
to feed the new shape's Hwoud Hsou Hloun
Scientists found a system to let have him several parents
but not only men
Sportslords and bacteriumes in his mother's whale cell
lie in aquanautic trance
Chill fills the aquarium's blasting scum
Here waits the polar athletic son
Weird Boy
I've digged my dices in the corney ot these street stones
Now they shoot along the drain ground lights
They join a gamble with the ground water
to win the weeping willow tears where gold sparks hide
Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins,
kills the embrace of wild charming and sins
We ride our spinning wheels around the wall of sleep
to net the castle in a fairy jail
Give me a minute for my punishment, the garden
where they wait with whips of devil tails
Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins,
kills the embrace of wild charming and sins
Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky
Bless you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys!
Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky
Tell me, weird boy! Tell your weird joys!
Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky
Tell your weird joys, said the may sky
Sports Yells
Cartridge sledges of racer teams
slide in tubes through icey steams,
slide in curve form 6 and 8
Thrills in centigrades
Suits as tight as second skin
Proud electric masculine
Chests that wear the cycled line
and the crystal sign
Go, go, go, go
Thrills in centigrades
Sports yells reach the gates
Polar sports fans in their seats
watch excactly how seconds speed
Telescopes move left to right,
uniform and tight
Now the nations show their class
and reporters boil the mass
Mass could push the resonance
for a winning chance
Go, go, go, go
Thrills in centigrades
Sports yells reach the gates
To study sports and technics drives our comonautics gear
The new intelligence risis up ti space career
The blocks of victory are hard to climb for test processes
Young men are moved when medals pounding on their chests
Go, go, go, go
Thrills in centigrades
Sports yells reach the gates
Craft systems
Craft systems
Craft systems
Craft systems
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