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I´m going out to nowhere
nothing matters at all...
To the border, to the edge.
Don´t let me die in an automobile
I want to lie in an open field
Want the snakes to suck my skin
Want the worms to be my friends
Want the birds to eat my eyes
as here I lie
watching the world going down
but still haven´t got an answer at all.
This is the world I´ve left
when I´ve sacrificed myself.
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THE TIME BEFORE
08:14
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Love hides in the strangest places.
Om Shala
Love hides in familiar faces.
Om Shala
Love hides in narrow corners.
Om Shala
Love hides in molecular structures.
Om Shala
Love comes when you at least expect it.
Om Shala
Love comes to those who seek it.
Om Shala
Love hides inside the rainbow.
Om Shala
Love is everything.
The time before
Om Shala
Spinning around (the time before)
Om Shala
Before I sink
Into the big sleep
I want to hear
I want to hear
The scream of the butterfly
Spinning arount (the time before)
Come back, baby
The time before
Back into my arm
The time before
We're gettin' tired of hangin' around
The tie before
Waitin' around with our heads to the ground
The time before
I hear a very gentle sound
The time before
Very near yet very far
The time before
Very soft, yeah, very clear
The time before
Come today baby, come today
Spinning around (the time before)
Spinning around (the time before)
You know that it woud be untrue
You know that I would be a lier
Come on baby! Light my fire.
Come on baby! Light my fire.
Spinning around (the time before)
You know that it woud be untrue
You know that I would be a lier
The time before
Away, away, away, away.
Never let me down.
Spinning around (the time before)
Come on baby! Light my fire.
Never let me down.
Away, away, away, away.
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NO SORROW FOR TOMORROW
07:09
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Dripping drops won’t ever stop.
Clippers cropping, chopping tongues,
Tripping closer to the throath.
Slashing, cracking, breaking voice.
Ring wrong, ripping rungs,
Flicking lips up to the beat.
Sniffing, clapping, dropping dead,
Pivot swivel, wasted, spread.
Nonsense piffle slapping gasp.
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Spitting bullshit through the mouth
Shimmering glimpses, stalking shout.
So that’s what it’s all about.
Endless rounds and nothing got
Focus set beneath low bars,
Neurons flashing, flushing drain,
Speeding promptness, thinking brain
Laying, lieing, getting laid
Making moist crotch bills get paid.
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Don’t come around to share vacuum
It ain’t no air inside that room.
Parched shammy crispy drum
Venomous veins filled with fun
Teared, painless, plucked and stoned.
Kiddin’ plastic mimic blonde.
You irksome illness sadly grown...
Tried to make you got rehab
You just say: Nah! Nah! Nah!
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Plastic passion mystique flow
Desperate search to share a blow
Trapper keeper notebook doll
Betraying with no shame at all
Sliding free licks in dark rooms
No careless whispers for thy groom.
It ain’t no sorrow for tomorrow.
Bethinking an amusing preach from the past which revealed that bobbysoxers just wanted to have fun.
Crap filled “Be Bop A Lulla – She Bops” throwing rinsed true colors obscured by mighty flirting with barely horny guys kindly awesome.
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Vamphiri Mexico, Missouri
Since 1990 I started attempting to create my "thing". There have been several projects involving others
participantion.
During all this years, technology evolved until I can now produce and post what I do in the present and rescue from the past what's been recorded in ancient cassettes.
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