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Bowie (Far Out)
05:45
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Far out in the red sky…
We swim like dolphins.
Like dolphins can swim
He thinks he'll blow our minds
Far out in the atmosphere
Where the air is thin
We swim like dolphins
Don't freak out
He thinks he'll blow our minds
In/out
Freak out
(Don't freak out)
Far out in the red sky
Weißer Fürst
Weit draußen im roten Himmel
In der Atmosphäre
Wo die Luft dünn ist
Weißer Fürst
Far out in the atmosphere
Where the air is
Thin
White Duke
BOWIE (FAR OUT)
lyrics by B. Snaith in homage to DB
We swim like dolphins
Like dolphins can swim
Weißer Fürst
Weit draußen im roten Himmel
In der Atmosphäre
Wo die Luft dünn ist
Weißer Fürst
Schwim wie Delfine
Wie Delfine schwimmen können
Im Himmel
flippen Nicht aus
Er glaubt, er wird uns um den Verstand bringen
Wo die Luft dünn und klar ist
Wir werden schwimmen wie Delfine
flippen Nicht aus
Er fiel wie ein Starmann auf die Erde
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LET'S DEFENESTRATE
lyrics by B. Snaith
Well I shook off my tail in The Beehive
and came here as fast as I could
Nobody saw me creep up to your doorway
because i set loose the horses from under the hood
So I slid up your stairs like an escalator,
slipped into your room like a thief.
I’ve got so much to say but there’s not time to say it
Let’s defenestrate
Seven storeys high
two stories so deep in debt and deception I can barely breathe.
Let’s defenestrate
I’ve got so much to say but there’s no time to say it
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Left Me In A Dream
05:10
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You left me in a dream.
I watched you drift away
and not come back again
You left me in a dream
I saw you fade away
Into yesterday.
Into outer space
To another place and time
Funny how the time goes
Funny how it chips away
It won’t come back again
Funny how the time goes
Funny how it slips away
Into yesterday
LEFT ME IN A DREAM
lyrics by B. Snaith
Into outer space
To another place in time
You left me in a dream
Over and over and over again
Funny how the light goes,
Funny how we lose the days
Won’t come back again
Funny how the life goes,
Funny how we make the same mistakes
Time and time again
Time and time again
Into outer space
To that other place and time.
You left me in a dream.
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Frozen
08:28
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FROZEN
Lyrics by Erika Bach
If I don't look back
And I let it go
If there's no return
Who would ever know
There's a snake in you
Eating from the tree
If it was her wish
Then forget about me
In the wilderness
There's a hanging tree
With a rope for her
And a rope for me
I erased the words
That you wrote to me
As punishment
For a mind that's free
I am frozen on the last day
I am frozen
I am hardening
Be on my side
I can't help it
Can't get over it
Not this time
Was the last day
Was the last time
I would open up my mouth
Not another word was spoken
Since the love burnt itself out
I am frozen on the last day
I am frozen
I am hardening
Be on my side
I can't help it
Can't get over it
Not this time
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SING ME SOMETHING SINISTER
lyrics by B. Snaith
everything you thought you knew.
everything you thought you knew has broke in two,
been thrown into the sea.
everyone is watching you,
everyone you thought you knew,
everybody tortures you
for what you do and what you did to me.
everyone you thought you loved,
every fucking god above.
everybody is a judge and jury.
they're injuring/enduring me.
guess i could philosophise,
i wouldn't wish to jeopardise
(i'd capsize this boat).
sing me something sinister.
something to distract me from the facts as they administer the pain. again and again.
nobody apologised. condescend and patronise.
everyone is telling lies that don't hold water.
if only I could sympathise.
but now it's right up to my eyes.
telling secrets, telling lies like they shouldn't oughta.
everything you thought you knew,
everything they taught to you
just brought to you the truth.
the truth turned out to be untrue.
sinking on this ship of fools,
everything you learned in school, e
very single fucking rule was cold and cruel.
we swim with fishes. but these are vicious.
sing me something sinister.
something to distract me from the facts as they administer the pain. again and again. again and again
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THERE'S A CIRCUS GOING ON IN THERE
lyrics by B. Snaith
There’s a circus going on
In the Big Top
So I’m needing some distraction
Because it won’t stop
It goes on and on
And up and down
And in and out
And round and round
The roundabout
The jump the drop
The rise and fall won’t ever stop
Drown me in alcohol
Give me some stimulation
Give me any drug at all
The runaway train ran through the station
On the track
That leads me back
to the Big Top.
And there’s a circus going on in there
There’s a circus going on
in the Big Top.
Give me some medication
to postpone the shock.
It goes on and on
And up and down
And in and out
And round and round
The roundabout
The jump the drop
The rise and fall won’t ever stop
Drown me in alcohol
Give me some stimulation
Give me any drug at all
The runaway train ran through the station
On the track
that leads me back
To the Big Top
It goes on and on
And up and down
And in and out
And round and round
The roundabout
The jump the drop
The rise and fall won’t ever stop
And there’s a circus going on in there.
There’s a circus going on in there
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Killer Type
03:04
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KILLER TYPE
lyrics by B. Snaith
She’s burned on my retinas
LOVE returned in BOLD Helvetica
Tightly kerned
So a sight to behold
Whatever she wants
I’ll be letting her
Once seen there’s no forgetting her
So novel she’s never, ever going to get old
No hype, she’s a killer type
Gunpowder, dynamite
So wrong that she’s so right
Don’t be alarmed by her flashing light
She’s got the looks (daguerrotype).
All of the hooks (no stereotype)
She cooks the books 451 Farenheit
W. O.O.O (wooo!)
She’s got a PHD in Topography
A Masters degree in Geometry
We’re still studying Biology ;)
And IT (spells ‘it!’)
No hype, she’s a killer type
Gunpowder, dynamite
Plutonium, gelignite
451 Farenheit.
No hype, she’s a killer type
Gunpowder, dynamite
So wrong that she’s so right
Don’t be alarmed by her flashing light
Don’t be alarmed
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Touch & Go
04:15
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TOUCH & GO
lyrics by B. Snaith
We’ve nothing to show
Only heaven knows
But, for a while, it was touch and go.
How, do you suppose, did we keep our composure?
Only lovers know.
You never saw the naked flame,
Only the warmth we gave
and you never saw those fires we made.
There’s nowhere to go when you’re down a hole
But back up again
and only heaven knows.
The end of the road
When all you touch is cold
And it’s touch and go for the last time.
You never heard the cutting words,
Only the sweet nothings.
You never saw how much we hurt.
Only heaven knows.
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A Puppet Pulling Strings
03:48
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A PUPPET PULLING STRINGS
lyrics by B. Snaith
She couldn’t get in motion
Too scared to spread her wings
Just couldn’t cut the cord, kid
You’ve got to do these things
She’s balanced on the high wire
And now she’s selling skin
Holding on to cold hands
She sucks the suckers in
Coming out in the big, wide world
This girl’s uncurled
The whirlpool pulled her in
A puppet pulling strings
The somethings out of nothings
They become everything.
She’s turning all the tables
That’s a game nobody wins
‘Hey man, where’d you get that lotion?’*
Where did you get that cream?
Where did they mix the potion?
The nightmare of the dream
Swimming into the ocean
Approaching a wave she’ll never swim
A puppet pulling strings.
You never had the notion
You never had the will
You never cut the cord, kid
You’re hanging on it still
Reaction or inaction
Fact or fiction?
Pull the focus in
A puppet pulling strings
* Iggy Pop - Lust For Life
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CIGARETTE GIRL (BURNED AGAIN)
lyrics by B. Snaith
She’s gonna get burned again
She was a cigarette girl at The MGM
She was smoking’ hot!
Lighting up men
Stoking a fire
Poking the pyre
Baring a grin
and bearing the liars
A puppet pulling the strings and the wires
She’s gonna get burned again
A pack of Lucky Strikes for the luckless marks
She was picking up tips,
Kicking up sparks
Holding all the hands
But none of the cards
She’s gonna get burned again
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11. |
Reward
02:38
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Seja records The Netherlands
Seja is an independant and quirky record label. We release music in high quality audio and support the ideas behind the DIY scene. That’s why we press in limited editions (low quantity with high spirit) and preferably on vinyl. Seja brings contemporary music often with roots in the past. We encourage bands to come up with great and new material. ... more
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