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| 1. Perspiration 2. Bottom of the league 3. Sudden landing 4. Artificial 5. Whatever you do 6. Big events 7. Perfect fit 8. Commercials in between 9. Fighting with the beast 10. Secondary 11. Damned 12. Old man |
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1. Perspiration |
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| Wide open pores, skin full of sweat Like open doors, can't lock up dread Sweat from the last ride in the lift Sweat from the love I've always missed Enveloped in my own juice Pretty energy I use Even sexual confrontation Leeds to eventual transpiration (Chorus:) Perspiration keeps me alive Perspiration, no disguise And no shower can wash away What I'm feeling everyday ... perspiration Feeling everyday ... Perspiration Bunged up pores make me want to shout Like closed dorrs, won't let me out Covered in plastic, cannot breathe Acting spastic, help me please Wrapped up in an oil skin cape Marshy ground, there's no escape Every move just pulls me down One more try and I'll drown Sea inside me, it fills up Sea inside, I can't stop I can't believe that this is real That I'm feeling like a seal ... in an oil pollution Feeling like a seal ... in an oil pollution Enveloped in my own juice... (Chorus) |
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2. Bottom of the league |
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| There are really tragic cases Everywhere in different places Sitting in the cellar, pretending day by day To be one of those fellows, on their way Up to higher places, better put them through their paces They are burning in the fire of time... |
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3. Sudden Landing |
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| Can someone tell me what it's all about I can only remember someone scream and shout Maybe someone is trying to give me a sign And my heart is beating out of time When you wake up screaming, your shirt is soaked with sweat Cool down, you've been dreaming, you're lying in your bed But when you wake up standing in a crowded place What a sudden landing, there is no escape... This ain't a dream, I can't escape This ain't a dream, I'm sorry babe No one cares, nobody knows Inside my head a feeling grows "Attention please, this is reality If you're waiting for the sandman, He only comes at midnight, thank you!" This ain't a dream, you can't escape This ain't a dream, it's out of shape I gotta get out of this place Can someone tell me what it's all about... |
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4. Artificial |
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| Artificial, artificial This artificial taste all around me what a waste Of energy, thought and time This artificial smell must come directly out of hell Where only the devil knows, which ingredients you need Artificial, artificial Breeding cats without claws, dogs without jaws The master will be pleased Tomatoes that are salty somehow taste faulty Changing chromosomes, creating fishes without bones Cherries without a stone If you prefer your baby small, or better tall? ...o.k.! Heart of stone, heart of stone You must be alone like a bird that cannot fly up into the sky Oh energy and time Artificial, artificial Heart of stone,... Dominos with chromosomes, to the benifit of humanity This artificial taste all around me what a waste This artificial smell must come directly out of hell Artificial, artificial This artificial taste... |
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5. Whatever you do... |
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| (Chorus:) Losers come too late, lovers come too soon Some love the mornings, others love the moon To weigh one's words throws you off balance 'Cause some love the mornings and others love the moon Try to slip out of yourself, but you will always be the same Try to slip out of yourself, whatever you do, you're the one to blame Some people confess to the preacher every day But I gave myself a good talking to today To weigh one's words throws you off balance 'Cause some love the mornings and others love the moon Come back to the ground and you'll find yourself astounded... 'Cause whatever you do, you'll always be the same No doubt about it, you're the one to blame That's the difference between me and you Running out of breath, that's what you always do Narrow mindedness, full of complexes, what a waste of time You just can't accept, different intellect, better loose the reins (Chorus) Come back to the ground Try to slip out of yourself But whatever you do, you're the one to blame... |
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6. Big Events |
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| Reality's a big mirror, there's no escape, no stopping time weak don't need any heroes, a helping hand is hard to find Smash the mirror, crush it, the pain will cut you up The wound is bleeding, no-one hears your screaming The pain will cut you up (Chorus:) Big Events throw shadows under the eyes No need to gloss over, reflection never lies Shadows of experience are made of suffering and joy There's no shadow whithout light no night without the day It's hard sometimes to face the truth without a little mercy I can't bear the fact that I'm powerless, alone without a choice There's always been a path for me, pretty easy to walk on But now what's wrong, what have I done, there's nowhere to run (Chorus) It tears me into pieces... Reality is a big mirror... Big Events throw shadows under the eyes... (Chorus) |
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7. Perfect Fit |
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| Young gods under glass keep flying high With wings of ignorance flutter away Meandering omnicient like a snake Through new territories, to cover up the ache And I master every situation in my life all day I've keenness much sharper than a knife No I'd never turn to myself, to ask questions why Should I? Come on and make my day Young gods under glass... And I've shoes for every occasion, They're a perfect fit In green and blue, yellow, black or brown I tread on everyones toes, so you better watch out Not to be trampled on Young gods under glass... And I have shoes for every occasion... And I master every situation in my life all day... |
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8. Commercials in between |
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| Get me out of here, can't bear
this atmosphere Doesn't anybody care Maybe I'd be right, maybe I'd be wrong I just can't go along Sometimes I'm gonna lose, the ground under my shoes Sometimes I don't know how to use Uneasiness and rage, sitting in a cage Without a way to the keys On the radio, there's my favourite show I stand up and turn it low In the middle of my dreams, commercials in between I wake up and scream Get me out of here... Impressions are all around, yet making stupid sounds I can hear them lud and clear I put my fingers in my ears and set my hopes on not to hear But it's a hopeless case, 'cause I 've got eyes in my face Television's on, news has just begun, people on the run Mother loses son, children having fun, commercials in between I smash the screen ! Get me out of here, can't bear this atmosphere Doesn't anybody care Reserved faces everywhere, no-one really likes to share This is mine and that is yours, keep off, I'm on a collision-course Ignorance is all around, yet making stupid sounds I can hear them loud and clear I put my fingers in my ears and set my hopes on not to hear But it's a hopeless case, 'cause I belong to the human race This is the quiet part Good place for commercials to start So won't you get up and turn it louder This is the song about washing powder Impressions... |
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9. Fighting with the Beast |
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| I led myself astray every single day... Hearing voices out loud, I love this special sound Silence in the air, no-one's there Open up my mind, waiting for a sign This unbearable pain, it drives me insane Blurring before my eyes, it's hard to realize The brooks in my dreams are turning into streams Hearing voices out loud, I love it's special sound Silence in the air, no-one's there Perceptions are increased, fighting with the beast Battle without hope, standing on a slope, to go up in smoke The brooks in my dreams are turning into streams Did you ever see the lights everywhere? My head's spinning around Have you ever been in paradise or outa space? I'm falling to the ground What is real, what is real, what is reality...? Silence in the air, no-one's there Open up my mind, waiting for a sign This unbearable pain It drives me insane |
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10. Secondary |
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| You make me sick! Secondary, secondary Your music is secondary Don't despair, I'll give you a chance We will manage it somehow A few important things I want you to know You have no image, can't you see Don't hesitate, believe in me... Secondary Your music is secondary... You have no image... You make me sick, you are doomed to fail I won't fall for the line, I'll see you in time, in time again Secondary importance, money makes me happy Secondary importance, people looking at me Fuck you, my friend, there is no chance For you and your musical importance There is no chance for you at all, or did I get you wrong somehow... You make me sick |
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11. Damned |
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| I'm not looking all that bad, or don't you
have an eye for that...? (Chorus:) Come on darling don't you leave me hangin' on the phone Damned I want you, come on can't you see that I'm alone When I see you, I'm on fire, maybe you don't know Only when I'm far away, my temperature gets low You've got such a pretty arse, can't believe my eyes You already know I guess, I'm telling you no lies I'm not looking all that bad, or don't you have an eye for that...? (Chorus) Near you (Chorus) Never let you down... (Chorus) Never let you down... (Chorus) Come on darling... |
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12. Old man |
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| (Chorus:) He's the old man, who laughs about the plans That people make, to pretend to be someone Never hesitates, he's pretty straight, at the things he says to your face Catching no trend, independent, following his band Working hand in hand, being a good friend, in the end, understand! He criticizes you, if there's a need to, would never lie to you Never complaining, it's entertaining, how he masters his life He lives his own life, needs no housewife, makes no compromise And when you need him, he gives you the feeling of a good old friend (Chorus) He has a talent, a funny talent, awakes your creativity Yet he's no teacher, no he's no preacher, he's into reality He lives his own life, needs no housewife, makes no compromise And when you need him, he gives you the feeling of a good old friend If you don't want to incure his displeasure You shouldn't put anything over him ever... Catching no trend Independent Following his band Working hand in hand He criticizes you... (Chorus) |
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