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Murnau & Wiene
01:55
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get out get out get out
leave the skull and remove the clouds
i wanna get rid of all these memories
i need to get rid of all my thoughts
or one day oh, I'll smash my head into the wall
shut up shut up shut up
i need that voice to fucking shut up
the one that says “you're always wrong,
you will never have it done”
or one day oh, I'll smash my head into the wall
shut up shut up fuck you
there ain't nothing else you can do
you can't imagine how hard I tried to kill myself and then kill u
or one day oh, I'll smash my head into the wall
it's like a song in my brain
it's about all the embarrassment
the sorrow and the pain
it plays so loud
it fucks me up
and it covers all the good things, all the friendships and the fun
so here's my head, here's a wall, 2+2, rock'n'roll
or one day oh, I'll smash my head into the wall
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2. |
R.I.B.C.A.G.E.
03:20
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dear Matt I'm fucking glad that you were born
you make this world a better place to be
next time that Mario's falling off the stairs
we'll pick him up and drink responsibly
go Luke, go beat them with a baseball bat
for what i see it's now or never
the night is not so young and so we are
and parties don't go on forever
Take a seat between these ribs my friend
you give peace another fucking chance
Ljubljiana and Prague are fucking great to see
until you don't make me forget them
it might as well be anywhere else
it's you, it's not simple sightseeing
dear bro I promise you'll be fucking fine
we'll bring these years to the next level
i can feel it in my kidneys and my spine
we're in and out of this together
take a seat between these ribs my friend
you give pace another fucking chance
tell me we're not growing up
tell me we're not giving up
tell me you'll keep all the seconds we shared
locked in your ribcage
because I will
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3. |
All Funerals No Weddings
02:47
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you paid for most of my drinks and offered me
a shitload of smokes
I still have all the records from you except for one
or maybe for two
I should have seen it before but it wasn't about me
and I enjoyed it all
I was a whore, I was selfish as fuck
when I think about it it's tears to fight back
Hey, I'm only getting an email a year
I know what you did
in which you offer your respect to me
I know what you did
Is this supposed to make me feel better?
I know what you did
for what it's worth i don't trust you at all
I know what you did
I know
I, I know I might sound ungrateful
well I'm well aware I'm not perfect as you
you fooled me once and then twice and that's what
a good informer is well trained to do
You should have seen it before
and read through the lies I made up to stay home
because that time, on your special day
it felt like nothing but a regular day
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4. |
Dwayne Johnson
02:02
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get all your socks and your cool shorts
let's go DIY till somebody gets hurt
charity acoustic shows
it's all fun and games till somebody gets poor
and by poor I don't mean that you're starving
they just don't talk about you anymore
that's when you try getting the attention
otherwise you'll stop existing at all
I don't wanna be you, you don't wanna be me
this shit went along with my own miseries
and since nothing really got better
i'm not feeling any empathy
yesterday i drove to work
i guess this makes me a pro driver or so
then I managed to get me a coffee
i'm ready to start my bartender career
see i can also invent
and try to be someone i wasn't before
but then i just turn out an asshole
and the real bartenders don't serve me no more
slogans on shirts, you're true and you're proud
thou shalt love the scene you're singing out loud
but the time one of my bros asked you to pay
you threw five fucking bucks into his face
when the shit hit the fan, where was your support?
It's too easy to show up when everything's sorted
and appear as a Fonzi to who's unaware
that I was already there
already there
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5. |
Like Dynamite
02:27
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I always get emotional when my father speaks about his revolution
and if I close my eyes it's like I'm watching him running from the cops
he told me about the anarchists, the bombs and all the people throwing wrenches
he still can see the riots and the bullet marks like snake bites on the wall
like just one inch above his head
if he was slower or taller
my father would be dead
so here I sit, with my first drink
please Interpol shut up, I need to think
I'm back in fucking high school and i go to any fucking demonstration
i'm writing for a DIY fanzine speaking bout politics and punk
I managed to hang on the most i could while everything just fell apart
i hate myself for this but then, alone, I just decided to give up
when all those heroes just bailed away
it's hard to change a place if you don't stay
getting a job didn't help out
it just gave us more shit to deal about
i'm getting older, I'm out of ambitions
and my ideals are moved by hate
I still believe in everything i believed then
but I destroy rather than create
I feel ashamed when I think of my father
He worked his ass off and fought for me
while i've lost all my faith in this world
and i betrayed revolution to pay the rent.
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6. |
Modena
01:43
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servants and doormats that's what we all are
while we clean up your floors and serve drinks in your bars
while we work with your kids and we fix what you break
we might let it loose and repeat that mistake
the one when I think “you've been friendly to me so i might as well give you a chance”
I will have one more box under my Christmas tree and the illusion I found a good friend
I still recall when you came to my show
at the end of the night we were nothing but bros
After months of backpats, “Call me Max” or “Lori”
and a million broken promises
i realised I was constantly losing a war
'cause good friends don't pay debts anymore
So lie to your boss, call in sick everyday
steal pens, stapleguns and gasoline
no one's indispensable, wait for me here
and beware of the dogs and the breeze
'cause winter's going to be mean
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7. |
The informers
03:17
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i'm shaking the knives off my chest and off my back
my shirt get soaked and stained in black
i'm white in the face, i fall and crawl on the floor
I try to get to the front door
but I've got traced down by the informers
from the blood streams on the floor
they've got cameras, recorders and they're hiding microphones
once again I've earned my place in hell or just on your front page
raise your thumbs and catch the hi-fives, you're the hero once again
till the day it's all over
and then you find yourself talking to no one
it's been a long time since we last spoke
and all the words i had inside choked
i don't care, you're all dead
reset your mind from everything you think you know
and I will do the same here in my head
keep on acting like i'm dead
for what it's worth keep on acting like I'm dead
so what's wrong with you, all the questions that you ask?
My lips are stitched up for the press
are you FBI? Airport security?
Get that cop grin off your face
i'm biting my tongue till it falls on the floor
i'll spit out my blood without a single word
if All Cops Are Bastards
so are you
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8. |
I, Wally
02:22
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On the wrong side of 30
But things didn't change too much
Still scared about my future
I don't know what I'll become
Toured Europe with my bros
Played in filthy squats
Drank a lot of booze
Slept on the floor
I felt really bad, I suffered a lot
I cried every night, spent two years in hell
Anxiety and depression are hard to defeat
Don't know if I won.. Well, i' m here to tell
I've been pushed aside, been punched in my face
I saw with my eyes the consequences of heroin addiction
There's aspects of my personality that I can't control
Sometimes I'm too accepting
Sometimes I can't say no
But I survived everything
And I'm fuckin proud of it
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9. |
Mornin' Lite
02:16
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Killer you're killing my sleep
all the dreams that I had were surprisingly good
man I will need some stitches
if you're keeping on sinking your teeth in my face like a dog
Please try to understand me
it's not that I piss on the things that you do
I just can't stand the daylight
when it comes with a cup of frustrations
go fuck yourself mornin'lite, too easy too shine
when you bring all this shit with yourself
look at me mornin'lite, do I look alright?
Does it look like I'm ready to go??
priorities got rescheduled
and I can't stand to wait all my time doing this
sun will come up tomorrow
it will squeeze up my stomach so bad
don't get me wrong
I always complain, but do I really have a choice?
I'm sick of this shit, this everyday blues
I don't know when this shit will be through
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10. |
Scaphoyd
02:59
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Dear ILS translators, please translate all my fuck yous
because everyone needs to get them
being impaired doesn't make an excuse
dear kid in his daddy's arms, your father's a jerk but you're his son
I'm afraid you will grow up and you'll come out looking exactly like mom
If this means family and love, then fuck both love and family
fuck being democrat and gentle, I won't be sorry for anything
You make me wanna dig your eyes out
you make me wanna infect your blood
you make me wish you break your scaphoyd
I don't feel human anymore
When it all looks green i just can see black
I'd stab you once in the front and ten times in your back
in the garden of Eden baby
I'm the apple with poison and worms
it's never too late, to remember
how mean i could be
You made me wave goodbye to years
of trying my best to make it right
building empathy and destroying
all those cages in my mind
I never thought i'd live enough
to wish somebody else to die
that's what you get for being healthy
that's what you get for being alive
well I don't know a lot of jokes
and they don't even make me smile
I may not spill a single laugh on comedians
but I can appreciate the irony
of the mayor with a gun in his hand
who got killed in a car crash
or the other one who sunk in a river
of a land that he created
Irony is beautiful and complicated too
and if you weren't all shitheads
I wouldn't cheer when you die
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11. |
Commercials
03:40
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So what can i say About this day? Will you be nervous or will you be ok?
If you'll be anxious you can drink some Wine
I'm sure your lady can show you how
No time for reharsal, saturday we're on stage
We found the perfect way to spit out our Rage
I'm sure your grandma is watching you from somewhere , singing your song with our band
Cause i know you put love in everything you do
And i'm sure you already booked our 2050 tour
There's nothing better Than playin with you
And you met the perfect lady at the right time, Someone who'll stay beside you from mornin to night
Nothing matters, she'll be always with you
I hope i won't forget the lyrics this time
If so, please help me and sing this line
Even if you're Married you'll always be my man
Cause Just a Moment before i hit the ground you were there for me
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12. |
Storage Wars
01:41
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My conscience was declared dead
she was drinking bleach from the bottle last night
the ambulance came too late
since it ran over my stress management
After one month of sleepless night
my love for myself scored some heroin
he od'd in a corner of my brain
in a lake of puke and urine
So run away run away run away
well i guess this is one of those days
So run away run away run away
well i guess this is one of those days
Another night in a bar to put anxiety a sock in the mouth
he spat it right back in my face
before even buying another round
while rationality and self esteem were fighting each other
in lonely streets
they both got stabbed in their backs
isn't this bad luck or irony?
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13. |
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Lyrics by Cranford Nix (RIP)
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14. |
Time to stop kidding
01:56
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Is a joke still a joke when another person's dying?
And the place you laughed about took him away
can you still see the line between fun and real danger?
Or is it covered by a rotting pile of trash?
Will we keep on dancing on this frozen ground
when the ice breaks?
And after we go down in the freezing water too?
Because it seems we all know everything
but in the end we all know shit
no, we're not even fucking close to it
Do we have to watch a sunset from much closer?
To understand it can be terrible to us
Because i've seen so many sunsets in my whole life
but i got their meanings only a few times
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