1. |
Sierra
04:27
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The people I love keep on dying,
and the people I love keep on moving away,
somebody just went out to Paris,
somebody to a country, I can't pronounce its name.
Sierra and me keep on trying,
but I always seem to be to late for the train,
I keep on dying,
but the cigarettes take time,
the drugs take the edge away.
Sierra was dancing with her cowboy hat on,
dancing all night to all her favourite songs,
at random parties.
Changed the needle on the record machine,
Changed the rhythm, then changning the scene,
So it seemed.
It's a cigarette she needs,
Then she falls asleep.
On blue days she was lying in castles in clouds in the blue blue skies,
she dresses to impress us,
still looks sad,
but nobody ever knows why.
Center of attention,
all the people too close, but they're still too far,
look at her dressed up as a bad idea,
we're taking this to far.
Sierra was dancing with her cowboy hat on,
dancing all night to all her favourite songs,
at peoples' parties.
Changed the needle on the record machine,
Changed the rhythm, then changning the scene,
So it seemed.
A man is his own prison she said,
She read it in a magazine.
The people I love keep on dying,
and the people I love keep on moving away,
somebody just went out to Paris,
somebody to a country, I can't pronounce its name.
Sierra she was trying,
Sierra you see,
was always late for the train,
Sierra you see,
kept on dying,
the cigarettes took time,
the drugs took Sierra from me.
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2. |
Oxygen Thief
03:46
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All the best things in life,
I already did,
and found and lost,
and maybe it's the air I breathe,
that is making me misbehave
Oxygen thief.
All the good things in life,
I already used,
abused and loved,
the way that I always choose,
to breathe the air that I breathe,
Oxygen thief.
All the bad things in love,
I already did,
hesitated, belived in things,
someone cannot bring,
and maybe it's the air I breathe,
Oxygen thief.
Oh, the warmness in the air,
and the women on the stairs,
all the men gather 'round,
To serve for their home ground,
and mabye it's the air they breathe,
it's making them act,
just like me.
I'm enjoying the show,
wait for the moment to go,
what is changing this world,
what is giving the flow,
that we ride and we fight and I'm making you mine,
Oxygen thief.
All the best things in life,
I alreadly did,
and found and lost,
and maybe it's the air I breathe,
that is making me misbehave
Oxygen thief.
All the bad things in life,
I did not see,
blinded by it's different ideology,
there's many things,
they're all still new to me,
Oxygen thief.
( V našem mestu v zrak spuščajo umazan dim, namesto da bi spuščali zmaje, zdaj samo čakamo da zbolimo, dobimo pljučnega raka, dobimo tudi astmo, hvala vam za to, res najlepša hvala vam za to, hvala vam, res hvala.)
All the best things in life,
I alreadly did,
and found and lost,
and maybe it's the air I breathe,
that is making me misbehave
Oxygen thief.
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3. |
Vede Premikanja
03:54
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Neprilagojena za življenje delo in srečo,
zato si kuje svoj oklep, zato si zida svojo ječo,
on prerojen, prilagojen, programiran,
da statira, se odpira, za ljudi, ki jih sploh ne zanima.
Kam bi šla, kam bi šla, če bi lahko zbežala,
kaj zbežala, ko tako kul plan imava,
dve plastični pištoli in en roza cadillac,
potem do meje, da se tam poleže vroči zrak.
Gledam čakam, gledam čakam,
telo mi trese se, drhti.
Nekdo prihaja po dovozu,
a to ne moraš biti ti.
Gledam čakam, gledam čakam,
telo mi trese se, drhti.
Nekdo prihaja po dovozu,
zakaj ne moraš biti ti.
Kam bi šla, kam bi šla, če bi lahko zbežala,
kaj zbežala, ko tako kul plan imava,
dve plastični pištoli in en roza cadillac,
potem do meje, da se tam poleže vroči zrak.
Dve plastični pištoli in en roza cadillac
potem do meje, da se tam poleže vroči zrak.
Dve plastični pištoli in en roza cadillac
potem do meje, da se tam poleže vroči.
Vroča sapa, cigaretni dim, vsesvetski mraz,
gledam na ovinke, kdaj zagledam tvoj obraz.
Vroča sapa, cigraretni dim, vsesvetski mraz.
gledam na ovinke, kdaj zagledam tvoj obraz.
Gledam čakam, gledam čakam,
telo mi trese se, drhti.
Nekdo prihaja po dovozu,
a to ne moraš biti ti.
Gledam čakam, gledam čakam
telo mi trese se, drhti.
Nekdo prihaja po dovozu,
Zakaj ne moraš biti ti.
Kam bi šla, kam bi šla,
Kam bi šla, kam bi šla,
Kam bi šla, kam bi šla,
Kam bi šla, kam bi,
Kam bi šla, kam
Kam bi šla, kam bi šla, če bi lahko zbežala,
kaj zbežala, ko tako kul plan imava,
dve plastični pištoli in en roza cadillac,
potem do meje, da se tam poleže vroči.
Vroči zrak, vroči zrak, vroči zrak, vroči zrak, vroči zrak, vroči zrak, vroči zrak.
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4. |
Remain Silent
03:35
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I'm afraid of an easy life,
I get bored easily,
just a state of mind,
when I think of the things you say you would like,
I'm silent,
like I was brought up in life,
silent,
like I was brought up in life.
It's not an american dream,
jungle book story,
to dream big is a primal state of mind,
it's just that we don't mind,
it doesn't make click click,
we're different,
each one of a kind.
And all this talk about technology,
and people fucking people,
economically,
fast 123,
like a b c,
don't care to know your name,
'cause you'll just do me.
You're in need of me,
physically,
keep on coming 'till I drop,
chronologically,
alphabetic,
every thought that ever drops from me,
like from a lemon tree,
into god's hands
who throws them back at me,
but he ain't real and so ain't we,
doubt and certainty.
Doubt and certainty …
I'm afraid of an easy life,
I get bored easily,
just a state of mind,
when I think of the things you say you would like,
I'm silent,
like I was brought up in life,
silent,
like I was brought up in life.
I'm afraid of an easy life,
I get bored easily,
just a state of mind,
when I think of the things you say you would like, I'm...
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5. |
Filmska
03:25
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6. |
Julian
04:00
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Julian runs,
to save his life again,
he doesn't like the wind,
blowing at his face.
He runs to a place,
that is beautiful,
beautiful,
and nothing ever hurts.
His cowboy boots are hitting on the floor,
but his laces are untied.
And he might stumble,
maybe he might fall,
I'm sure it won't break his glassy smile.
Julian runs.
Julian runs.
Run Julian, run Julian, run Julian, run,
run Julian, run Julian, run Julian, run.
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7. |
Ghosts
03:55
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Ghosts, I see them,
walking through the walls.
Ghosts, I see them,
with their heads through the walls.
And I'll follow the flow
and I'll put on a show,
and I'll smile, when I have to smile,
and I'm staying right here,
hear the voices I hear,
feel the love,
'cause I think I deserve it.
Ghosts, I see them,
Walking through the walls.
Ghost, I see them,
With their heads through the walls.
Ghosts, I see them,
As I'm dropping by.
Ghosts, I feed them,
I don't want to see them die.
And I'll follow the flow
and I'll put on a show,
and I'll smile, when I have to smile,
and I'm staying right here,
hear the voices I hear,
feel the love,
'cause I think we deserve it.
And I don't feel no pain,
Am I going insane,
yet my eyes and my nose,
both take place,
on my face,
oh ghosts.
And I'll follow the flow
and I'll put on a show,
and I'll smile, when I have to smile,
and I'm staying right here,
hear the voices I hear,
feel the love,
'cause I think we deserve it.
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8. |
Kitten on a Journey
03:56
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Paint splashed everywhere,
red and red and red,
everything seems to fade away,
but red, oh red, you never will forget,
red, oh red, you never will forget.
Memories are dancing,
a drunken dance to say at least,
if you take a trip down there,
surely you will meet,
Memories are dancing,
a drunken dance to say at least,
if you take a trip down there,
surely you will meet,
All these special women,
all these perfume whiffs,
all the cigarette smoke,
and all the tunes that I miss,
All mistakes I'm making,
all mistakes that I'll do,
never make a difference,
they keep me thinking of you.
All mistakes I'm making,
all mistakes that I'll do,
never make a difference,
they keep me thinking of you.
There's ashes in the ashtray,
there's dust in someones eyes,
all the sweet talking,
bullshit blown into their minds.
They call themselvs lucky,
loved, when they are lost,
but I ask you at what price,
what the service costs.
They call themselvs lucky,
loved, when they are lost,
but I ask you at what price,
what the service costs.
They call themselvs lucky,
loved, when they are lost,
but I ask you at what price,
what the service costs.
I guess the times are changing,
ain't all romance and pulp,
if you feel like fucking,
Pablo says just fuck.
You wanna see the world,
I guess you're eager for a change,
but she know nothing 'bout changing.
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red, ain't no red.
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red,
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red.
I cried a little on time as she was late for a plane,
she just left for Paris or maybe just for Spain.
I cried a little on time as she was late for a plane,
she just left for Paris or maybe just for Spain.
Didn't mind that it was over
She's the one who always came
She just left for Paris of maybe just for Spain
Didn't mind that it was over
She's the one who always came
She just left for Paris of maybe just
I guess the times are changing,
ain't all romance and pulp,
if you feel like fucking,
Pablo says just fuck.
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red.ain’t no red
Now I always stop at sketching,
ain't no colours that I love
ain't no red, ain't no red. ain’t no red
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9. |
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J'aime mon vélo
Il est vert et petit
Petit comme moi
J'aime mes chemises
Elles sont trop grandes
Sous but
Ça ma convien
J'ai les mains plaines de soleil
Et les yeux qui ne dorment pas
Vivre dans mon monde est simple
Simple comme toi
Vivre dans mon monde est simple
Simple comme toi
Vivre dans mon monde est simple
Simple comme toi
Mais plus que tous
J'aime mon frigo quand il est plaine
J'aime etre seul mais sechant
Que je ne suis pas solitaire
J'aime etre seul mais sechant
Que je ne suis pas solitaire
J'aime etre seul mais sechant
Que je ne suis pas solitaire
J'aime etre seul mais sechant
Que je ne suis pas solitaire
Mais plus que tous
J'aime mon frigo quand il est plaine
Mais plus que tous
J'aime mon frigo quand il est plaine
Combien cout ton coeur
4x
Mais plus que tous
J'aime mon frigo quand il est plaine
Mais plus que tous
J'aime mon frigo quand il est plaine
Combien cout ton coeur 4x
Vivre dans mon monde est simple simple comme toi 2x
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10. |
Talk about it
04:14
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First snow's falling on the shelf,
We shove our faces to our clothes
You pull your bed away from mine
To light a candle in the dark
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
Our shoes are untied and they are wet inside,
but we are not gonna fall, no we are not gonna fall
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
We'll hide inside your closet
And you'll mumble all the lyrics of all the songs I have ever written
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
One day with our wrinkled faces we'll remember our laces
And the looks inside your eyes
Stormy oceans with no cries
with no cries
with no cries
with no cries
First snow's falling on the shelf
We shove our faces to our clothes
You pull your bed away from mine
To light a candle in the dark
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
One day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it, one day we will talk about it.
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