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Toys
04:44
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now it's time to steal the illusions that I feel I am a boy I lost my biggest toy in between things I have seen yesterday, and the day before I wish there'd be more or less machinery luxury creativity fantasy people say follow my way while I walk along I feel so strong now I run to get things done and to be fine with things of mine machinery luxury creativity fantasy
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Stanley
03:36
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he passed by with his eyes wide open he walked by but his ears were shut he passed like nobody was talking to him or the figure he got he passed by with his mind wide open he walked by with his head to the sky he passed by cause someone has spoken things about good times stanley was his name and he took the train he drove back to where he came from a safe place from a nice nice place that people called home never thinking of nero burning rome take him home
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Olimpia
03:28
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my kid little princess you're my child as I am your king you walk little actress you're so beautiful and you can sing rich kid, tight jeans, skinny body high heels, nice ass, don't get fucked good marks, nice smile, little dummy I take care of you! what did you do? eyes eyes deep blue eyes girl you make me feel like flying up to the sky eyes eyes deep blue eyes dance dance dance, sing sing sing don't forget to smile other girls ain't beautiful you my princess oh you shine drown drown in deep blue see your blue eyes won't ever be full of grit or individuality you are an automaton with eyes that never see eyes eyes deep blue eyes looking up to empty skies
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Gretchen
03:12
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we feel nothing else but ourselves he said while spitting on a bookshelf we read nothing of that good old stuff and he drinks his cup of tea what are you doing about religiosity to be or not to be is all I know about poetry jesus please where is my literacy? a jesus called bieber or charlie won't answer you a jesus like this determines brain-poverty we feel nothing else but ourselves nothing is, nothing will be we are just like a bee flying around, circles and honey - straightness and money destroy yourselves recreate another self we'll be something else in a while probably not but please try so come on try on
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Soulmachine
04:25
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come on leave the time behind when your brain seemed to be tired do not think that to equalize will ever tidy up your mind never go for your demand it is made by the soulmachine realize it‘s not time to disguise tell them all what you see I see that it‘s not reality be don‘t ever be machinery dream I live the dream of a soulmachine people look so beautiful or is it just next to their pitbulls don‘t ever mind to make me laugh it‘s not your fault I‘m still a draft think what think be what you be I read along the media hollister and alpecin treat your body like a machine take care of your body but not of your soul come on go and bag a goal trouble can wait trouble is mean thank you very much soulmachine
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Addicted
03:27
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we‘re addicted to luxury we‘re addicted to money we‘re addicted to beauty we‘re addicted to sex we‘re addicted to privacy we‘re addicted to love lonely we‘re addicted to loneliness we‘re addicted to sadness we‘re addicted to craziness we‘re addicted to peace we‘re addicted to war we‘re addicted to hate crazy we‘re addicted to we‘re addicted, too
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Stanley II
04:04
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he passed by with his ears wide open he walked by but his eyes were shut he passed by like everyone was talking to him or the figure he has he passed by with his mind wide open he walked by with his head to the sky he passed by but nobody has spoken things about good times stanley was his name and he took the train he drove back to were he came from a safe place from a nice nice place that people called home never thinking of nero burning rome he‘s back, back home but a city is burning, it‘s called rome
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Heimat
04:10
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we goooo back and forth, space and time I cannot make mine trees made of code like tablets made of stone the thoughts and the soul ain't things to show space and time running out, passing by we goooo to stop at a place that is called home home, home, home spaces and times that we know home, home, home a place to hide from the truth brain, mind, soul a machine called home up, down, right, anyway you will go down, up, left do not try to look back think, work, wait... living the dream of a soulmachine till the end
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Future Perfect
04:45
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look at the stars, look at the moon, get out of your cocoon look up to the sky, praise the lord, "do never stumble again..." think by yourself, talk to someone else people like me, people like you do think that they think that they think they do where are we where do we come from where will we go where have we been get out of bed, take a deep breath, brush your teeth kiss your child, hug your friend, do not forget to be yourself pretend to be, what you are people like me people like you do think that they are what they think they do where are we where do we come from where will we go where have we been history shows us how we probably can be but I don't understand that way to see that way to be we praised the lord, we did not stumble we kissed our children and hugged our friends we pretended to be what we were and looked into mirrors with a crown on the head a feather in hair we went out and breathed some air we walked on the moon, some even say in a cocoon have you ever seen a man jumping off a balloon we looked at the stars, drank our wine we took showers in rain and tried to gain love in the air, blood on the ground and we did nothing and turned around people like me people like you did think that they were what they think they did where have you been where will you have been come from where will you have been gone where will you think will you have been we will have been you
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First Popsong
04:01
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this is my first popsong and the last time I sing about grace this is my first popsong and the last time I sing about hope because a girl standing in the flood crying in this nowhereland where is my mama where is my mama where is my mama where is my mama and why is she gone this is my first popsong but the last time I sing about love this is my first popsong but the last time I sing about peace because a boy standing on the street bullets flying around his knees screaming where is my mama where is my papa where is my brother and when do they leave oh when do they leave
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Safran Darmstadt, Germany
Safran, literally meaning "rudder blade", is a german dark-pop band formed in 2011 and ever since dedicated to provide new propulsion in popular music. With a strictly adhered distance to the rest of the music scene, the four musicians create counter-intuitive and strangely familiar compositions and songs to appease your thirst for musical progression. ... more
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