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In His Own Town
02:06
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A prophet in his own town
Is nothing but a sad smiling clown
Forever adoring the views
The views that they’ve all put him through
And nothing can stop all this pain
The one which he gains and he gains
Roses to climb up like stones
A prophet in town, all alone
A prophet in his own shoes
Is nothing, a body amused
Forever adoring the play
Unconsciousness hits every day
His magic, so soft, soon reveals
And dances on top of their heels
Kneeled and possessed by the truth
The captured, the blind & the blue
The prophet he has his own fun
Watching your dead kingdom come
The end of all European fears
The end of all wars and ideas
Coming so obviously blank
Sparkling in distance, at hand
A prophet in his own town
Is nothing but a sad smiling clown
Metric verse outruns the end
In chains, carrying free
The end of lover’s reign
The end of democracy
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2. |
Yellow Magic
02:15
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Quietness in winter fields
Uncertain fears and unknown pain
Curious dawn that’s born in black
Never had a special name
Yellow magic gave it wings
Called its tides of heart
Turned the neon lights to wood
Whispered of destroyers far
Time is brief where I remain
Just a trace of lover’s hand
Where my cards are childish papers
Thrown around this sordid land
Yellow magic gave it wings
Called its tides of heart
Turned the neon lights to wood
Whispered of destroyers far
Black law laid since world was made
I hope it never falls
Cruelty of this law won’t fade
Till the end of all
Yellow magic gave it wings
Called its tides of heart
Turned the neon lights to wood
Whispered of destroyers far
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3. |
White Cathedrals
02:57
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I’m seeing white cathedrals in my sleep
This really has to be some kind of sign
I’m hearing mighty bells, how soft they ring
These must be only echoes in my mind
White cathedrals
Catch me gently when I run
White cathedrals
Friendly giants in the sun
I’m drawing white cathedrals in the sand
Every time I’m walking with my love
They’re climbing to the sky like giant tongues
I kiss her lips before our feeling’s gone
White cathedrals
Catch me gently when I run
White cathedrals
Friendly giants in the sun
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4. |
Almost True
02:14
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I've been drinking
And I’m feeling good
I'm just thinking
Are you true
Let me lie on
Your shiny floor
Let me drink all
All your alcohol
I won't mind girl
If you will go
Cause I will stay here
Right at your floor
It's alright
You're almost true
I won't mind girl
Just what you do
Don't you try
To get rid of me
Cause I will be back
I'm your destiny
It’s alright now
I'm almost true
It’s alright now
See what you can do
I’m almost true
Yeah, I’m almost true
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5. |
Sun Dawns Equally
02:36
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Have you ever been to London, girl
The one soaked up in fog
Where the sirens wail all night
Like a wave from Radio Gnome
You'd be probably gently sleeping
In my soap sharp limousine
While I'd cut the razor string again
To hear your body sing
So you're calling me from London
And you whisper I'm set free
Then I answer „Babe as always”
Cause your sun dawns equally
On the serpent and the wheelchair
On the golden winged ship
I called her madame
She said she's not
I told her she's cool but she says she's hot
She's autumn flowers in the spring
She's winter verse that the crickets sing
Down the big soup drain
Back to slick refrain
You'd be probably gently sleeping
In my soap sharp limousine
While I'd ooze the lunar voice again
To give your body wings
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6. |
Tripping Bike Tripping
02:40
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I sit in perfect stillness
Surrounded by your radiance
Easy just like Stonehenge
Stoned like sun on fragrance
Dawn in your translation
Drifts away to dream wave
Surrounded by your countenance
I dream in perfect stillness
Like god, only calmer
Like sand, only former
Like you, only smaller
Like stars, only taller
I don't miss you when I miss you
If I kiss you would I kiss you
Would you kiss me too
Galactic pancake nirvana zoo
We went there once
When we were young
You haven't aged
I haven't sung
A bit
Just like my latest trip
London sky graffiti
Baby Bea pity
Real tea served here only
Baby, I'm so lonely
London sky graffiti
I am just this city
Or as huge as it
Baby, take a hit
They call my kind just crazy
Though really we're just hippies
I have no clothes define me
My favorite shirt says „Trip in”
Like my tripping
Bike
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7. |
Golden Doll
03:25
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I'm swimming in your neutral milk
Most cowgirls say it's home
It turns my shit to silk
It turns my tongue to bone
And that's why I called
I bothered you to call
To say nothing at all
But you ain't no cowgirl
Are you, love?
Golden doll
Don't mind the door
It's swinging open
Showing you more
What do you want from poetry
What do you want from my view
What do you want from my heartbeat
It doesn't belong to you
Though once in time it could
Your neutral milk my poison
Your poison my surprise
My boredom your perfection
The lipstick in your eyes
In turns my touch to phantoms
Turns my skin to glass
I'd like to crash in you girl
Let's have a little test
Golden doll
Don't speak at all
Golden doll
Exchange the troll
Everyone should own one
So handy in these times
Everyone should feed one
Excessive usage sky
Immortal sailing night
In time for feeding cries
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8. |
London Cook
03:36
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Look for a giant
Who guards the gloomy hollow tree
If he's heard all your stories
There is no need to bleed
So flash
To cheapest London streets
At night of soul came one weak man
Oh Armatrend, dear Armatrend
Oh me, I'm just a London cook
Subject of jokes in the morning streets
I still haven't got that fancy look
Lotion's too expensive for me
And clothes won't set me free
But daughters of sun, bright solar angels
Nobody ever saw in her eyes – panoramic splashing
Wishes and sky jewel kisses
And of ladies from joyous circles
I sing my songs
For her
She accepts them
Man, what an affair
She took me on on a trip by Arabic limousine
It was really heavy and we took out from hell
Then we went up with Arabian airlines
Through thick clouds hanging in the evening air
Then flash
To morning seaside tales
On sails of death came one black ship
Apocalypse, apocalypse
On ships of dawn came one dead whip
Apocalypse, apocalypse
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9. |
Gray
02:55
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I once knew a girl
As happy as could be
She was dancing with the birds
In the trees
I once knew a boy
Happy by her side
Together they would drink
And together they would ride
But time took them away
And days of youth couldn't stay
Dreams got lost in the gray
People pass like wind
Waves on quiet sea
People never last
In their fantasy
They think they're here to cry
Does heaven look like this
Together we should laugh
Immortal in the dream
But time takes us away
And days of youth cannot stay
Dreams get lost in the gray
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11. |
The Mad Bishop
03:02
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Curse the sky, attack the land
Friend of god, a rough command
Lights profane and merciless
Death in one absurd caress
Here walks
Mad bishop
Here rules
Mad bishop
Mad bishop roams the country
Far beyond his grave
His new ideas are written
On the back of every slave
Say the rosary, dine with me
Fewer words to set you free
Garbage falling from his mouth
Trampling stoned I live without
The curse
Mad bishop
It’s worse
Mad bishop
Mad bishop rules the country
Dead immortal fate
His old laws make the dinner
His words the deadly plate
Thinking fame, caring hands
White as dove, magic wands
Sandwich hour cursing time
Playing marbles with his mind
Our leader
Mad bishop
Our killer
Mad bishop
Mad bishop chains the country
Takes his rusty chain to bed
His madness passed as wisdom
Now everybody else is mad
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12. |
The Isle of Men
03:18
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We left Earth at 4 A.M.
The day that Jerry died
We took a journey to the stars
Where a home we hoped to find
We found a galaxy of dreams
And a solar system there
Which contained a perfect planet
Green plains, blue rivers, clean air
And there was also a giant ocean
In colors orange and red
In the centre laid a wondrous island
Let’s call it the Isle of Men
Two suns rise each long hot day
And the moon is always visible
Unknown stars above our heads
We realized we’re really small
Our Isle looks like paradise
We live content in peace
We shall not repeat the mistakes of our history
Second chance we just can’t miss
Found our joys and shaped our lives
The way we wanted to
Concrete Earth is falling apart
And the atom bomb done no good
The flood came down to annihilate sinners
And wipe them off their lands
While here we live perfectly human
Dwelling in the Isle of Men
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13. |
Candy Rose
04:00
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You’re so stupid that you’re almost sweet
But your attitude makes me sick
First I wanted to go for your heart
Now I wanna go for your throat
Bloody snowflakes in my nose
In my hand a candy rose
You’re so wicked that you’re almost good
Acting twice as bad as I could
And I’m a real SOB they say
But you’re worst when I stand in your way
You almost caused my overdose
You gave me vitamin C and some candy rose
I’m so nervous that I’m almost cool
You have turned a wise man into a fool
You took my money and crashed my car
You locked my soul in a dirty jar
With flies
Eating my heart out
And ants
Eating my brain out
So I warn you in case you did not know
Don’t give your heart to a candy rose
Sitting by the riverside
A flower in her hand
She tried to really love somebody
But no one understands
Like an old man with a dog
Walk the streets alone
She never found a way
And she never found a home
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The Strange World of A.J. Kaufmann Poznań, Poland
A.J. Kaufmann is a Polish psychedelic music artist, whose sound spans across genres including folk, noise, grunge, krautrock, space rock, and psychedelic rock. He is known for his heavy riffs, spaced-out soundscapes, and poetic lyrics. With a long and diverse discography, A.J. Kaufmann is a true pioneer of Polish psychedelic music, and his music continues to inspire and move listeners worldwide. ... more
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