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Out on the look for an angels head
Your ambition is to race and your moral's dead
Constantly attacking versions of your self
Leaning on the sofa her fat is shivering
Be wicked for a week and back to work again
We will be providing your amusement and your clothes
Don't look at the page while you draw
Drowning in the sweetest waters
Out on the night for to have some fun
While the vomit on the pavement is pouring down
Think you'd like to find someone to exercise your holes
So take off your shoes and kiss my face
Have some good old schizophrenia taking place
Come up with different names for what you want
Look at her fleet of unborn babies
Tempting to destroy and burn your maybes
Time for the eruption of all the things you hold
Don't look at the page while you go
Drowning in the sweetest waters
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Here I Am
05:40
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Here I am Free for my fantasy
Free for my everything
Satisfying hungers violently
Here I am
Separate from my family
Separate from my everything
One more realistic desperate being
Here I am Holding on religiously
Holding on to anything
What is your Star sign? let me read your palm
Here I am
Picking up photography
Picking up one more thing
Painting the world in good old black and white
Here I am
Waiting for the world to end
I’m waiting for the world to end
God knows I don’t have any other plans
Here I am
Faithfull to a chain and a reverb
Faithfull to a chain and a reverb
They seem to keep me better company than you do
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Desire It
04:12
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Smoke's pyling up now from both of the towers
It won't be too long till they fall on each other
While this whole town desires it
Wiping her face from their liquids she's higher
Five men around yet she misses her father
And somehow she desires it
Where is my life when I need it the most?
A-Ah Uoo Wa-A It looks like you've lost
Their hanging a sing and you've seen it before
A-Ah Uoo Wa-A seen it before
Sitting in paper boats out in the field
Resting their hunger, embracing their shield
Wishing they'd stop desiring
Smelling my hands sardines, sperm and tobacco
The wildest parties are right near where I go
But I don't seem to desire it
Where is my life when I need it the most?
A-Ah Uoo Wa-A it looks like you've lost
Where are my friends when I need them the most?
A-Ah Uoo Wa-A tracing a ghost
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I will sing your name o-lord
I will sing your name with a ten string lute
For I have been made in a strange and frightening shape
I was molded in the bowels of the earth
in your book all my parts have been written
and your eys o-lord have seen my fetus
I will not see the spring
These lines are all that remains
Like the heaven circles, I fell into the bedlam
I'm gone I'm gone
My heart is filled with sorrow
I am sad tonight
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A Chance Is a Grave
04:37
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Human beings
A chance is but a grave
Every beach is a highway
A climb at unease a climb
My life in time
What's left is sex
Morality is gone
Of age they took care
We separated for enlightenment
We separated for enlightenment
Human beings
A chance is but a grave
Every beach is a highway
A climb at unease a climb
My life in time
What's left is sex
Morality is gone
Of age they took care
Bounded animals changing diates
because they've lost their why to live
And I'll meet you in the safety zone
See you in the safty zone
Dying to fly memorizing a truth
And we walk trough the interzone
Dying to try memorizing our youths
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Living Outside
02:19
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Your blue eyes have shattered
My buildings of thought
And I'm Happy to be living outside
We climbed over a tall fence
And started to walk
You pushed my boundries and it made feel alive
But all the time I was waiting for you to jump
all the time
waiting for you to jump to
I love how you listen
To moments and things
Fascinated by the special way they move
You close your eyes and shuffle
Through the pages of a book
Smiling when you come across a line you like
But all the time I was waiting for you to jump
all the time
waiting for you to jump to
You told me how you used to feel
Like a flower for the men
They'd mistaken you for a trophy of some kind
Well you should know I won't try to tame you
And even if I did
you're the kind that's happy living outside
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This Is Not My Language
03:19
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This is not my language
But I use it cause it pays
You are my sister
But you don't see it and you're late
We've come to real life crossroads
You've failed the first test
Under the signposts
People living in their nests
This is not my language
And I came here looking for you
Found you riding with the horses of your kind
Teaching you all that they knew
The wind on the flowers
Wind Blows in the towers
Wind blows on the others
Not on me
This is not my language
And I walk here looking around
Encountered a seagull with blood on it's chest
Eating a pigeon it found on the ground
People seem to like it when I'm violent to them
That makes them feel alive
After they've wasted their freedom on sins
After they've lost all their drive
Wind on the flowers
Wind Blows in the towers
Wind blows on the owls
Not on me
This is not my language
And I work here night after night
Losing my will to say anything real
Sleeping out the hours of light
Ah look at your dreams as they sink
Ah go and serve people their drink
You're working slowly and you always
Think to much
This is not my language
But I use it cause it pays
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אדם בן נון Berlin, Germany
Adam Ben Nun is a musician, writer and producer. He’s been active in the experimental music scene since the begining of the last decade, recording, preforming, and producing music for film, dance and art pieces. His works where played on renowned radio stations (inc. BBC, WFMU), and reviewed on important music blogs and magazines (inc. Tiny Mix Tapes, Newage Appocalypse). ... more
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