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15
01:14
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Said goodbye to the kit and the microphone
songs were born in the bedroom all alone
never seen a lefty bass before, waiting for the flow…
I’m thinkin’ ’bout our first rehearsal
singin’ ’bout that taxi driver
screaming loud till we figure it out: „Boy, what’s it all about?”
15 years of our time
15 beers at one time
15 ears of our crowd
make us feel alright
can you hear the lousy father-voice?
we rarely practice sexual intercourse,
MLC is the new driving force,
see you soon around!
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So many times
03:40
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So many times I’ve been waiting for,
waiting for the time to pass
So many times I’ve been looking for,
hoping for to see the rest
But now that the time is here
I look around and nothing’s clear
I expected more to see
Revelation is still missing for me now...
So many times I’ve been living for,
aiming for to have it all
So many times I’ve been eager for,
asking for to have much more
But now that I am much too old
and have yet not much to hold
If only one thing I’ve come to know
Strip your mind and feel the flow
Leave the rest and let it go
It makes no sense to seek and hope for more...
So many times I’ve been waiting for,
waiting for the time to pass
So many times I’ve been looking for,
hoping for to see the rest
But now that the time is here
I look around and nothing’s clear
I expected more to see
Revelation is still missing for me now...
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Sleepy
05:08
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Cannot requite, cannot reflect...
I can only crush and hurt
when my small self wants to burst
I embrace the bars of my cage,
imagine they’re scars on your face
You’ll notice no blinks, no sighs no sounds
Comfort yourself with being around
Clanging, banging deep within my brain
Spinning wheels, a shopping cart
it’s all I’ve got: repeat again and again!
it’s all you’ve got, more than enough
You wish this was some act of God
or of Satan, both: lack of love
But you can only lack what exists
I only show you chemical bits
Life-bits filtered through my unstructured cell
leaving traces of your joy and despair
I taste you tears though it’s so unfair:
real mothers should know real sons well
My fists struggle to break out but when they do
I hope you know I only live for you
as you only live for me without hope
and I hope you don’t know I’m sleepy,
sleepy too…
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EiLEMA Budapest, Hungary
rhythm'n'grunge from Budapest
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