1. |
Into Another World
05:14
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I’m gonna wake you up
oh oh upside down
I’m gonna wrap your pulse
around my my mine
yeah yeah around my mind
we’re gonna drive all night
all night and through the daze
these hours are in the stars
we’re gonna shoot them far
yeah yeah shoot them so far
its real far so far
oh wont you take me up
into infinity
wash time from my hair
drink life from my
skin
oh wont you take me out
into the open night
feel my electric rails
train train high voltage rail
surge
oh wont you lift your legs
and let our spirit grind
until we fall from here
into another time
into another world
into another time
into another world
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2. |
Satellite
05:54
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oh satellite
your trancing in my space
tracing my spine
i think I can fly now
i feel so good
as I cut through the sky
i feel so alive
as I target your eyes
i rain and I pour
you know that I can
i am what I’m not
going to say that I am
i just wanna fly its true
with my only friend again
i just wanna dive right through
your eyes and your mind and wind
oh my satellite
oh satellite
your circling my life
an uncertain light
blink blinks through the night
uncertain nights
with my satellite
you know if I could
I’d cut right through you
what are we receiving
what are we transmitting
drifting in solitude
in fractions of one not two
oh my satellite
I wish I could fly with you
cut borders and time in two
I just wanna swim right through
with satellite wings for you
oh my satellite
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3. |
Rain
06:56
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rain
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4. |
Scratchy Groove
04:14
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oh you've been stuck inside the scratchy groove
and you seem to turn towards what’s new
oh and the day flies towards the hazy noon
oh you do ooh uh
oh you forgot yourself in working hours
oh oh you shook yourself you shook off my desires
oh its times metal trains derailing our minds
yes it’s true ooh uh
yes it’s true uh uh
oh ive been trippin in these endless hours
cu cutting faces with sensations I devour
although I must admit things seems to change
until they do
oh ive been scratching circles on the moon
oh ive been stumbling drunk sometimes until noon
oh ive assessed the situation and I must admit
that I’m stuck again inside a song
yes I’m stuck again inside a song
yes it’s true oh it’s true yes you too ooh ooh
yes it’s true oh it’s true yes you too ooh ooh
yes it’s true ooh ooh
ooh uh
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5. |
Radio
05:00
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morning pours through the windows
constructing bodies of air
clear shells masking
flesh and bone preoccupations
into the tunnels
that's where we ride
steel wheels dreaming
throwing echoes at the walls
a radio paints music
weaves through the fiber
of silent minds
a color dream
steel wheels dreaming
on swaying tracks
silence cut by violence
electric trains
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6. |
Chinese Song
07:28
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7. |
On & Off
04:52
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you asked me for my time I couldn’t tell
you asked for how long I said I’m not sure
so far you tell me nothing at least where nothing is at
but you know its all something just a matter of fact
is that where we are where nothing is at
cause nothing comes and nothing goes and nothing comes from nothing
what is is not what isn’t is and what is that to me
you know times just wasted working away
you know its nothing new just day after day
so why does life stop soon as we begin
oh I’m not sure sad shape we’re in
when something has nothing I mean what the hell
what comes between so many things won and lost at the same time
improper dreams uneven game of censored movements
i mean what the hell we’re all so common
depending on the man instead of ourselves
if something comes from nothing its hard to tell
unless you follow your head and body as well
cause we all know waiting and that’s were nothing is at
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8. |
Sliding
05:31
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we're falling
through windows
through fields
of unclear time
with pictures
of buildings and
streetlights
and stars
we're walking
through years
through time
and its drunken air
blue glass
black glass
each year
becomes shorter
each year
we walk
further away
from ourselves
I feel the milk
in my veins
pouring through
the cracks
of my skin
so much broken time
its all broken time
so much wasted time
so much broken glass
its all broken time
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