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A.D.D.
02:05
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Bear Hunter
04:21
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--Lyrics from 'Mr. Nobody' used with very kind permission of Jaco Van Dormael and Harold Manning--
I often have this dream
In prehistoric times,
I can hear you screaming.
I chase the bear and you're not afraid anymore
But when I wake up, there's no bear
But you're still afraid,
And I'm not a bear hunter
I'm an executive at a plant
That manufactures photocopying machines
That just quit his job.
I don't dare to move, I don't live,
Whatever I do is a disaster.
I would love to set out to chase the bear away
And for you to not be afraid anymore.
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3. |
Birthmarks
03:14
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My dad can't look me in the eyes
His figure reflects deep inside
Birthmarks
He's stuck deep in the cotton field
I keep on smoking when I'm ill
Birthmarks
Untuned clocks and bride-less dogs
Hypochondria, short bones
Birthmarks.
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4. |
Seasons Break
03:02
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Rotting steams rise up from the floor
I loved you more
Frying smell from the sushi's bar door
I loved you more
Fuck me fast and short and above me
Then maybe smoke something
Or eat a toast or have a drink
But shut the door after you leave
And I loved you more.
A sick allergy to seasons break
I loved you more
This city is always between seasons
I loved you more
The street forgot its last night stabbed
As the junky spreads her sheets
This country is too small of a toilet bowl
To contain all its shit
And I loved you more.
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5. |
The Run
02:22
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We gonna run run run run somewhere else
We gonna run run somewhere else
We used to swim swim down the sewerage well
We gonna run run somewhere else
No longer breath this power stations smoke
We gonna run run somewhere else
Till we can't see see see this crumbling state
We gonna run run somewhere else
We gonna sink sink those old ideals down
We gonna burn those sacred sites
Welcome to eat eat eat what you have cooked
Welcome to clean all your own puke
Yes we will run run run run somewhere else
We gonna run run somewhere else
We'll see the bomb explode from far away
We gonna run run somewhere else
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6. |
On the Galaxy
03:16
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In the beginning of the last world war
My energy came to an end
You wanted light and you wanted it warm
But suddenly I understand
That I had a case
With the most ungrateful race
On the galaxy
Behold the gulf at the end of the cliff
The rope down below you is getting worn
You've been the heir and the capital's thief
Now I’m turning off what you have won
And now there’s no one's left
To pollute my set
To be hasty, to forget
Billion years have left.
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7. |
Sleep Paralysis
02:41
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Far beyond all the woods
Where the wild plants are
They chained me to this rotten torture room
Sat me on the electric chair
While the nun prayed again
The devil visited her cold veins
And the voice in my head
Sent me to cut her sinner hands
And the birds are fine today
On their migration phase
Outside my window above my bed
Sleep paralysis, eyes are wide open
And the demon in my head ruins and messes me up
When God went down from heaven
Wearing her finest, adorned dress
Sitting right on my chest
As the steams in my wall shaping
Into four equal squares
She set me free outside my bed.
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8. |
The New Religion
03:53
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Every time we met Phil
Every time he smoked some pot
Every night alone
Every young boy that he loved
Every unemployment
Every child he never had
Every time he forgets
To get out in time from bed
He looks so sad to you
For me he is that thing to be
To be outside the new religion
Every workaholic
Every broker in the bank
Every Mona-Lisa
All those cats live in a sack
Every cognac drinker
Every suit choked bastard can
Fucks his daily mistress
Cos he forgot his wife in bed
He looks so sad to me
For you he is something to be
Take a part in the new religion.
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9. |
The Horror Show
03:35
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Welcome to the horror show
Glad you’re with us tonight
May I offer you a drink?
Lean back in front of the sights
And let the butchery begin
Stepping out of the fog screen unveil
The man with the fiery breath
The well suited dwarf and the bearded girl
Are shackled now to the cage
And may the butchery begin
You’re gonna sleep no more
Puddles of tears you’ve torn
You need to drain your gore
But you will face the horror show
The jester juggling skulls of the damned
A pig jumps through rings of fire
Mean candy man comes with poisoned treats
As the clown falls down from the wire
And the butchery begin
So welcome to the horror show
Are you enjoying yourself?
Thirst for blood and craving of lands
Are on our trophy shelf
But the hunger never fills.
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10. |
Losing Myself
04:58
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I’m losing myself
Again and again
Keep losing myself
Again and again
The sun won’t shine
Never again
And the sky will storm
And rage all day
Cause I don’t know how to take you off my mind
I’m losing myself
Again and again
To the worms in my brain
Again and again
The car that he crashed
Too close the drain
I’ll lose to that one
Again and again.
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11. |
Equals
03:52
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When the earth slowed down its circling
In trying to stop our run
It burned us up, it pushed us down
I vomit nails and ants
And I jizzed some blood
Start blowing now the clowns head off
And cut the crowds hands for
Clapping with too much passion
For applauding the abomination
For admiring the nation
Now Muhammad looks so small
And Jesus is so Christ today
Moses stutters more than ever
Buddha's getting fat
Now we can end as equals.
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Vocals: Ariel Pedatzur
Drums and Vocals: Dor Harari
Guitar and Vocals: Eden Atad
Guitar: Yaniv Bin
Bass: Yoni Deutsch
Keys and vocals: Raz Copperman
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