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take seven!
04:12
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gloomy clouds; soil of the angels
pressing enormous weight into town,
air is loaded with fresh sex,
parents distracted by other couples,
their children fall on the street,
now they have to stop and cry,
stop and cry…
there was this blond girl in the subway,
(23rd broadway stop)
she had tissues between her fresh-painted toenails,
she just stood there and radiated
the desire of making love that noon,
making love that noon
when the train finally entered the tube
we grabbed the same pole to stay stable
stay stable during the ride...
go, please go,
take the seven; take the seven
go! please go! take the seven
take seven...
her hands where just under mine
and people started watching us
as if they started to feel
this strange thrill of excitement too
with every bend and wobble the train made,
our hands shove closer,
and closer
closer...
go, please go,
take the seven, take seven
go, please go, take the seven
take seven!
gloomy clouds;
soil of the angels
pressing enormous weight into town,
air is loaded with fresh sex,
parents distracted by other couples,
their children fall on the street,
now they have to stop and cry,
stop and cry…
stop–
GO! PLEASE! GO!
TAKE THE SEVEN!
TAKE SEVEN!
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pearl
04:12
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strolling outside
to catch some sunlight
just before dusk arrives…
step by step, I push the buttons
of my little phone,
(ha-ha-haa-laughter)
I dial and wait and wait and wait,
but nobody seems to be at home
(ha-ha-haa-even-more!)
all of a sudden, I looked
straight in to your eyes
I didn’t know what to do
but safe your picture in my mind
you continued your way and
I continued mine...
heading for the bridge,
all on my own again
waiting, on that bridge,
people passing by
just before dusk arrives
all of a sudden,
I felt tears ran through my eyes
I didn’t know, what to do
but hold a sample in my hand
trains kept passing under my feet,
sunset caressed my face
and I kept that pearl inside my hand…
so I returned,
back home again
without walking back
just to close that circle now…
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late spring, sweet riots
03:29
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take me by my hand
grab me, pull me
out of this house
trail me drag me outside
give me a skin, cover my flesh
with your deep love
and put some words in my ears
under waiting, blossom-less trees
I am stretched to death
for I longed so much
too much , for peace
now! take me.. (etc.)
jump in spring,
jump into death
of summer, leave and let my body
drift on september
and then, I'll tear my time
out of your book,
(forgive me)
bit learn how I'll return:
transformed at harvest-dusk,
when the grave earth-night
sucks light out of the sun
and when good old mother-moon
above her pale, pale loam:
expects her run a run a runaway's
expects her run a run a runaway's
to come come back home
to come come back home
from war (or whatever big men do)
war! (or whatever big men do,
stretched to death
for they longed so much,
too much for peace)
wrapped some stuff in cellophane and left...
I locked, the door of my house,
I locked it twice, locked it,
well shut now,
all inside is wrapped now,
and left now: in cellophane,
in cellophane,
till next year,
my dear,
dear
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4. |
bye Lulla
03:03
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if you would ask me, where I stay,
I think I really couldn’t tell you
and if you would ask me, how do I do
I’d show you the road to the aero-port
we just danced and got pretty drunk
that’s all what happened, the other night
if you would ask me, what I would like,
I would order the same you,
and if you would ask me, if I’ve got some change,
I would answer, straight into your face:
everywhere and any-time
you may show me your tears
but don’t you ever ask me
for money again,
again...
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f* and... Amsterdam, The Netherlands
are:
Florian de Backere (vocals)
Bart de Vrees (percussion & beats)
Wilbert Bulsink (keyboards)
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