1. |
Lonely Distances
05:03
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Yeah it's me who is going nuts
Yeah it's me who seeks your Sound
Yeah it's me into this isolation game
My love is no good thing
A cocktail of tangerine tears
The lover I never loved has died yesterday
Today is for my mourning
Tomorrow is for rejoice
The lover I Never was, the lover I’ll never be
But tomorrow is for rejoice,
Is for rejoice, my friend
I'm sick and tired of hiding my face
I'm sick and tired of being in disgrace
I'm sick and tired of waiting
Can you see me now
Can you see my chagrin
Can you see now my grim
Or is your brain still in quarantine
Lonely distances
Been walking them
All I got in return
Is despair and loneliness
Lonely distances
Been watching them
All I got in return
Is your black eyes on a white face
A pale white face
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2. |
Fury Storage Unit
03:59
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All my friends are made of wax
All enemies made of flesh
Where are the brains
Where are the brains
All my friends are made of wax
All enemies are on TV
where's the remote
where's the remote
All my friends are made of wax
All enemies in microscopes
where's the hourglass
where's the hourglass
Fury storage unit
Fury storage unit
Fury storage unit
All my days are made of lead
All my nights of alcohol
Where are the souls
Where are the souls
All my days are made of lead
All afternoons underground
where are the clocks
where are the clocks
All my days are made of lead
all this verbal discomfort
where are the knies
where are the knives
they're gonna come
they're gonna come
Fury storage unit
Fury storage unit
Fury storage unit
Life is one
And love is two
There is no third
The fourth went missing
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3. |
Under Arrest
04:32
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Your leather is eating my mind
Your leather is eating my mind
I am a zombie in Wedding now
Snails are walking past our souls
Snails are walking past our souls
it's raining now
Your feathers melting down
Your feathers melting down
I am a heretic in Europe now
And if we rise up, let's rise up fast
before they might discover us
we're blasphemous now
We feel soulless in a heart of bloody tales
and we don't regret
We feel painless in a sea of bloody words
and we don't complain
We feel faithless in a river of bloody if's
and we don't condemn
we can't condemn
We won't condemn until the apparent end
Snails are walking past our feet
Snails are walking past our feet
we're harmless now
Your feathers melting down
Your feathers melting down
We are the Heretic International
(you know we are)
Rise up your hands, we're under arrest now
Rise up your hands, we're under arrest now
Rise up your hands, we're lost in fashion now
Rise up your hands, we're fading out, fading out
We're fading out invisibly
Thoroughly concealing our identities
But we're fading out invisibly
we're fading out invisibly
Rise up your hands, we're under arrest now
Rise up your hands, we're under arrest now (now)
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4. |
Postmodern Lullaby
03:05
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Post modern lullaby
Bringing a bit of spark
It's one in the night
Just time for a good time
Post modern lullaby
Dreaming side by side
As it is just so hard
With lights outside
I am digging into your soul, in Rosenthaler Platz
I am digging into my soul, waiting into my heart
With you boiling your tea, waiting for one new fear
While I am boiling my tea, because water is not my gear
While you listen to a song, thinking of something I don't know
While I write another song, feeding the insects inside my faults
(We should now just fall asleep, and meet with strangers
at a subconscious party.)
Post modern lullaby
Depths of your needs
And all that we are
And then we live, then we live
And we somewhere inside
Inside our inner depths
And we somewhere inside
With no physical end
We should be what we are not
Feeding emotions, drinking our souls
We should be what we can't
As we breathe the breeze of hell
So let me be who I'm not
Unless when I'm with you
So let me be who I want
My enemy is just so blue
A radio song plays now
Calling ghostly names
I wonder if I'll be a whole note
Again alone, Again alone
Cocaine and kebab, cocaine and kebab
Don't ask me if I'm alive,
Sangría and kebab, sangría and kebab
I wonder if I'm still alive
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5. |
Revolution
03:34
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I threw up on the television
It's the apathy I'm living with
The tie that's hanging on
The borders of my pureness
Books lying all around
Never read a page of them
Trees dying all around
They can't breathe anymore
They can't breathe either
They're not alone
Can't settle on this darkness, The darkness we tolerate
Revolution is just a word, Revolution has lost
Can't live up with the sweetness, The sweetness we eject
Revolution is just a word, Revolution has lost
Cloudy day, empty night,
Can't stay home, can't go out
Cloudy night, empty day
We have seen the future
Metro girls, silent sounds
What's the point of this life
If you can't change it
If you can't change
Can't live up with the darkness, The darkness we elect
Revolution is just a word, Revolution has lost
Can't live up the expectations, Of productivity we have
Revolution is a rebuttal, Don't ask don't tell
(Can't write new songs of rejoice, the darkness is a blob
Revolution is just a word, just a word, revolution has just come)
I'm just hanging on the floor
Just killing time for now
Vegan Mary is on the ceiling
She is cooking another pet (Yeah, hell yeah)
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6. |
Torschlusspanik
03:24
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Torschlusspanik, Torschlusspanik
Torschlusspanik, was ist das?
Torschlusspanik, Torschlusspanik
Torschlusspanik, Warum ist so?
White dwarf, black dwarf
Two options on how to explode
Like the path of a lifetime
You go left or you go right
Alive or dead
Alive or dead
Torschlusspanik (remnants of explosion)
Torschlusspanik (reverbs of collision)
Torschlusspanik (stories of depression)
Wo bist du?
Red Sky, blue sky
Two option on when to look
Like the path of a highway
You go fast or you go faster
Alone or dead
Alone or dead
Torschlusspanik, Torschlusspanik
Torschlusspanik, Woher kommst du?
Trembles of the ground
You're losing equilibrium
Walking down the lake
Pretending not to care
But everything, everything
Is getting outta control
But everything, everything
Is getting out of touch
We can fly
We can fly
Let us fly, big brother
Torschlusspanik
Torschlusspanik
Torschlusspanik
Wo ist unsere Freiheit?
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7. |
Chain-Smoking Lady
03:56
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Where is your cigarette?
Where is your cigarette?
I know you need something in your hands.
Where is your cigarette?
Where is your cigarette?
I know it's a eventful life, a crazy ride.
And you're asking for a coffee,
and you're asking for a beer
and you keep your bike so close
as you do with all the things you care.
So let's dance to another tune, dear chain-smoking lady,
so let's talk, let's sing a song, let's catch this summer breeze,
dear chain-smoking lady, dear ruler of your dreams.
Where is your cigarette?
Where is your cigarette?
It smells like whiskey, it sounds like a good time.
Where is your cigarette?
Where is your cigarette?
Why don't you bring it forward, ready for another scene?
And you're asking for a coffee,
and you're asking for a beer
and you keep your words around
so anyone can hear.
So let's read to another book, dear chain-smoking lady,
so let's dance to another tune, let's share our nightly talks,
so let's dance to another tune, dear chain-smoking lady.
Let's keep our fingers crossed
because the things we keep untold
are the best and greatest truths;
because the words we keep untold
after lots of hours like that,
because the words we keep untold
are the ones we need pronounce now.
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8. |
Clouds of Berlin
02:59
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Clouds of Berlin
They watch over me
Clouds of Berlin
They cover my skin
Clouds of Berlin
They're hiding my fears
Clouds all around
They whisper a sound
They look from above
Digesting our souls
They water the roots
Of geniuses and fools
(They watch from afar
Preparing the stars
They recycle tears
For drivers and queens)
Clouds of Berlin
They watch over us
Clouds of Berlin
Defining the sky
Clouds of Berlin
And all that they steal
Clouds all around
The sun will be found
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Angelo Romano Palermo, Italy
Born 1982 in Sicily, Angelo Romano is a singer-songwriter with a totally personal approach to music and arts. His life is kind of a weird storybook, with several cities all around where he spent some time and lived his life: from Pisa to Florence, from Ottawa to Amsterdam, from Groningen to Berlin, Utrecht, Barcelona and then Palermo, where he is currently based. ... more
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