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- Učlanjen(a)
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"Nonpareil Of Favor"
"Nonpareil Of Favor"
My lover, I've been donating time to review
All the misinterpretations that define me and you
I'm thinking about you
In my secret language
Cause I know you're the only one
Who can help me take it easy
Now I'm happy in the head
Knowing there ain't no sucker in the world
That's a threat to us
We've become material
It's like hey you were always there
just on the tip of my tongue
And I needed you to happen, yeah
And now that you happened
And it really really really came true
I feel like I oughta thank somebody
So I'm gonna thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
So I'm calling your ass up at like
three in the morning saying
"Wake up young dragon, let's go get compromised"
You'll be my little ally and
You can have it which way you choose
Now I'm so bombed out by your paradigm kisses
How I've hacked at our southern hemispheric eleven gods
Now I'm Cracking my sweet love
I'm cracking my sweet love (3x)
"Nonpareil Of Favor"
My lover, I've been donating time to review
All the misinterpretations that define me and you
I'm thinking about you
In my secret language
Cause I know you're the only one
Who can help me take it easy
Now I'm happy in the head
Knowing there ain't no sucker in the world
That's a threat to us
We've become material
It's like hey you were always there
just on the tip of my tongue
And I needed you to happen, yeah
And now that you happened
And it really really really came true
I feel like I oughta thank somebody
So I'm gonna thank you
Thank you, thank you, thank you
Thank you, thank you
So I'm calling your ass up at like
three in the morning saying
"Wake up young dragon, let's go get compromised"
You'll be my little ally and
You can have it which way you choose
Now I'm so bombed out by your paradigm kisses
How I've hacked at our southern hemispheric eleven gods
Now I'm Cracking my sweet love
I'm cracking my sweet love (3x)
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- Učlanjen(a)
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"Nursing Slopes"
"Nursing Slopes"
I know what it says about me, that I hate myself less for what I did to you and more
For what has become of us
Naturally I'm anxious and unstable knowing I'm lost to my best friend though I see
You almost every day
In my cracked kingdom in my terror hive of brutal nostalgia
On some self imposed house arrest of the mind that's useless
Trying to numb the fear, the fear, that deforms the negatives and makes all
Memories pathetic, so pathetic
I have no charm to win you back, the anthers drained, the feria is over
Of what sweetness still remains, I can't trust myself
Oh the complex codes, the polymorphic addled führer of our arrangement
I'm lost to my best friend though I see you almost every day
"Nursing Slopes"
I know what it says about me, that I hate myself less for what I did to you and more
For what has become of us
Naturally I'm anxious and unstable knowing I'm lost to my best friend though I see
You almost every day
In my cracked kingdom in my terror hive of brutal nostalgia
On some self imposed house arrest of the mind that's useless
Trying to numb the fear, the fear, that deforms the negatives and makes all
Memories pathetic, so pathetic
I have no charm to win you back, the anthers drained, the feria is over
Of what sweetness still remains, I can't trust myself
Oh the complex codes, the polymorphic addled führer of our arrangement
I'm lost to my best friend though I see you almost every day
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"Obsidian Currents"
"Obsidian Currents"
You like to think that you can
Live beyond good and evil
Amputated from humanity
On some lifelong intellectual retreat
Everything is conceptual and
All is rhetorical
You can feel so powerful
When you're forced to face the physical world
You scurry like an insect
There is a virus in your tenets
Don't be naive, you know it's true
And if you don't protect yourself
Obsidian currents
Will devour you
You have committed yourself
Wholly to the dominion of semantics and ideas
All things cerebral and abstract
No patience for impractical emotions
Burning everyone who
Ever tried to get close to you
But you're so lizard-like you don't
Feel any passion for anything but yourself
There is a virus in your tenets
Don't be naive, you know it's true
And if you don't protect yourself
Obsidian currents
Will devour you
"Obsidian Currents"
You like to think that you can
Live beyond good and evil
Amputated from humanity
On some lifelong intellectual retreat
Everything is conceptual and
All is rhetorical
You can feel so powerful
When you're forced to face the physical world
You scurry like an insect
There is a virus in your tenets
Don't be naive, you know it's true
And if you don't protect yourself
Obsidian currents
Will devour you
You have committed yourself
Wholly to the dominion of semantics and ideas
All things cerebral and abstract
No patience for impractical emotions
Burning everyone who
Ever tried to get close to you
But you're so lizard-like you don't
Feel any passion for anything but yourself
There is a virus in your tenets
Don't be naive, you know it's true
And if you don't protect yourself
Obsidian currents
Will devour you
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"Obviousatonicnuncio"
"Obviousatonicnuncio"
There's not really a name for what we are
Or how they devalued the flesh of our ugly prophet
Third Reich Christian right why of teens having fun
Nobody's baby breath I have
Could you love me wrong like just until somebody better comes along
She said she wants to be vacant, is that detected?
You've relapsed back to a losing way, you're a lovely game everybody plays her
How many moves should I erase? Just the aborted centuries and the superstitious ones are the best parts
The body is quick to forgive where the spirit's only vengeful
I've got such a hunger for the obvious (like his head was some look low like mine)
And desire is arachnidian
I will video your liberation from the cycle of Samsara
In my empire of negation there's no humbling nativity and I'm reading without one
Though I don't breed them
Better rough me up stranger like I want to be a pregnant restaurant
Up to celebrate your creepy black servant's long milk tits
Seeping models of skinny moist paters at the Planned Parenthood cut from elderly cunts
Where arobicus kiss the grain and the gloves is always changing
I am a Capricorn wearing a Bacchus
Traveling around with my head full of the worst shit
I've got such a hunger for the obvious (hunger for the obvious)
Quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our ruins of public display (like his head was some look low like mine)
I'm calling it the catastasis
There's still so many deaths it should really be a motivator
But there are Valiums of that simply must unhinge me first
Or forbid the pregnancy, and that's not happening
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer, million dollar hate
"Obviousatonicnuncio"
There's not really a name for what we are
Or how they devalued the flesh of our ugly prophet
Third Reich Christian right why of teens having fun
Nobody's baby breath I have
Could you love me wrong like just until somebody better comes along
She said she wants to be vacant, is that detected?
You've relapsed back to a losing way, you're a lovely game everybody plays her
How many moves should I erase? Just the aborted centuries and the superstitious ones are the best parts
The body is quick to forgive where the spirit's only vengeful
I've got such a hunger for the obvious (like his head was some look low like mine)
And desire is arachnidian
I will video your liberation from the cycle of Samsara
In my empire of negation there's no humbling nativity and I'm reading without one
Though I don't breed them
Better rough me up stranger like I want to be a pregnant restaurant
Up to celebrate your creepy black servant's long milk tits
Seeping models of skinny moist paters at the Planned Parenthood cut from elderly cunts
Where arobicus kiss the grain and the gloves is always changing
I am a Capricorn wearing a Bacchus
Traveling around with my head full of the worst shit
I've got such a hunger for the obvious (hunger for the obvious)
Quite unlike this demonic radiation
Of our ruins of public display (like his head was some look low like mine)
I'm calling it the catastasis
There's still so many deaths it should really be a motivator
But there are Valiums of that simply must unhinge me first
Or forbid the pregnancy, and that's not happening
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer
You were such a killer, wasted one
You were such a killer, million dollar hate
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"Old Familiar Way"
"Old Familiar Way"
Neither the flowers on the hill
or the moonlight on the sea
Have ever looked so blue
And everything looks new again
In that old familiar way
The view from my room
of the ships on the bay
Had come to bore me through and through
But they suddenly seem new again
In that old familiar way
The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree
Had long gone unnoticed by me
I'm stunned by what now I finally see
It's amazing the wonders you can find
Just by stepping outside
There's a skip in my step a divine state of joy
In everything I do
Cause I am feeling new again
In that old familiar way
When I'm awoken from my dreams
by a cuckoo on the roof
I always join in too
And every sound sounds new again
In that old familiar way
The life I used to know
when I was busy always on the go
Left me with nothing to show
Now I feel that I can honestly say
I'm living a suitable life
I'm glad I finally got it right
Welcome to the Gay Parade
"Old Familiar Way"
Neither the flowers on the hill
or the moonlight on the sea
Have ever looked so blue
And everything looks new again
In that old familiar way
The view from my room
of the ships on the bay
Had come to bore me through and through
But they suddenly seem new again
In that old familiar way
The delicate ballet of blossoms falling off a tree
Had long gone unnoticed by me
I'm stunned by what now I finally see
It's amazing the wonders you can find
Just by stepping outside
There's a skip in my step a divine state of joy
In everything I do
Cause I am feeling new again
In that old familiar way
When I'm awoken from my dreams
by a cuckoo on the roof
I always join in too
And every sound sounds new again
In that old familiar way
The life I used to know
when I was busy always on the go
Left me with nothing to show
Now I feel that I can honestly say
I'm living a suitable life
I'm glad I finally got it right
Welcome to the Gay Parade
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"Old People In The Cemetery"
"Old People In The Cemetery"
Old people in the cemetery
what must they be thinking of?
must be frightening must be scary
to visit the grave of a close friend
who was the same age as you when they died
There's nothing precious about
old people in the cemetery
reciting bible passages
unprepared to come to terms with
the fact that we're all food for worms
what do they think a prayer
could make a difference now?
There's nothing sadder than
an old woman in the cemetery
picking leaves off of her husbands tomb
Knowing that her only wish is
that she will die and join him soon
It's so sad to see them all just wither away,
there's nothing sadder then old people like that
It must be hard to relate
after the world of your youth
totally evaporates
Old men in the cemetery
lurking like faint shadows of the dead
gazing down at mother's plot
and longing to be there instead
it's a dreary fate
and no one should have to be
as depressing as old people like that
"Old People In The Cemetery"
Old people in the cemetery
what must they be thinking of?
must be frightening must be scary
to visit the grave of a close friend
who was the same age as you when they died
There's nothing precious about
old people in the cemetery
reciting bible passages
unprepared to come to terms with
the fact that we're all food for worms
what do they think a prayer
could make a difference now?
There's nothing sadder than
an old woman in the cemetery
picking leaves off of her husbands tomb
Knowing that her only wish is
that she will die and join him soon
It's so sad to see them all just wither away,
there's nothing sadder then old people like that
It must be hard to relate
after the world of your youth
totally evaporates
Old men in the cemetery
lurking like faint shadows of the dead
gazing down at mother's plot
and longing to be there instead
it's a dreary fate
and no one should have to be
as depressing as old people like that
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"On The Drive Home"
"On The Drive Home"
There's an echo in my body echoes slide
Down the roof
You looked like heaven in bloom, I might now
Look deep in those eyes
Whose kindness moves my Texas to Oklahoma
Drops of light on the bed rolling off into a
Puddle on the floor You unbuttoned your life
And let me go
My eyes are as brown as blueberries love
Must put a mountain outside every window
I was crying my eyes out everything I drank
turned to tears, cherry cola tears, iced tea tears
I want to grab your words and fill them with
Coffee there we lie like monkees in our beds
Burying each frown that gets born
I'll climb up under your nightgown we'll try to
Tickle a laugh out of the mattress
I'll use your boobs for a pillow
"On The Drive Home"
There's an echo in my body echoes slide
Down the roof
You looked like heaven in bloom, I might now
Look deep in those eyes
Whose kindness moves my Texas to Oklahoma
Drops of light on the bed rolling off into a
Puddle on the floor You unbuttoned your life
And let me go
My eyes are as brown as blueberries love
Must put a mountain outside every window
I was crying my eyes out everything I drank
turned to tears, cherry cola tears, iced tea tears
I want to grab your words and fill them with
Coffee there we lie like monkees in our beds
Burying each frown that gets born
I'll climb up under your nightgown we'll try to
Tickle a laugh out of the mattress
I'll use your boobs for a pillow
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"One Of A Very Few Of A Kind"
"One Of A Very Few Of A Kind"
Your hair is so dark, it's curls are dancing flames of black fire
Allah created you just for us to admire
I doubt that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind, Yes you are
Your eyes are so clear, the seem to speak to me from a gleeful world
And they look link singing moons made of black pearl.
I'm not saying that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind, Yes you are
You're as stunning as a tidal wave of wisteria
Just a smile from you has sent gents into histeria
I doubt that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind
One of a very few of a kind
"One Of A Very Few Of A Kind"
Your hair is so dark, it's curls are dancing flames of black fire
Allah created you just for us to admire
I doubt that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind, Yes you are
Your eyes are so clear, the seem to speak to me from a gleeful world
And they look link singing moons made of black pearl.
I'm not saying that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind, Yes you are
You're as stunning as a tidal wave of wisteria
Just a smile from you has sent gents into histeria
I doubt that you're the only one like you that I'll find
But for sure you're one of a very few of a kind
One of a very few of a kind
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- Učlanjen(a)
- 06.07.2010
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"Oslo In The Summertime"
"Oslo In The Summertime"
Oslo in the summertime; nobody can fall asleep, staring out the window from my bed.
At 4 A.M., the sun is up. Look, the sky is peppered with sea birds and with crows all cackling.
Up in treten Heimdalsgate, me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolf Nilsen Plass.
I practice my Norwegian on poor befuddled waitresses, who shake their heads completely at a loss.
Oslo in the summertime -- the streets are strangely quiet 'cause everyone's away on holiday.
Oslo in the summertime; Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day.
Pretty people everywhere, sun-lamp tans and flaxen hair -- just tell the American not to stare.
"Oslo In The Summertime"
Oslo in the summertime; nobody can fall asleep, staring out the window from my bed.
At 4 A.M., the sun is up. Look, the sky is peppered with sea birds and with crows all cackling.
Up in treten Heimdalsgate, me and Nina making fun of footballers in Rudolf Nilsen Plass.
I practice my Norwegian on poor befuddled waitresses, who shake their heads completely at a loss.
Oslo in the summertime -- the streets are strangely quiet 'cause everyone's away on holiday.
Oslo in the summertime; Pakistani children play locked inside of the courtyard all day.
Pretty people everywhere, sun-lamp tans and flaxen hair -- just tell the American not to stare.