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styx travel inc.
02:28
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a day off from myself
03:22
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this room’s a little strange
& i’m like a stranger too, dear diary
i’m going mad,
there’s a monster under my bed
getting ready to eat
i can’t stand my own reflection anymore,
but the mirrors are patient
‘knock! knock! knock!’ on the window block
‘hey, raven, did you come for a talk?’
i need a day off from myself.
stealing the pieces,
fragments & glimpses of time
from underneath my pillow
i’m getting lost in between the walls
at home as it’s growing small
we never talked,
but you brought me a chalk
& i draw a cellar door on the floor
a few steps down the stairs
somewhere to the other place
i need a day off from myself.
in the darkness waits my other place
i need a day off from myself
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3. |
dead astaire
01:56
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dancing like the ground’s a fire plate
dancing when the music’s gone away
dancing & the blood is boiling
now everything is falling
& you don’t know what’s going on
dancing through the looking-glass
but your wonderland’s
not meant to last
dance all night & eat your funeral pie
he’ll make you twist & shout
until you die. dead astaire!
dancing like a madman
in a mushroom cloud
he’s dancing & he’s laughing loud
he’s dancing in the tv screen
& the life you lived has turned to heroin
dead astaire!
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let’s take a walk to the edge of town & knock the door of the haunted house
can’t help myself, she’s put a spell on me, i fell in love with public enemy
i run. run. run. for one look into your eyes
run. run. run. i’m hypnotised
run. run. run. for one last time
i’m lost in those different shades of black
voodoo dance in the dying night, i’ve lost control over space & time
it’s way too late for a kiss goodbye, she has to run, i have to run
run! run! run! headless horseman’s in the town
run. run! run! run! he’s the king of headless crowd
run! run! run! don’t let them get you down just because your eyes are different shades of black
brother balthasar in a brand new car says: ‘burn the witch!’
brother balthasar in a rand new car. yeah, he’s a star. he’s a star...
run! run! run! don’t let them get you down just because your eyes are different shades of black
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5. |
lionella
03:48
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days are running out of sun
it’s too dark for an afternoon
sometimes i feel alone
with her in the room
naked on a red coloured bed
in silence we lie
except she’s not quite there to see the flowers die
she put her angel wings back on
an innocence to fake & off she took to lisbon
& off she takes into the night
lionella, lionella, your lips start to shake
lionella, lionella, i even love the way you say goodbye
i’m running out of steps
she rides the wind above the roofs
black clouds will dance with her
to a song composed by the moon
i stray within her maze
inside i feel the rain
it’s coming down on me
i’ll never find a way
she’s out there, i’m here
& the silence between
lionella, lionella, your lips start to shake
lionella, lionella, i even love the way you say goodbye
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a few years ago you unchained my heart
& put it on a cocaine plate
since then we’re insane, constantly high.
fucking in the filthy rain
did you know we’re not young anymore?
did you know it’s not fun anymore?
i say ‘no, baby, no..’
never enough. i don’t get it, you don’t get it
when will it end? this lonely honeymoon in the wasteland
on the 8th floor of a trembling house of cards
i’m praying for the encore
but one heart is done & the other one’s just about
to slam the paper door
did you know it will fall? did you know i have to go?
you say ‘no, baby, no..’
never enough. i don’t get it, you don’t get it
when will it end? this lonely honeymoon in the wasteland
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7. |
nocturnal groove
01:53
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she took her medicine to hear the shadows sing
the sun was playing blinds like a hundred golden strings
a rattlesnake on a hot tin roof laid down a beat for the final groove
he took his baby out for a midnight drive
the moon was shining bright like hermes & his holy light
fireworks reflecting in his tears
when he buried her under willow trees
gone, gone, gone
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out of seven orphaned cats only one was black
that’s why the man tried to drown him, tied in a sack
that rainy night he survived, scared, but alive
in the streets of a dirty town a new life was found
frankie the cat
yeah, you bet it was hard, body full of scars
he lost an eye in a fight & got hit by a car
once a leader of a gang till betrayed & stabbed
left bleeding in the street, but still he wasn’t dead
9 lives of frankie the cat
frankie was accused of carrying bad luck
kids set his tail on fire or tied him to a truck
thrown out of a window,
rescued by a witch who was cooking a cat soup
he escaped that ugly bitch
9 lives of frankie the cat
one night he saw her out on the street
walking like goddess in a mute symphony
eight times to die for one day to live
finally it was for real
he fell in love with a beautiful cat
she made him think his life’s not that bad
he fell in love with a beautiful cat
she broke his heart & for frankie that was that
9 lives of frankie the cat
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9. |
freakshow
02:50
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captured by a strange circus parade
madhouse. only one way to escape
countless rounds of the same reprise
i’m taking part in the march of freaks
freakshow in crowded streets & city halls
freakshow in traffic jams & shopping malls
freakshow. museums are all about freakshow
once you’re in there’s no way out
it won’t let me speak, it won’t let me breathe
yeah, i’m a freak
six feet under or the trial on your mind
what’s the difference mr k.?
she’s always walking by your side
lady shady, her eternal smile
freakshow, once you’re in there’s no way out
freakshow in rock’n’roll & mirror balls
freakshow on the eastern side of the berlin wall
freakshow. it’s turning people inside out
freakshow. once you’re in there’s no way out
they won’t let me speak, they won’t let me breathe
(i’m a freak)
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pirate song
02:48
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burning. the ship is burning
the endless ocean will not be kind
drinking when everything is sinking down
i’ll put a letter into this bottle of wine
dear ocean will you marry me? farewell
dear lovers, dear hookers. farewell
treasure of a dying clown. farewell
i have to tell my secret now
this ship is going down
do you hear me anyone?!
singing about the life we’re living
about the dreams we had, treasures that we kept
don’t worry, i’d like to say i’m sorry
but in this moment i have no regrets
dear ocean will you marry me? farewell
dear lovers, dear hookers. farewell
bluesy smile of a dying clown. farewell
i have to tell my secrets now
this ship is going down
do you hear me anyone?!
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11. |
cabaret marionette
04:27
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turn off the lights. we don`t have to look.
as if it wasn’t enough that we have lost our minds
nightmares are fine as long as you are sleeping.
don’t think that when you wake up
they’re gonna be less creepy
don’t be shy. face it tonight.
let’s lose our minds again
we took our bow, then left the stage & the show
‘cause in the eyes of the crowd
we were just dull looking toys
no chance to find a way we can become alive.
so stop saying that you’re sorry
for what you’re leaving behind.
don’t be shy. face it tonight.
let’s lose our minds again
2 runaway marionettes. we cut the strings
2 runaway marionettes. we cut the strings
2 runaway marionettes. we cut the strings
2 runaway marionettes. that’s who we are…
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12. |
miss_understanding
03:15
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it’s cold outside
but you don’t seem to mind.
moving through the crowd.
silent inside. dead or alive.
stripped of the lies.
drowned in dirt & self-proclaimed art
of words. of sound.
everything is ending.
everything will end.
everything is ending
in gorgeous miss_understanding.
make love to her.
make love to her.
honey, too many words forgotten..
i know it hurts.
honey, i let you down.
honey, goodbye.
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