LYRICS

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Tell me stories about your leg

Tell me stories about your leg.

Footsteps it's taken.

How it bends its knee in pleasure.

How to caress its calve when sore.

The feeling of mud under its naked foot.

What makes it lose its balance.

What makes it jump.

How it feels when a tongue slides down its curves.

Does it play tricks on you?

Tell me how it tastes behind the knee.

How it obeys in savage beats.

How it prays on delirious pavements.

Tell me stories about your leg.

Neon Lights

So many women

So many tears 

So many wasted years

 

But you’re crying while I’m dying

The skies are grey and dying

There is somebody lying

To us

 

And I’ve been trying to make it shine

To shed a light into the night

Before it ends

 

It’s the sound of the mosquitoes heading for the neon life

Looking for blood

 

Take a dive inside my sinister eyes

Let’s make it right let’s make it work

But it won’t

 

It feels weird 

Seeing you waiving good-byes 

Weaving your tears into a rose of fears 

 

Endless nights we spent alone

Dusks of glory and despair

I drop acid in my head

Before I fade away I want to seize the day

 

So many thrills

So many unspoken chills

So many ruined dreams

 

It’s the sound of the mosquitoes looking for blood

Attracted and burned by the neon lights



I dream of dying

Fake men and mean women

with their conquering vaginas

devouring elfs and deers

towering bloody wombs

giving birth to economies and razorblades.

I dream of running in green fields

entering caves

meeting goddesses –amazons of the old

fighting daemons.

I dream of dying

Again and again

These are the best dreams I have.

Space Girl

She’s like a space girl

aetherial girl

brings the mayhem.

 

Want her from head to toes

tear up her clothes

is it vertigo

the way she makes me go.



She’s like a space girl

aetherial girl

brings the mayhem.

 

I see her walk

 I hear her talk

She’s like a drug in me

can’t escape her heat

all I need 

sweetest thing.

 

She’s like a space girl

aetherial girl

brings the mayhem.

 

Can’t let her go

she takes no no’s

and there off she goes

lustrous babe walking on her own

She’s like a space girl

ethereal girl

brings the mayhem.

You got your ways

You got your ways

You got your evil days

 

You’ve got your ways

You’ve got a million plays

You’ve got your taunting looks

You’ve got your high-heel boots

 

You got your ways

You got your evil days

 

You’ve got your ways

You’ve got what it takes

To make me crawl on the floor

To keep me asking for more

 

You got your ways

You got your evil days

 

You’ve got your ways
you’ve got your midnight pace

You’ve got the sweetest juice

You got me dazed and confused

You’ve got your ways

 

You got your ways

You got your evil days

Evil eyes

I want to see you

With my evil eyes

My creepy looks

I want to look at you

Barefoot and natural

Come to me

Cum for me

 

It’s in the way you utter words

And these in-between moments

That your eyes do the talking

I want to strip you naked

And laugh at the beauty of your shyness 

My Friend

My friend

My sweet friend

My terrible best friend

In time and space

We’ll meet again

 

My friend

How could I forget?

In time and space

We’ll meet again

 

My friend

My sweet friend

My terrible best friend

We’ll meet again

 

My friend 

My sweet friend

In time and space 

We’ll meet again

 

My friend

My sweet friend

My terrible best friend

In time and space

We’ll meet again

There is no Fight

There is no fight

There is no win or die

Is just a little ride

A silky silly tide

Breastfed in milk and rice

A state of heart and not of mind

A world made for you and I

 

No need to struggle

There’s always time to unravel 

I love the way you cuddle

With you I’m like a lion in the jungle

Let’s keep this subtle

Let’s keep this right

The Ping Pong

I wrote a song

I wrote a song

I played ping-pong

I made it all wrong

But I wrote a song

I wrote a song

And then I played some ping-pong

essays on nothing

Mother

Mother what has happened to the sweetest of your children mother?

bones and fire and ashes mother
pray now for me while you can mother
and with a dying roar save me now mother
it's all gone bad
sacrifice yourself for me now mother
forget the praise you had of me in the past mother
there is a tumor growing in my lungs mother
and something far worse than that mother
play your lullaby song and get me to sleep mother
let me awake anew mother
there's a perfect stranger talking to you mother
does it hurt not to recognize your own flesh mother?
I went and I am gone mother|
where is your mother, mother?
bones and fire and ashes mother
shed some more tears for your beloved one mother
you were ungrateful mother
and now it turned bad again mother
extend a hand and I will drag you down mother
see me grin mother
see me scream mother
see me cry mother
see me in pain mother
watch me while I am dying mother
I am lying mother
I would have another mother, mother
there's no need to sleep with two pillows mother
it only makes you to have headaches mother
what are you on about mother?
what are you on about?
the pills you're taking won't help you at all mother
let me shave your head mother
it might make you feel better mother
why can't you just listen to me mother?
I know that you love me but you don't respect me mother
look at me change mother
look at me go mother
If you don't love him you need to go mother
fuck the money mother
remember who you were mother
turn-off the t.v mother
I only cause you pain mother
set your children free mother
don't live your life through me mother
do you want us to die together mother?
then why you want us to live together mother?
you don't have the slightest idea of who I am mother
I am being harsh mother and unjust
go out and step on that trampoline mother
the sea helps mother nature helps mother
put out that fag mother you had enough
listen to your breathing mother
no need to keep bying stuff won't resolve anything mother
stop now counting backwards mother
it's not time yet
you stretch me mother
I want to hit you but I don't want to hurt you mother
I led astray from being the good son mother
my brother had dedicated this song by Nick Cave
to me when I was thirteen mother
he must knew something mother
I, for once, won't be there mother
what you think about oneness mother?
what you know about anarchism mother?
when will you stop waiting your turn to talk mother?
it's not only about you and I mother
I no more want to say that I love you mother
make peace mother get up and dance mother
it's all good in wonderland mother
the tongue is slippery and we are playing with words mother
I wanna have Bush jr. as a character in my next film mother
let me see you high on mdma mother
I have done bad thing you don't know about mother
do not fast-forward the films mother
the house does not have to be constantly clean mother
no more chemo-therapies for me mother
this is a long letter to you that you will never read mother
|but if it happens and you do
you will not understand it mother
you will take it all wrong and twist it mother
I can't change mother
I can't change that you are my mother, mother
you are my mother, mother

Superbeing

The world is divided into those who can love but do find no response

And to those who are loved but are incapable of loving.

It is an unfair and sad world, yes I know, but this is our world

the year 2010 and counting.

 

Those who are loved but are incapable of loving are the privileged ones.

They enjoy all the rich, the spoils and the admiration. They are beautiful.

They walk the earth on light feet. When they die they will be reborn as tambourines.

 

Those who can love but do find no response are melancholic. They crave of a new world of sense and intimacy. They are day-dreamers. They will be reborn not. 

When they die, they will be alone and unsatisfied, but with a small light still burning in their soul, a flame of desire. 

 

I am a superbeing, I come from the year 3010 and I am dying…alone and unsatisfied.

Fool’s Lullaby

Who’s that fool

Sitting on my stool?

Please get up

Stand the fuck up

 

Who’s that friend

Sleeping on my bed?

Drinking my wine

And fucking my wife

A liar and a traitor

A mother-fucking predator

Who’s that whore

Living in my home?

Asking for my dimes

Laughing at my rhymes

 

Who’s that father 

Whom I never met?

Father why did you have me

Since you never really cared?

 

Who’s that bitch

Cumming on my sheets

Smelling like piss

They will find her in a ditch

 

Who’s that man

That crawls inside my head

I want him gone

I want him (gunshot)

Dusty Highways

Let there be blood Howling 

Breakfast in the dark 

He set out alone 

With some friends from the playgrounds 

Never to come back to The playgrounds 

You know this feeling 

Experiencing memories 

You know you never had 

Dusty highways 

Lonesome diners 

Abandoned gas-stations 

Particles 

It is a weird feeling Isn’t it? 

Watermelon surprises 

Thrust a knife

Brother Gabriel

A fallen angel walks among us

but in his mind

the concept is still divine

what he sees he tries to deny

but it’s hard to fight off the vice.

In his eyes you can see

he feels sad

because his eyes have witnessed a lot of bad

a mother killing her son

a boy robbing and raping

and killing just for fun

a friend stabbing a friend in the back

a brother telling lies

about his sibling in their mom

the mean father malesting his youngs

the corrupted politician

grabbing all he can grab

the twisted priest –looking for some fun-

in a distracted girl’s –looking for some guidance-

ass

people doing drugs 

without knowing why or what

they are about to enter

a competition they cannot withstand

institutions collapse

relationships fall apart

lovers who cry in the dark

elder people feeling bad

when looking back

everyone is looking for some more cash

little kids die of starvation

I drive a car of admiration.

 

And now his wings are a disgrace

he chops them off not to feel ashamed

but he does

Linköping Rising

He was twenty-four and she was twenty-one

and they laughed and danced

their own funny lil dance

and made love and fucked under the moonlight

and the moonlight was always there when they wanted to

and they fooled around like children

and fall in love

and fall asleep with their heads leaning to one another

and looked each other deep in the eyes and we saw love.

they were young and exceptional

and in a way the most beautiful

when they were together

so happy together.

 

And then she left

yes,i know there is a huge gap as to why.

she left.

she then turned twenty two.

After a while, he turned twenty five.

Linköping Rising

He was twenty-four and she was twenty-one

and they laughed and danced

their own funny lil dance

and made love and fucked under the moonlight

and the moonlight was always there when they wanted to

and they fooled around like children

and fall in love

and fall asleep with their heads leaning to one another

and looked each other deep in the eyes and we saw love.

they were young and exceptional

and in a way the most beautiful

when they were together

so happy together.

 

And then she left

yes,i know there is a huge gap as to why.

she left.

she then turned twenty two.

After a while, he turned twenty five.

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