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Don't lose the meaning
03:47
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My husband tells me – always look for sense
That’s why shopping brings the heavy tense
Buying food is a terrifying act
Without feelings, just reading the packs
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Wanna be a princess, have to be a wife
Reasonable person for the rest of your life
Imagine how hard is to buy the boots
When prison stripes are all that will be good
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
Don’t you loose the meaning
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2. |
Marijuanaut
04:15
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Journey to the endless mind
Allows me to see an old wasteland
Ruined, without a living creature
Ancient gods were pretty evil
Marijuanaut faraway from our world
Marijuanaut smoke is on the road
If i try to stay a little bit longer
The witch´s curse will awake a mighty monster
The door will close and i´ll never see a sunshine
Fate is my only burden
Marijuanaut faraway from our world
Bye bye darling smoke is on the road
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3. |
Last gig
06:26
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I had a gig this evening
played for so few pals.
Tiresome barman was sleeping.
Seemed that he did well.
The last gig vanish out!
The last gig is an orphan now.
The last gig vanish out!
The last gig ends tonight.
The night will make me wonder
why I’m heading home
Street lights are looking at me
try to ease my stroll.
The last gig vanish out!
The last gig is an orphan now.
The last gig vanish out!
The last gig ends tonight.
Finally I’m feeling:
It’s over there’s no spell
Ditch’s a trap to traveller,
that’s the place I dwell.
The last gig vanish out!
The last gig is an orphan now.
The last gig vanish out!
The last gig ends tonight.
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4. |
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While on the glimpses of a new day
someone telling you the stories
that dignify you as a prey
every word is full of glory
No matter what the truth will be
brave hearts burn like falling birdies
every road leads to sore scream
soul is full of empty words
Noon persuades you to sit down
have a lunch and loose the teeth
why read the books of vanished mind
thoughts are very hard to eat
No matter what the truth will be
brave hearts burn like falling birdies
every road leads to sore scream
soul is full of empty words
Empty words!
Light is fading and your eyes
refuse hard to find the moon
gravestones calmly attract stars
dreams will disappear too soon
No matter what the truth will be
lives just fail to sing the stories
wish you gain the golden fleece
soul is full of empty words
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5. |
Blood countess
05:02
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Where is her remedy?
Evening bath is ready
The Countess lurking for a maid.
What's the price for gaining the eternal youth?
Hundreds maidens died
for her insane dream
almost every night she bathed in
pool of scarlet cream.
Called her queen of night
vampire of a kind that sought for
everlasting life
and beautiful wives
Years turned her into nightmare
for the County.
The Countess found her orphan maid.
What's the price for gaining the eternal youth?
Finally they found
evidence of crime
She has got no chance
she screamed and wept in jail
Called her Blood Countess
and they cut her head in one cloudy night...
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6. |
I am free
05:13
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It doesn't matter, what you say
I always do things my own way
never worried, never down
I find my home in any town
It doesn't matter where I was born
I'm on open field, stealing corn
traveling towards the horizon
where nothing is (for me) to depend on
I'm free, free yeah I'm free
so many things I have seen,
adventure is my lore,
so many things to explore
it doesn't matter where I was born
I'm on open field, stealing corn
traveling towards the horizon
where nothing is (for me) to depend on
I found myself in noble pub
not like I need to loosen up
but the band is playing for every guest
that's civilization in it's best, the civilization in it's best
I'm free, free yeah I'm free
so many things I have seen,
adventure is my lore,
so many things to explore
I'm free, free yeah I'm free
so many things I have seen,
adventure is my lore,
so many things to explore
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7. |
Little maggot
05:20
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Each day she hides under the autumn fallen leaves.
When the night falls down, stars are covered by the clouds,
then she crawls to howl about her unbearable grieves.
Look, she’s ugly like a mole… No one has any doubts.
Little maggot, tell me please,
why’s your soul so sad?
Little maggot, don’t you see
sorrows drive you mad?
Little maggot, don’t you cry
like a banshee every night.
Grow up! You must choose the side.
Are you moth or butterfly?
She’s no fan of mirrors, maggots don’t use brushes.
All beautiful creatures are strictly forbidden.
That’s why she has no friends and no simple franchise
to love and cheer, those feelings are deeply hidden.
Little maggot, tell me please,
why’s your soul so sad?
Little maggot, don’t you see
sorrows drive you mad?
Little maggot, don’t you cry
like a banshee every night.
Grow up! You must choose the side.
Are you moth or butterfly?
One day she hides under the autumn fallen leaves.
When the night falls down, stars are covered by the clouds,
then she’s asleep and dreams, would you let her be, please?
Maggots sometimes turn to butterflies!
Little damselfly, you’ll see
your feelings were just lies.
Little damselfly, you’ll see
the monarch butterfly.
Little maggot, don’t you cry
like a banshee every night.
Grow up! You must choose the side.
Are you moth or butterfly?
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8. |
Zlodej vzdušných zámkov
03:10
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Dieťa maľuje sen do perín
keď sa zobúdza, tak uverí
slovám rodičov, že predstavy
zo snov do sveta raz pretaví.
Zlodej vzdušných zámkov nerozdáva rady,
zlodej vzdušných zámkov tvoje túžby zradí.
Občas neborák, sám ako prst,
nielen po smere psom hladí srsť.
Keď ho pohryzú, tak necúvne.
Všetkým ukáže sny nevinné.
Zlodej vzdušných zámkov nerozdáva rady,
zlodej vzdušných zámkov tvoje túžby zradí.
Zlodej vzdušných zámkov nerozdáva rady,
zlodej vzdušných zámkov tvoje túžby zradí.
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