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Charles Sobhraj Song
04:37
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Charlie my friend was it you in the end,
Who killed my little girl
Put a pill in her drink, poured the blood down the sink
I've come to like you a little less
Charlie my friend did you intend
To blow her brains out then,
Or was it merely an act that stems from the fact,
You were left in a plagued playpen
Comes a Time
Sometime around we all grow down
To scrape and suck the soil
And all the while in a kin style
Kill the naive and the loyal
Did you get what you needed from the fight
Did you get your revenge alright
Charlie there is a killer in thee
A snake-like sentiment
Hate the ones who are blessed, and impeccably dressed
But shines with indifferent glee
Charlie my friend was it you in the end
Or am I going mad
With the sound of your voice as you rejoice
The loveliness of loving none
But now comes a time
Sometime around we all grow down
To scrape and suck the soil
And all the while in a kin style
Kill the naive and the loyal
Did you get what you needed from the fight
Did you get your revenge alright
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Perfumed Gardens
02:10
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The perfumed gardens, A hideaway from prying eyes
Now witness the quickness, with which you seem to vaporise.
The perfumed gardens where some get strange and some get lost,
You’re chasing, embracing, illicit hopes at such a cost
I am in awe, a whole new world to explore
The perfumed gardens and everything that got involved
a sealed box, a strange lock, some riddles are better left unsolved
I am in awe, a whole new world to explore
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Mr Dead, Mrs Free
03:05
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It's such a pleasure meeting thee
I regret your loss Mrs Free
If I could I would bring back Mr Dead
But thats not up to me
I've seen the crippled, pretty folks,
That you most entertain
Cause your sky-pilot took his leave,
You trying to erase his name.
Then you'll find yourself in the rod
Then you'll find yourself falling apart
Then you'll find yourself with the curtains drawn
Crying out weird names in the dark.
And Mr Dead hope you got the taste
Of what diving the sky could be
Before your head was smashed to bits
By the hand of reality
Then you'll find yourself in the rod
Then you'll find yourself falling apart
Then you'll find yourself with the curtains drawn
Crying out weird names in the dark.
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City of Sin
04:03
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I lived with the gamblers, I lived with the saints
I walked with angels they all know my name
They know me and know just what state I am in
They won't bring me back to a city of sin
And the city will love you, the city will crush
You childlike illusions of them and of us
A three-headed lady licking your skin
Is all you will find in the city of sin
You left to become what you thought you could be
Set and to find God, then left behind me
You stumbled and fell through the floorboards thin
They are never that thick, in a city of sin
So we sell off our lives to the octopus-men,
In flaming casinos again and again
Don't tell me no lies, I know just where you've been
You will go straight to hell from the city of sin
And all the apostles, the pimps and the thieves
They sell off our world, lay waste to our dreams
But don't cry for the dead, cry for lives that begin
Deprived of all love in a city of sin
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Goldrush
04:59
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Is anybody in here going to bother tell me why
The room is upside-down and the people terrified
Restless people why do you have to run
Do you ever get the feeling that the world has gone to hell
Do you sometimes get a feeling that one cannot feel oneself
Do you wonder what you're running from
Keep falling in and out of touch
With a world that is moving too much
Falling in and out of pace, with my mind lost in space
And all the while, tomorrow time flies
So safe me from the gold-rush, the interfering hands
I don't want your amphetamine, or your elaborate plans
I don't mind, to be left behind
Keep falling in and out of touch
With a world that is moving too much
Falling in and out of pace, with my mind lost in space
And all the while, tomorrow time flies
The courage to perceive, the money for speed,
curtains that allow you to grieve
A roll in the hay between the cradle and the grave,
Your pride in your double-edged degree
IS ALL YOU MAY HOPE TO ACHIEVE
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Psychic Seizures Berlin, Germany
Berlin-based Mads Jorgensen makes melodic garage/psych-rock with lo-fi tendencies.
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