the sun behind the dustbin

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released February 2, 2007

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Track Name: yellow mile
caravans by mischance by despotism walkin` in faltered movements with leaden limbs hurry up an army of ineffective soldiers are struggling weaponless to qualify for an undelivered spare-part gain strength taste the sweat of a walked yellow mile without batting an eyelid please ware someone down the first may be the last to go to go more miles in yellow and flesh will be the winners´ crown so please ware someone down sugar the yellow mile taste the salt of a kidney machine the salt of a kidney machine is a mechanical tear
Track Name: a foul smelling wheel called downhill
graceful symmetry but nothing without a centre cheap whore of gravity moving downhill shame on you you debased the idea of easing of favour hear you laughing at the square root while breaking someone on the wheel while you're breaking someone on the wheel shame on you debased the idea of easing of favour so listen to your slaves if there is no one to dictate you'll fail without mankind you're nothing the rest is downhill all the way you'll never betray can't you smell it my dear we're burning your candle at both sides
Track Name: paraffin oiler
between those liquid walls and more than a thousand degrees are tidal waves reaching for the highest stone and a soul smelling like his child the light a flicker of hope through the heavy spray but wonders never cease this peak his umbilical cord those waves are a sword a vale of fire is what he needs to protect himself from the frost of the deadly deep sea sinking to the bottom and deservedly so even if deck is under water even if the end is nigh to the bitter end we are illuminated by the light at his heart's rate or the other way round like fleshy driftwood flooded down to the ground of the sea this peak his umbilical cord those waves are a sword a vale of fire is what he needs to protect himself from the frost of the deadly deep sea sinking to the bottom and deservedly so maybe it's better to turn the blood into paraffin and become a human torch laughin' do you see the human torch at the horizon no? it looks like a rising sun but it isn´t one
Track Name: nice romantic evening
put a candle on my bald head after lighting it wax is running into my eyes put a blooming rose behind my ear after watering it a thorn is pricking me twice it´s a nice romantic evening with me and mother mother earth I am your mama´s darling so spread your legs i´m coming home lay myself down in a lush green meadow while I start to dream some ants are crawling up my arm open up my mouth to catch some raindrops it tastes like I don´t know an eagle is circling over my head it´s a nice romantic evening with me and mother mother earth I am your mama´s darling so spread your legs i´m coming home
Track Name: damn you, charlie brown
yeah though I walk through the valley of the evil of the death i will fear no evil for I am the evilist son of a bitch in the valley as I steam down the river of death i'll fear nothing for I'm the meanest motherfucker on the river when I die bury me face down so the whole world can kiss my ass when god open up the gates of hell the division of evil walked out fighter by day lover by night drunkard by choice soldier by mistake we are the unwilling led by the unqualified doing the unnecessary for the ungrateful fighting for freedom as a state that those who live in peace will never know damn you charlie brown when I die bury me face down so the whole world can kiss my ass
Track Name: the hospice inn
feel your breath as you awake from lungs you haven't known this way the limbs are numb pain's all to feel this rotten body a useless remnant this pain is endless all's to loathe just a victim of hypocratic oath half-dead is what you're called your body is machine controlled like a present to despise as a child in its mother's hands from which its life depends you're so helpless and fragile the focus narrows the mind restricts to the beauty of the end's bliss the focus narrows the mind restricts you want to go they won't let you you drown in fear in endless fear they torture you by loving you you drown in fear in painful fear
Track Name: spinster
stonecold our recollections last embrace under the windows mine i hear the banshee´s call showin´ someone died inside i guess it´s me cause no one is missed penance I have done and more penance I will do no sight left but one the pain
Track Name: the sun behind the dustbin
washing machine caustic detergent takes away the colours tatters me and leaves me naked inject black wisdom filling every corner from inside covering all levelling contours take the sun from behind the dustbin and hang it to its nail again cheap plastic moulds all shaped the same economic efficiency insignificant redundancy pull out the plug and make it stop climb on top and peek through the colourless sad laundry
Track Name: Arrrgh!
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Track Name: erebus
not here the white north hath thy bones and thou heroic sailor soul art passing on thy happier voyage now toward no earthly pole and it grew wondrous cold ice came floating by the drifts and snowy cliffs did send a dismal sheen seamen are no enemies when they are swimming seamen are no enemies even if the ice is killing but they walked - they walked the frost performed his secret ministry on these days in 1848 while the last crew members died in starvation cove after a long, long march through the desert of ice the merciless cold wind knived them the souls did from their bodies fly and the great unreal tiredness catched them to end their agony when the lids been closed some paused in their grave wandering and turn with profound gesture vague and slow to scrape the flesh from bones of the other men it stamps over his head but it cannot break his sleep at least their tins where soldered with lead