1. |
Fidelity / Kastanid
04:07
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ma pole keskmine
mind on kaks korda vähem
mitte üks
mitte kolm
mitte olematu
kaks korda
mul on kaks korda vähem kurvi
aga sulle ju meeldib see
meeldib
minu roiete mäestik
ja katki hõõrutud nahk mu selgrool
mu lapseohtu keha
naise aju aga tüdruku vitt
suured mõtted aga väikesed rinnad
lühidalt - sa tahad mind
mind on kaks korda vähem
kuid sellevõrra kauemaks mind jätkub
aga astlad on mul tühjad
pole kedagi salvata
oma mürki kellelegi pritsida
ja süda taaka täis
Taarka avita!
avita mind hingepidi samblasse
enda armastuse manu
et saaks kastaniks võrsuda mu muremõtted
ja lehetuulde liuelda mu alatud võtted
olla enam
olla rohkem
olla üks
ja kolm
ja olematu
niudekisast sõltumatu
kastan
Hey, beggar!
Pour some sugar in your wine.
Hey, beggar!
Count the cherry blossoms inside your mind.
Hey beggar!
Find some lovin',
it's all right.
Stop beggin' for a fortune,
go pray for a life.
Spit out the worms!
Spit out the sperm!
Don't let The Man into your body!
It's a sinister feeling,
it's unappealing when you cry.
Fidelity!
Hey, beggar!
Puff some sugar in your time.
Hey, beggar!
Smoke them cherry blossoms,
inhale the virus.
Hey, beggar!
He don't care about us.
Stop beggin', it's a torture.
Have some self-respect!
Spit out your tears
along with the sperm!
Don't welcome them into your body!
It's a sinister feeling,
so unappealing when you lie.
Fidelity!
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2. |
My Kinda Woman
03:58
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Hey, where was you last night?
What was you up to last night?
Who was you with last night?
Did you mistake them for something else?
Hey where was you last night?
Where did you sleep last night?
Who did you meet last night?
Did you forget that you are mine?
You’re my kinda woman!
Hey, where was you last night?
The trees were burning last night!
The seas were boiling last night!
Did you mistake it for something else?
Hey, who did you fuck last night?
Who's life did you take last night?
Where is the water from last night?
Why did you leave me alone, you're mine!
You’re my kinda woman!
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3. |
Da Suonare
03:49
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Mi piace confondere i sorrisi,
non essere vista
tra la folla.
Nascondendo
l´oceano negli occhi.
Vedendo affogare
sguardi curiosi.
Perché la cecità
è una via per immolare
la realtà, la realtà.
Sei riuscito a buttarmi a terra.
Come una corda spezzata
mi sono piegata alla violenza.
Senza più musica da suonare.
Tra mani che non sanno toccare.
Gesti che non sanno riparare al danno,
E sassi che non sanno
ferire, ferire.
Perché la cecità
è una via per immolare
la realtà, la realtà.
Sei riuscito a buttarmi a terra.
Come una corda spezzata,
mi sono piegata alla violenza.
Senza più musica da suonare.
Io vivo con un pugnale
affondato nel petto.
Perché la cecità
è una via per immolare
la realtà, la realtà.
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4. |
Hear
04:17
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Oh the life inside my head!
A caged bird.
Alone in my head,
I swear I´ve got the nerve.
To run, to run towards the fire.
To run, to run towards the fire.
Life is unfair and quite unkind,
God is no genie when it comes to love.
Choking in a room filled with doctors in white coats.
The irony is yours whether you like.
There are words on my tongue,
A voice in my throat.
Why should I be silent and hide,
Because of your evil minds?
Because, because of your evil minds!
Because, because of your evil minds!
Life is unfair and quite unkind,
God is no genie when it comes to love.
Choking in a room filled with doctors in white coats.
The irony is yours whether you like.
To run, to run, to run towards the fire!
To run, to run, to run towards the fire!
Life is unfair and quite unkind,
God is no genie when it comes to love.
Choking in a room filled with doctors in white coats.
The irony is yours whether you like…
There are words on my tongue
and a voice in my head saying
let's go party!
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5. |
Worms
04:15
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Is it possible?
Could we stop the drinking
and the self-medicating?
Can we stop with the pills
and the worms?
I hate them too…
I do…
Is it possible?
Can we stop the smoking?
May I live long enough to see the sun come up?
Let's be done with the crazy
and the nasty little worms.
I want to love and hate and bake a cake,
but all i think about is murder!
I don't hate my body,
I hate my thoughts.
I meditate
and speculate,
I waste my time.
I like you, I do, but
can we go a little faster?
I never fall in love
unless it looks like disaster.
Is it possible?
Can we break the curse?
May we dance til the sun comes up
with a sober heart.
I'd like that too…
I would…
Is it possible?
Can we make it stop?
Lets hide all the needles
and let's stop with the pills
and the worms.
I'd like that too…
I would…
I don't hate my body,
I hate my thoughts.
I meditate
and speculate,
I waste my time.
I like you, I do, but
can we go a little faster?
I never fall in love
unless it looks like disaster.
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I don’t have a lot of problems,
but I sure do drink a lot.
I don’t have a lot of time on my hands
and yet I find a way to waste it
on everybody else but me.
Just to be clear,
I was never even here.
You had no right to put your hands on me.
I’m on my way…
I don’t have a lot of problems,
but I sure do talk a lot.
I don’t have a lot if issues,
but I always talk my way into a situation
Just to be clear,
I never blamed you for a thing.
Just a messed up girl
in a messed up turn of events
with a messy motherfucker.
I’m on my way…
On my way to feeling better.
I’m on my way…
On my way to a god, but I don’t know which one.
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7. |
Preaching
03:42
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A woman waiting
is a woman in vain.
A woman shrinking
is a woman in pain.
She loves
and she loves
and she loves.
A woman singing
is a woman indeed.
A woman preaching
is a woman in need.
Still she loves
and she loves
and she loves.
And when her heart is open
she'll take all the sadness,
the madness
and hold you like it matters.
But when you blow out her flame
she'll still find a way to warm you.
Oh, it will be worth hell of a something!
A woman fighting
is a woman who stains.
She scatters her heart
for what she believes
to be love.
She loves
and she loves
and she loves.
A woman writing
is a woman who bleeds.
A lady, a tramp
and everything between.
She loves
and she loves
and she loves.
And when her heart is open
she'll take all the sadness,
the madness
and hold you like it matters.
But when you blow out her flame
she'll still find a way to warm you.
Oh, it will be worth hell of a something!
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Memorize
the thirst that you saw in her eyes
the moment she slipped through the crowd
like a wet dream ready to find
the one that could set her free.
Memorize
the lust that you felt when she cried.
So perfectly sad and utterly yours,
untouchable and tamed.
She said
Breathe me, fear me, take me in.
Breathe me, fear me, take me in.
I'm the color of red.
My lips are dead,
but you couldn't tell the difference.
As low as you're willing to go,
the truth will tear you apart.
(Look at what your love has done.)
Memorize
the greatness you felt when she tried.
to run from your lies
but she fell down on her knees
when you said you could set her free.
Memorize
her beauty and braveness every time
you came back for more
she told you to go but ended up right back out there
begging for more.
Saying
Breathe me, fear me, take me in.
Breath me, fear me, take me in.
I'm the color of red.
My lips are dead,
but you couldn't tell the difference.
As low as you're willing to go
the truth will tear you apart.
I'm the color of red.
My lips are dead,
but you couldn't tell the difference.
As low as you're willing to go
the truth will tear you apart.
Look at what your love has done.
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9. |
Bones / Hala
05:39
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Child, take a dive.
As the moon has the right
to change the tides and rule your life
and lead you through the dead of night.
Child, hold your breath,
for this story's full of death.
No blood was shed
but all the thoughts you had
were torn out from your head.
Child, let them be,
you are better than thee'.
Let the sun shine through your everyday blue.
Keep your tears close, but your smile even closer.
Child, hold on tight.
put your fears out of sight
The roses were never yours to begin with,
another one of his gimmicks.
How can one become
such a fool of love?
They give you life, then
take you, tear you, throw you out.
Let the monsters come
before I turn the flashlight out.
I want to see them hold
my father's bones.
Child, take a dive.
As the moon has the right
to change the tides and rule your life
and lead you through the dead of night.
Child, hold your breath,
for this story's full of death.
The roses were never yours to begin with,
another one of his gimmicks.
How can one become
such a fool of love?
They give you life, then
take you, tear you, throw you out.
Let the monsters come
before I turn the flashlight out.
I want to see them hold
my father's bones.
Aal mil ema keppis kirikus
su isa oma palve
valas viinapitsist mööda
raisk.
Aal mil mina nutsin paganana
sõrmed kõditamas pilveõndlaid
kiimahoos end suure püha puudutuse poole anumas
said sina vaimult suureks(!)
türapeaks.
Aal mil minu koolnu ihu
nii kahvatu(!)
hing kinni ja moondunud
kahetsusest ajunussi ahmides end küüsipidi mulda juuris
vaarus sinu väeti vägilase hing
valede manu.
Valed-karged-kalgid
uimastavat õnne täis(!)
oh mu vahutav ja valutav ja kodutu
pesast välja heidetud
värisev ja alasti
oidipus.
Las ma nõiun sulle vaikse kena kohakese
kodu kullakallikese
õnnekambri härdakese
et saaks armastuse õnnemanu juusipidi
tagauksest tirida.
nii habras(!)
nii malbe(!)
Punu õnn tema patsidesse
paita iha ta põskedele roosatama
ning siiski tahaks tema süda jumala juurde
(selle keda olemaski pole)
-elava-lihava-vereva-
tukslevale türale tantsima.
Don't hate him, just go blind
Don't see him, just go blind
How can one become
such a fool of love?
They give you life, then
take you, tear you, throw you out.
Let the monsters come
before I turn the flashlight out.
I want to see them hold
my father's bones.
Child, take a dive.
Child, hold on tight.
Child, take a dive.
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Everyone knows I’ve got the perfect score,
when it comes to love I can never go wrong.
Trust me, I know, I’m on the right path to heaven,
cause Jesus loves me.
Love is a lie and I’m living it.
Time is a waste and I’m taking it for granted.
Not like Mary, ‘cause all that she’s done
is sex and good fun.
She is a tramp and I love her.
She is afraid in her own time.
Don’t mistake her for mercy,
She's only here for the free booze.
All I know, I know, is that I’ve been here before.
At times they’re precious when they drool over you.
Sometimes they’re charming while hating your guts,
but never Mary - she lives for your love
and sex and fun and booze.
She could be me, but I’m healthy.
She could be me, but I’m here.
She could be you, but you keep lying
and timing your heaven with mine.
All I know, I know, is that I’ve been here before.
[instrumental]
Maybe I’m a psychopath,
maybe I’m a witch
maybe I’m a doctor, tell me where it hurts
maybe I’m the medicine.
I’ve seen worse,
I’ve had it worse,
I have met worse men than you
She’s a whore
and I love her.
She’s little too bruised,
but I love her.
She is a nymphomaniac
and I love her.
I love her!
I love her!
I love her!
Oh, I love her!
It doesn’t get much better than me.
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Autosexuality Estonia
We are a band built on the musical and intellectual bond between our two main women - Irene and Ilona. Alongside Karl-Hannes Veskus and Markus Põld Autosexuality is a recently defined form consisting of poetry and music - a mixture of instrumental music, songs written in English and poetry in our mother tongue, Estonian. ... more
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