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It was just night
A romantic woman Took a gun in her right hand Shot someone dead and shouted in a loud voice Sometimes The burning sun explodes into flames Shines with deep words On trying to go up a round ladder With their arms broken Monstrous, stunded children burst into tears What will become of this What is going to be…. Grotesque revolution After a while Blue woman raised a flag overhead You can hear just tearful voice Like tip toeing cats Oh! See mented down rubies in the washing machine You must wonder if it was only a dream After a burst of laughter |
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In this way
Mrs rabbit Goes to the picnic With a carrot in hand Mrs rabbit Goes to the church Not with a holy book Just with an amulet Mrs rabbit Goes for an argument With her husband Who has a big head and black hair In this way Mr rabbit Goes for an argument With his housekeeper Who has a small head and yellow hair Mr rabbit He cooks her now Doesn't use a knife Doesn't use his head Doesn't use anything Mr rabbit Eats her, just her body whole Eats her, just her body whole…with beer with beer. |
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| 2:36 |
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One two three four..
Shall we play with a gun? Shall we play with a gun? Sweet boy Sweet boy come on Sweet boy Sweet boy come on! Kill me Kill you Kill rock Shall we play with a gun? When you gaze through me You know, I'm pulled to you Shall we play with a gun? Let's play sweet boy Shoot a gun please for me I want to shed blood.. ah Come on Let's play, Let's play Sweet boy sweet boy One two three four.. |
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| 2:46 |
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In a looking glass
I've seen someone Whose nasty eye is like a pin-point When there is nobody Someone's eyes swell Like an inflated toy balloon Finally it turns me I'm perfectly under it's thumb Romantic woman says With bloodshot eyes [Ruby melt down in a washing machine] "Kill the past without hesitation Shoot it with your sweetheart's gun!" Change your faith Have more mopes Say, this is just for life Time has gone With all your liveiness If you just move one step Finally it turns me I'm perfectly under it's thumb It's real |
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How are you… this song is Wednesday night..
It's my color sordid blue Monday Tuesday Wednesday night It's not white.. Would you mind if I smoke? I'm not a happy happy smoker In my porket just 15 cents He's a murderer He's a killer Who ate sandwiches Chain chain chain.. nobody's chained Chain chain chain.. what's a chain It's a beer It's a chocolate "Who made such a thing?" They're so funny, so they're laughing They're so callous, so they're boring It's a funny day or not a funny day It's Wednesday night Not a Sunday not a Monday …. Keep going Don't hurry, don't hurry! Remember It's Wednesday night.. |
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| 4:14 |
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| 8. |
| 3:33 |
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일요일 오후 4시
일요일 오후 4시 옥상에 올라가 주위를 둘러 보면 셀 수 없이 많은 십자가들 건물들 사이 골목길은 어디로 이어졌는지 알 수가 없네. 내 친구는 언제나 땅만 보며 걷고 태양 뒤편 쯤에 사는 친구 소식이 끊어져 알 수가 없네 태양은 아직도 타고 있는지 연락이 끊어져 알 수가 없네… |
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| 3:14 |
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from Jack Kerouac "San Francisco Blues"
when brand's forgotten taste washed in rain the gullies broadened & every body gone the acrobats of the tenement who dug bel fast divers all and the drivers all dove ah! little girls make shadows on the side walk shorter than the shadow of death in this town |
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