1. |
Mad Dog
03:30
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Close your eyes
Open your mind
We’re goin’ a rise
Now that we’re blind
Black man, black leather pants
Playing percussions, whispering chants
Long-haired dogs surrounding me
Won’t stop to bite my knee
Now look through my lense
And find your way
My soul escaped
Just wanted to play
Albino mice, running on the wall
My soul’s exhausted, starts to fall
Falls down
Down
Down
Falls down and penetrates
Falls down and penetrates
The body of a mad
The body of a mad
Of a mad dog
I am the mad dog who roams in your town
I am the mad dog who roams all around
I am the mad dog, I live on my own
I am the mad dog, bleedind wound
I am the mad dog who roams in your town
I am the mad dog who roams all around
I am the mad dog, I live on my own
I am the mad dog, bleedind wound
Close your eyes
Open your mind
We’re goin’ a rise
Now that we’re blind
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2. |
Half of Me
05:04
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I, I love the way
The way you bite your lip
But I, I had to run away
Call of the trip
You are the sanctuary
Where hides my baby
Nestled in your arms
In your bitumen arms
Los Angeles
Gimme some of you
Come to me the way I came to you
With my feet over your streets
Over your streets
You pretty town
You pretty town
You sad flower in the sand
This is the half of me
This is the half of me
That loves you, that hates you
That would die for you
Los Angeles
Gimme me some of you
Come to me the way I came to you
With my feet over your streets
Over your streets
You pretty town
You pretty town
You sad flower in the sand
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
Los Angeles
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3. |
The Fly
03:38
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My friend, my friend and a fly
Wandering and wandering
Under the fake sky of Berlin
Murdering the muddy sidewalk of sin
Little, little fly
Your summer, summer play
My thoughtless, thoughtless hand
Has brush’d away
Walking along the cliff
Can’t you hear the siren call of death ?
Jumping along danger
Wherever you go, you’re a stranger
But am not I
A fly like you ?
And aren't you
A man like me ?
For I dance
Drink and sing
Till some blind hand
Shall brush my wing
Shall brush my wing
My friend got lost, without fearing frost
Where have you been
If thought is life
And strength and breath
And the want
The want of thought is death
The want of thought is death
The want of thought is death
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die
Then am I
A happy fly,
If I live,
Or if I die
Or if I die
Or if I die
Or if I die
My friend
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4. |
Waves of Desire
05:27
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We should have been more cautious
We've fallen off the drunken boat
Waves of desire have taken us
Destroying the poem we wrote
It’s raining over the sea
The brine hurts my negro lips
Strange calm inside of me
We watch the parade of ships
Wave, waves, waves of desire
Have taken us
Waves, waves of desire
Upon us
The sea also rejected us
I see you regain consciousness
The island of Dionysus
Celebration will be endless, endless, endless
Forget your past
Forget your past
Forget your past
Forget your past now
This night’s your last
Forget your past babe
This night’s my last
Forget your past love
This night’s our last
Forget your past now
This night’s the last
Wave, waves, waves of desire
Have taken us
Waves, waves of desire
Stronger than us
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Disgusting Beauty Berlin, Germany
Disgusting Beauty are a Berlin based Psych-Punk band.
Their 2nd EP - recorded and mixed in Berlin’s Funkhaus and
at Gallery Studios in London, chronicles their take on contemporary life in Berlin with vivid, lush guitar soundscapes, aggressive train-like drive of bass, grooves influenced by jazz, techno, and hard rock, and of course the mesmerizing, alluring vocals of frontmen Cendrey.
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