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DEPRESSIVE AGE LYRICS
"Electric Scum" (1996)
1. Electric
2. Cairo crabat
3. Remeber (je taime, taverne noire)
4. Teenage temples
5. Small town boys
6. Fetherflute
7. Toyland hills
8. Comanero song
9. New machine wisdom
10. Polar athletic son
11. Weird boy
12. Sport yells
1. Electric
I walk through the buildings of the capital hills,
Walk through the sightseeing floor,
the escalator was filled
with lucky, light shining faces in a glittering mall
which spot the label signs on, on the wall
A blister infect is crawling out of the roofs,
out of the brain soups
and holds the white flag against the pain
in the amount of business and money instinct
lurks the most though and resistant brain
I asked every prowler that I met in our loose youth
They talk of disaster and band politic mood
I'm not alone in the desert of freaks in this town
as a long legged lowlive in my gown
Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum
Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime
This is my tent, almost a design
Just the look in oneself can change the bad times
Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime
This is my tent, just the look can change these times
Drink the electric scum, electric scum, electric scum
Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime
This is my tent, almost a design
Just the look in oneself can change the bad times
Let us dive into the crystal ball shine as pantomime
This is my tent, just the look can change these rhymes
2. Cairo crabat
In the synthetic clink
flows Retron the moon milk drink
Metamorphosis turns ravishing
Liquid waves quard the bowl
A star leads the Retron soul
Cairo has focused countdown to 0
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
(to merge all holy lines)
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as fast as hundred twisted light lines
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as bright as the requiem of mars
Spiral staircases sit
in the Cheops pyramid
This ropes of DNA strive one way
Straight from the axis feet
up to the milky streets
'til Cairo recieves the OK repeat.
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
Airport please come 6481
Airport 6481 focus 1
(to merge all holy lines)
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as fast as hundred twisted light lines
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as bright as the requiem of mars
In the synthetic clink
flows Retron the moon milk drink
Metamorphosis turns ravishing
Liquid waves quard the bowl
A star leads the Retron soul
Cairo has focused countdown to 0
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
as fast as hundred twisted light lines
'Round the planes moves the Cairo Crabat
The navel cord of moon's birth
3. Remeber (je taime, taverne noire)
Hello my sailor!
I am married now and I white you from Lyon,
I drink no more,
I smoke real less, you know 'cause I'm pregnant since
you've been gone.
My husband says he'll bring him up
like if he is his own son.
He's a banker and he leads me out, dinner, dancing, what I want.
Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack
booth on your pants.
I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.
His name is Jaques. He said this is mother's ring.
Take it as a prof for my love.
And our new flat is on the opera park, really nice for my little dogs.
Excuse me. Want you to know what's true?
I've no ring and there's no man.
I need fivethousand for the abortion.
Please! Send it fast as fast as you can!
Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir" I can't find the one
for whom I yearn. You know 'bout your hurting sailor flirts.
Pick me up like every comb you'd found in the dirt.
Remember, "je t'aime, taverne noir", I see yet the snack
booth on your pants.
I'll never forget your sailor mirth,
how you picked up every comb out of the dirt.
Like his own son
Dancing, dinner, what I want
A ring and a wedding dress
French whispers in sweet caress
4. Teenage temples
World war archives fill the offices
of the cold war parties to research
the psycho base
in the influence and cause they
need free young slaves
Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.
This is the film where the children shoes burn
where the windy hills of clothes smoke
in the autumn rain
Once upon a time? No it's yet today.
High tech preachers shake their legs
in an ethic scene
New religions leave this ball
with pillar feet on screens
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Teenage temples spread
their wings
fly to young men's shore
to send information vibes
to let us know much more.
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the sixth sense for words
and the wide wave phones
Ride your way my love machine
Conscience, break my stones
Give me the mechanic sting
and the wide wave phones
5. Small town boys
You leave in the morning
With everything you own
In a little black case
Alone on a platform
The wind and the rain
On a sad and lonely face
Mother will never understand
Why you had to leave
For the love that you need
Will never be found at home
And the answer you seek
Will never be found at home
Pushed around and kicked around
Always a lonely boy
You were the one
That they'd talk about around town
As they put you down
And as hard as they would try
They'd hurt to make you cry
But you'd never cry to them
Just to your soul
No you'd never cry to them
Just to your soul
Run away, turn away, run away, turn away, run away
6. Fetherflute
Kilja is my bird, she cannot sing
Chemistry has boiled her strings
She said: "Built your hut on my wing"
Kilja is the bird who 'catch my fall
from a bridge with suicide toll
Now I try to wake her bride call
Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
can excite us like a double moon in love
Kilja writes a poem line in the sand
'bout a norwegian fjord shore bend
where a filter breaks the sunstand
Secrets in your ever changing suit
makes my voice to your substitute
'cause I know Kilja means the "Featherflute"
Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
can excite us delight us like a cannon of the winds
Quiet waves my window sill
Real is the miracle
And the virgin lust of my new born trust
can excite us and delight us
Sometimes I wish to fall your cure,
then it's jealousy what rules
'cause your bride call
would pull a charming bird into your urge
7. Toyland hills
I see the hinding places in the laundry yard
and a sunny day to play
We were the key kids in the T-block city part
but where are they today?
I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods
but 'bout the toy land hills
to our local scrap place area
where fancy ruled our skills
Motors, bicycles, radios
We gave the things new forms
Strange vehicles on concrete
The matter was reborn
I recognize two eyes behind the window pane
in the block in front of this
They look like my first love, like waiting on a train
I feel she sends a kiss
I cannot tell you things 'bout wild woods
but 'bout the dream land hills
in our local scrap place area
where fancy ruled our skills
Cases, candles and board walls
The wedding cave was formed
First embraces and shy lips
A new instincts was born
Strange vibrations for concrete
We gave the things new forms
Strange vibrations for concrete
The matter was reborn
8. Comanero song
por que sers tan cruel?
nunca hubo una droga peor
qu infeierno te posee?
la aparencia no es sincera. No.
merezco qu arda el corazon?
quin fu el qu decidi
ir ms all de lo permitido?
y no sabemos ni nuestros nombres
no, no y no qu?
Me empequenece la altura
y no lo puedo evitar
cuando el cierzo no parece perdonar
la carta va a volver
alucinacines
tus companeros de viaje decidieron todo
y no queda nada sagrado
y no sabemos ni nuestros nombres
no, no y no qu?
9. New machine wisdom
Liquid A to A Geymour K
Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q
Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P
Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to:
New machine wisdom
A cocaine spirit system
Million dollar stories and headlines
Reporter screams ask the machines
'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams
and 'bout love instinct
Media term point, term point live in Bern
The museums of technics, robots get their food
Drug chips are their software, they spell Geymour K
Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to:
New machine wisdom
A cocaine spirit system
Million dollar stories and headlines
Reporter screams ask the machines
'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams
and 'bout love instinct
Liquid A to A Geymour K
Chill line U to love craft U to lovecraft Q
Liquid C to Geymour C to Geymour P
Robots form their head loops, form their head loops to:
New machine wisdom
A cocaine spirit system
Million dollar stories and headlines
Reporter screams ask the machines
'bout their fancies on addictive day dreams
and 'bout love instinct
Give me the pounding of your heart
says the drug machine in million yelling dollar story lines
We cannot see the ancient dreams,
but we like to live the space dynamics
and we hate museums.
10. Polar athletic son
In the icey village, where the rumours whisper
through the easter morning song
stands the biggest cradle in the laser chapel
for the birth of "Wasp the Kong"
Chill fills the aquarium's blastnig scum
Here waits the polar athletic son
All I want to the birth of "Wasp Te Kong"
Son in the easter morning song
to feed new shape's Kwoud Hsou Hloun
Scientists found a system to let have him several parents
but not only men
Sportslords and bacteriums in his mother's whale cell
lie in aquanautic trance
Chill fills the aquarium's blastnig scum
Here waits the polar athletic son
11. Weird boy
I've digged my dices in the corney of these
street stones
Now they shoot along the drain ground lights
They join a gamble with the ground water
to win the wipping willow tears where gold
sparks hide
Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins,
kills the embrace of wild charming and sins
We ride our spinning wheels around the walls of sleep
to net the castle in a fairy jail
Give me a minute for my punishment, the garden
where they wait with whips of devil tails
Here where we sing all our love songs of the yins,
kills the embrace of wild charming and sins
Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky
Blees you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys!
Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky
Blees you, weird boy! Tell your weird joys!
Bless you, weird boy, said the may sky
Tell your weird joys, said the may sky
12. Sport yells
Cartridge siedges of racer teams
slide in tubes through icey streams,
slide in curve from 6 and 8
Thrills in centigrades
Suits as tight as second skin
Proud electric masculine
Chests that wear the cycled line
and the crystal sign
Go, go, go, go
Thrills yells reach the gates
Polar sports fans in their seats
watch exactly how second speed
Telescopes move left to right,
uniform and tight
Now the nations show their class
and reportes boil the mass
Mass could push the resonance
for a winning chance
Go,
go, go, go
Thrills in centigrades
Sports yells reach the gates
To study sports and technics drives our cosmonautic gear
The new intelligence rises up to space career
The blocks of victory are hard to climb for test processes
Young men are moved when medals pounding on their
chests
Go,
go, go, go
Thrills in centigrades
Sports yells reach the gates
Craft systems
Craft systems
Craft systems
Craft systems
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