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a long time
to get your kinks done right a short time
to spend the night together a bad time
to make it seem alright
a fun time
to drink your life away and some more time
to wait for your desire
and realize
there is no chance to get her a mean time
to get your old ass wiped
a long time
to get your life together
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Badabum
02:29
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I just want to crawl into bed
baffling, gross and clumsy
my body’s on fire and it smells like plastic this party’s on me and I’m not even attending
I spent my nights running in circles
often doing the same
this rocket for mars has a leaking gas tank
this party’s on me and I look like shit
this party’s on me and I’m running late
this party’s on me and no one has come over yet
now I wanna take some little steps into this ride
I want you to stay up late and do me right
take a moment to reveal yourself in your true disguise
badabum
now I get lost into my city
and all the streets look the same
my favorite place is a boiling rathole
but I have always thought you could have liked it someday
now I get lost into my own house
and stare at an empty bookshelf
the only thing left is a little picture
the color is blue like I feel today
the color is white like your skin in may
my color is whatever color you choose on me
now I wanna take some little steps into this ride
I want you to stay up late and do me right
take a moment to reveal yourself in your true disguise
badabum
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Aus Dem Weg, Los!
03:09
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the teeth in my stomach have good sharpness
starving is the best way to keep myself barely alive
and i used to sing ‘bout beers and chardonnay
probably this is another thing y’all should bare in mind
and aus dem weg, los! here and now
i am lost in a mound
so i pass the time reading Norwegian Wood
i start and i stop and i start and i stop and i start to cry
then i amuse myself with some very brilliant moves
figuring how many steps it takes from the bedroom to the entrance door
and aus dem weg, los!
here and now
i am lost and for good
high and low, safe and sound i am lost in a mound
now i feel something is going back and forth
straight from the top of my esophagus down to the toilet bowl
but my fingers are weak and tired and stretched and torn
i should have mentioned i have plenty of muscles from the very waist down
and aus dem weg, los! here and now
i am lost in a mound
but i find myself with shaking hands just where the passion falls
i wonder if there’s any chance to lighten my head on sleepless nights i’m a rascal and i mean it, i can fill a thousand kegs while bleeding the cutting and the thinking
they leave almost the same red signs
and aus dem weg, los!
here and now
i am lost and for good
high and low, safe and sound i am lost in a mound
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will you leave me now
or end up treading the same old ways?
i was longing to walk straight and let go
but it feels odd
to ignore the careful words you said
i was longing to erase and let go
so you choose the right words to say
i’ll be deaf anyways
i just want you to feel at home
will you see me now
or end up buying the same old shit?
i was longing to shut up and let go
but it feels odd
to forget that night you cried with me
i was longing to protect you from all
so you choose the right words to say
i will die anyways
i just want you to feel at home
this goes to every laugh you’ll have
if you will spend your life with another man
take this tune anywhere you’ll go on the weekend
will you leave me now?
could have asked you “please, just stay with me”
i was longing to watch you happy and calm
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so in the event of my asphyxiation
i want to get a fistful of salvation
and when the waters reach my chin in minutes
i want to feel the meaning of the world outside
so if you say that you don’t mind
stick the gear lever
in the middle of the cold and rigid body of the burden i can’t bear in life
hey car
how rusty is your heart?
‘cause the temperature’s warm here and your cabin’s like my mother’s arms
hey car
how rusty is your heart?
i could swim to the surface
but i don’t feel like trying
under an aisle made of leaves and trees i found you
you were smiling next to him
and every word was useless and pathetic the vowels
were too weak to even come out right
so if you say that you don’t mind
just leave me right here
in the middle of the wide and stunning silence of the phrases i can’t say in life
hey car
how rusty is your heart?
‘cause the temperature’s warm here
and your cabin’s like my mother’s arms
hey car
how rusty is your heart?
i’ve been lazy and i’ve fallen
in the middle of the cold and somber bottom of the burden i can’t bear outside
i’ve been blind and i’ve fallen in the middle of a boring line
hey car
how rusty is your heart?
i could swim to the surface
but the sound here is kinda fine
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on every boggy day
i add some gall to water
to wash out sweat and skin
and all the scars we have in common
so i think
i’ll do it all again
i’ll board up all the curtains
and figure everything
illuminated by your face.
i’ll smile and shake while i pretend to think
i pledge the same old thing
to live a life that matters somehow
and i fail in all the resolutions
so i guess i’ll face the fact that i’m just mortal
and i think
i’ll do it all again
i’ll blur my eyes with poison
and figure everything
illuminated by your face.
i’ll smile and shake while i pretend to think
and i think
i’ll do it all again
i’ll face the wall when naked
and figure everything
illuminated by your face.
i’ll smile and shake while i pretend to have some strenght to think
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7. |
CP With a Twist
03:16
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so it took me forever to write this letter
i’m gonna pass through the opening
the sum of all the easy comforts
of every word we say
the lines are uncertain
the meaning’s pointless
i’m not even sure which day it is
i may add some drawings in it
way worse than the ones you made
and i don’t wanna feel the pain
so it took me forever to write this letter
i’m not even sure if it exists
the sum of all the easy comforts
of every word we say
yes, it took me forever and it’s not ready yet
i’m sorry, the paper was too thin
my pencil was heavy and rough
my hand had this constant shake
and i don’t wanna feel the pain
i shoulda been wise and brave and go on with it
being resolved with the dots
but every mistake i made in this spelling bee
was a punch in the guts
just you in your summer dress with your happines
like a flash in the dark
i’ll look at this white blank page
i’ve no clue what it stands for
so it took me forever to write this letter i’m gonna pass through the opening this summer will be the outcome
of every word we said
and i don’t wanna feel the pain
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8. |
85/15
02:17
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I take a proper suit from the wardrobe.
Is this height a little more
than I can bear without some self esteem?
While everybody else is taking home plugs, packers, dildos, anal toys
I'll choose the rake to scratch my teeth
So I can be the only one who expects the best from me
I've seen what I have seen
A plastic bag, a rope, oh lack of oxygen to please my needs
it's a metaphor for agony to me
oh...but!
White plaster from the ceiling, flaking snow
Spurts like writings on the walls
There is so much to try and perhaps I will.
In time to taste the moisture of my tongue I'll set the alarm at 4 o'clock
for the explosion to be seen
So I won't be the only one who expects the best for me
I've seen what I have seen
A plastic bag, a rope, oh lack of oxygen to please my needs
it's a metaphor for happiness to me
oh...but!
You'll find me in a pool of my own drool
in the sewers
in the mud
with my mouth open to breathe
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you outlived your years of gold with company and laughter
i have loneliness instead
and copper
shoot again your dancing moves violently in my veins
i’ll always be craving
lay yourself upon a bench
in front of a pyramid
spot the grave without a name among all the greatest
so dig me out and find me a vase on a kitchen table
of nonsense size
i’m at sea, my raft is good
to reach your own mansion maybe i’ll have a quick stop
at a gas station
guide my path inside your town in every direction
with every reaction
grab my face to show me a place i could never fit in
push my back to find the way
to the local grocery
so beat me up with flesh and bones
scratch my skin and bite me
til I pass out
if i ask you on a date, mind you:
i’m a grown up toddler
i drink too much on nights out
and make my comments way too loud
actually, these are facts:
i am average-looking and i’m bad at cooking
i wet this couch this time again
while your absence is dripping
i stroke your hair without a touch
while my breath is deafening
so would you stay here one more night?
will you exit, fading
in glory
in light?
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Girless (& The Orphan) Rimini, Italy
I Girless & The Orphan nascono intorno al 2010 a Viserba di Rimini. I loro dischi sono, e sempre saranno, in download
gratuito.
Girless è il progetto solista di Tommaso.
"Los De Afuera So De Palo" è l'ultimo disco di Girless, uscito il 27 ottobre 2023 per To Lose La Track.
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