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The fugitive kind
02:35
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Hitchin' a ride out of town
gotta get away before dawn
runnin' on their goddam own
there are no saints left to call down.
Foggy paths in acrylic
choke the strongest & the weak
wind blows off their sweat & reek
though life's smell just made 'em sick.
But what it was, that scared them that way?
Gotta get out of this place
out of nightmare & distress
ask our gods for one last bless
a tragic end for human race
gotta get stuck in our dream
gotta kill our life w/in
snap the needles in our veins
block their way back, shut 'em in.
There's no promised land to join
any eternal bliss to earn
there's no war worth dyin' in
not a lover to concern
no one has no one to lean on
temples to build or just burn
there is nothin' we should know
there's no lesson to be learned.
There's just one thing we can see:
there's just nothin' we may be
there's just one thing we can see:
there's just nothin' we can see.
Not a fuckin' thing we'd fear to see.
So what it is, to scare us to death?
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2. |
The wild one
03:14
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Oozin' some venom through sugar cane
I'm loaded to the gunwale again
and I won't stop no I'll run till the end
I like how it sinks
and adore how it chokes
I love how it floats
out of my porthole
and everythin' seems to be pleasin' me to death.
Will you meet me as I'm goin' to hell?
Will you swim with me among life's rubbish & smell?
Let's poison life
it feels better when it's spiced w/ some grams of pain
ain't it nice?
Mixin' some whitish junk w/ cheap drinks
for I'm just seventy percent made of this
and that quenches me
it fills & sails me
can't help laughin'
at the way all fuckin' hurts.
Will you meet me as I'm flyin' down?
Will you ever dance w/ this miserable clown?
Will you meet me, the wrong one?
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3. |
One-eyed jacks
02:18
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Heaven's probably a fuckin' lie
and we will never have a chance
to take revenge or try again
to be the ones we fancied of.
For any promise I didn't keep
I've got a wrinkle on my face
and I'm sorry girl
I'm not as beautiful
and successful as I should.
W/ any luck hell's just a lie
and I will never have to pay
so I'm sorry dear
if I didn't even try
bein' the best man in the world.
I've got my hands
an old scarred body
and I've got my swords
I've got my heart
an old scarred mouth
speakin' all those little words.
I've got my hands
an old ugly body
and I've got my swords
I've got my heart
an old scarred mouth
speakin' all my little words.
I'm as good as I am evil
so that I can protect myself
or take revenge & try again
to be the one you fancied of.
I've got my hands
an old scarred body
and I've got my swords
I've got my heart
an old scarred mouth
speakin' all those little words.
I've got my hands
an old scarred mouth
speakin' all my little words.
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4. |
On the waterfront
03:16
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Goin' outta step – a lame draft horse
pullin' himself along
I've got a pegleg you may will to reinforce
so that your friends guess I am strong
enough.
I cannot say where my nothin' ends
yet know for sure where it begins
I understand where I can put all my grins
as far as they mock your ideals.
When you feel you're out of step too
please wave me off from the wharf
babe, when you feel swallowed by your concrete floor
just wave me off from the wharf.
I'll free your view from this dismal creep
pretend to believe that you don't care
you'll lie ashore like an angler asleep
and then wave me off from there.
When you feel you're out of fantasy
please wave me off from the wharf
babe, when you feel senseless in your wealth of meanings
just wave me off from the wharf.
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A streetcar named desire
03:10
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Stuck in the crowd at a smelly bus stop once again
for a jump into hell – line #14
roamin' about for my daily peculiar routine.
The sun through the windows just hits the junkies & the forlorn
it's a cold shower of sweat & scorn
it makes me feel like last night I was dead and reborn
– and that sucks.
Hey!
Can anyone hear?
My voice's not clear
why am I here
alone?
Someone please tell me I'm not alone!
Someone just tell me there's no need to be afraid!
How long will this take?
Someone please stop it now!
Where will this get?
I don't have a clue.
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SPOTLESS JUNKIE Rome, Italy
DiY one-man project from Italy, previously performing as Kleingott, Jens Hvalsang & Aki Rise (you can find all of them on BandCamp).
File under: undeclared – what about 'Southern Gothic'?
SPOTLESS JUNKIE recommends:
Whale songs in the mountain lake
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Apocalyptic folk, my first attempt (2010-2014): browse the artist page for more releases.
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Some kind of real darkened european-style acoustic neofolk (2015–). There seems to be very little stuff, you see, but it may not be dead yet.
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