skinite album za dzabe ovde: http://www.purevolume.com/4VAD4ee0H2ARuhi43KZhoZ6h7QCyh2/albums/15+Convulsions+Of+A+Jazz+Ringelspiel 1.heavy makeup, drifting wet, tonight a suit makes not a man, raindrops of wine into our lake, we felt much prettier back then/you could always be a part of the world/the invisible appearance should hide no meaning/you little swans can move and shake, shake off the diamonds from my hair, you flaunt your complicated dress and many wolves they melt away 2.i'd like to be frozen once in a day, so I can be a picture within eyes that never change/regressing highly from de-animation, do you see the future, in a vision's teardrop 3.sweet Josephine, do you disagree, in these high degrees of my reflecting skin, if I should bend my knees to honor lust, please do plant gardens of tomorrow/put some pins to set love free on paper girls through my reflecting skin, if time should need a small insigne(french), please do leave traces of me 4.around these parts, you are a star and no one can cut you out from a radiant night where plastic souls collide inside a paper cup, we are shards of a re-futured past/my sonic paint in every little thing/be your God and all will be well 5. my Sunday eyes blossom, it smells like cheap shindig, we get up to get off, it feels like stiff needless hitting the floor 10 times and then some more/ this is my snake tongue it shares its venom, my Sunday lover/ you smell like yearning/ we pass by this city's dump, and the drugs are very dumb because there is none, that's why we get drunk 6. Molly got caught with 7 grams of love, her father was bitter guidance to us all and when outlandish senses are intact his complex thoughts left him to die young, well Lola never ever drank alone, when the stars injected lights through her stupid soul and she was never in love 7. as I paraded down the Mexican alley where I met Sally's new dope friend, and I didn't care about his fucking face, it was a face that you see for the first time and forget right the fuck away, oh dear Mr. Jane, I think I hate myself/I know my stuff well enough Mr. Jane/11 pussy fiends collide inside my mind, that's all I ever think about/11 hungry dogs to ravage your fucking heart 8. she was so beautiful, she was a Thursday doll, he was a lonely boy, wanted to take her home, these thoughts they never shine, a city filled with songs/what do you want from sweet sorrow/I'm gonna hurt you, more than fake virtue 9. I'm only worth ten cents, I'm gonna get so wasted, maybe you will lame-dance, I'm gonna search for trouble, watch out, here comes trouble/everyone is better, they share that stupid smile, all I do is get drunk and gaze at your eyes, I'm only worth ten cents, so count your lucky stars, I'm gonna get so wasted, purity will die 10. don't be that way, better than all, tomorrow fades, we share our love, I'll stay the same, give me that fear, now we are dust, what do we share/lack self control, a need to chase through time, she wants to be known/as known are the young 11. my girl, she leaps on the moon, I understand that nature is a room for us/ our children are so free and warm, such is the life of no control/10 times in and out, skin like salt, shut your mouth, 15 times twist about, hide your face inside a love dump, blank kiss from a village bride, crawl inside madam, her knives are sharp enough, my love is numb/ she never knew how to cry, the sadness never occupied her psychological wounds, she has her little rules 12. became your slave and truly proud, fought with lungs so distraught, cause Mili said, open your mind, when he left, he left us behind/dear sweet John I don't play around, you have few friends underneath the ground, cause Mili said when he was leaving town, our spirits are now free, open up your mind 13. they moved through time in friendly skins, two parasites where light begins to shine/ ami de tois, ami de personne l'union fait la force/your subtle touch needs to see a smile, as if a picture of colorless designs disintegrates or tears itself apart through countless sorrows of my frail lungs/ je vois la vie en rose-si l'amour n'est qu'unne illusion 14. serbian poetry by Mare Stefanovski 15. 15 convulsions from a chromatic sky, waht color is your face when the rain leaves your eyes, a man from Memphis who needs to get high, 15 lines to help him get by/I'm your friends, take my life, spread the word, through frantic lullabies/welcome kids to the jazz ringelspiel/don't forget to bring a friend, tonight our lives never end

• published: 02 Aug 2015
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