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Roisin! No Slip?
05:15
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7 o´clock at the concert hall
holding his ear against the wall
what does happen in there?
Nobody else seems to care
8 o´clock a walk in the park
smoke ´til we drop
getting ready to start
what will happen in there?
Just tell me what does Roisin wear
so tell me what won´t Roisin wear
Roisin – no slip
I´m totally confused but also amused
9 o´clock back at the hall
four smiling faces following a call
sing it back to you
I´d like to move I wanna move
10 o´clock DJ´s left the stage
his monitor was louder than the front PA
bring it back to you
I can´t help myself
I have lost myself
Roisin – no slip
I´m totally confused but also amused
12 o´clock at the concert hall bar
Triggering Paul´s talking to my girl
someone told me you have gone backstage
triggering seems to be the new age...
Roisin – no slip
I´m totally confused but also amused
Roisin – no slip
Oh man! Is it hip?
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His weakness is my weakness not
I rather prefer „Some Like it Hot“
his weakness is my weakness not
he was losing the plot wasn´t able to stop
Me and my Mac and my babe
everything else – just a fake
zip-zip-zooming my babe sometimes late
if she has to get up it´s her fate
He´s obsessed by the screen and I just fall asleep
zip-zip-zooming the mouse – a sick maniac no doubt
avoiding the sunlight his skin getting pale
holding his Mac tight receiving no mail
Me and my Mac and my babe
everything else – just a fake
zip-zip-zooming my babe sometimes late
she has to get up it´s her fate
Me and my Mac and my babe
everything else – just a fake
zip-zip-zooming my babe sometimes late
she doesn´t get up work can wait
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3. |
Tiden Går
03:25
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4. |
Boots
02:08
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Here I stand with my boots full of sand
a last cigarette in my sunburnt hand
talk to the vulture eating up my horse
but he don´t give a shit on it of course
I´ve got a sticky tongue
and a stabby throat
I should have listened to you
should have taken the road
god day sunshine
god day sunshine
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5. |
Whet my Knife
03:32
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I´m gonna ride my bike
wherever I like
I´m gonna hit the street
where the devils meet
you know!
I´m gonna shake my hips
I´m gonna color my lips
I´m gonna shoot all night
I´m gonna feel all right
I wanna ride my bike
whereever I like
and while I ride my wife
I wanna whet my knife
you know!
I wanna ride all night
and feel all right
and I take my knife
and then I kill my wife!
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6. |
Football I´m coming home
02:27
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football I´m coming home
my wife is finally gone
gonna put my TV on
football I´m coming home
football please set me free
my life´s a mysery
my wife´s a bitch to me
football please set me free
football my heart´s with you
my wife has left for good
play me your only song
football go on and on
football always be true
I can rely on you
my wife´s a mysery
watch you on Pay TV
football please set me free
take him away from me
my life´s a mysery
can´t stand that Pay TV
football I´m coming home!
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Rågkakor på Pressbyrån
04:20
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Det enda goda man gilla då är rågkakor från pressbyrån
vill ni veta vad som hände då efter rågkakor från pressbyrån?
Det enda goda man gilla då är rågkakor från pressbyrån
visst var det jävla jättebra efter rågkakor från pressbyrån
förresten ska man aldrig tro att det finns nån man kan lita på
oftast verkar allt omöjligt också resten låter löjligt
godare än den här smaken är den gamla äppelkakan
och de killar hittar dit snackar inte bara skit!
Det enda goda man gilla då är rågkakor från pressbyrån
vill ni veta vad som hände då efter rågkakor från pressbyrån?
Det enda goda man gilla då är rågkakor från pressbyrån
visst var det jävla jättebra efter rågkakor från pressbyrån
raggakillar från betongen
jag sitter på balkongen
de gillar den här sången
raggakillar från betongen
ja vi stod i den här långa kön
visst var det bra och jätteskönt
lukten fyller hela gatan gillade den goda maten
och de killar hittar dit snackar inte bara skit!
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8. |
Ode to JFK
03:55
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In times of sadness I will watch your picture
a handsome guy will change my mind
a big illusion of a great seduction
the money counts we are entwined
kisses are forbidden here get off my sleazy legs!
I watch your beauty in a tender motion
would it be you oh Johnny kill me!
This venom blonde can never satisfy your senses
without your smile my life would seem so senseless
I couldn`t stand the fishy smell
but in your eyes the future breaks up fences
it´s good to know I´m doing well
I watch your beauty in a tender motion
would it be you oh Johnny kill me!
This venom blonde can never satisfy your senses
I feel their lips I feel their hands build up a fence
I feel your lips I feel your hands so tense
you dare to smile don´t come you melt away
don´t flee from love there´s no escape no way out!
You try to lie and spoke of mere delusion
you try to straighten up my mind
you said your eyes had led to this confusion
so I did scratch them out tonight
I watch your beauty in a tender motion
would it be you oh Johnny kill me!
There´s still your smile now you´re mine!
kisses are forbidden here get off my sleazy legs!
Nelly the bitch was found the next day
she was stained with blood and they took her away
the guy she hurt is blind nowadays
he doesn´t know what happened when he went to her place
his name was not Johnny but she didn´t react
instead of this she performed a great act
the only thing they couldn´t take away
was the picture of her Johnny babe
she will never let it out of her hands
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9. |
Unpleasant to the Touch
04:15
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10. |
Nightmare
07:52
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do you see the silver moon behind the clouds in the sky?
soft it lightens the way you walk
see the black cat in the field you pass and far away you see that light you see that light
you have to breathe the air to get into this special mood
just be aware just be aware
can´t you feel the night the darkness grasping at you
don´t you hear the fatal breathe of the trees?
the clouds built the grave of the tragedy you´re in
don´t forget you play one of the main parts
under spell you act
it´s gnawing in your brain
touch the ground
you´re damned to spoil your life!
Now you have to start the crime
snakes are round your neck
they won´t carry you home in time full of tenderness
it´s the time you sleep nightmare comes
no you can´t get up because your bed keeps you like a trap
spiders crawling in your face hell becomes alive
they are nourished by your blood your skin becomes white
it´s the time you sleep nightmare comes
no you can´t get up because your bed keeps you like a trap
do you see the silver moon behind the clouds inthe sky?
Now you feel to be transluscent
walking on through silver shades of dust the air becomes now always thinner
it is gone now into space
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Tom König Nuremberg, Germany
Producer, remixer, sounddesigner, VJ and engineer Tom König creates an exciting mélange of Dadalectro, Drum´n´ Bass, Triphop, Electric Blues, analogue Techno-Rock and French Neo-Wave. Completely unpredictable!
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