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Down with you Syndrome
03:54
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EM is in the subtext. EM is in the subtext.
Trying not to be the cynic bitch,
trying not to end up in the bossy shit ditch no more.
Trying not to run and trying not to fght,
trying not to act up on the scenester fright
yet trying not to fall for the physical side and trying not to sisyphos up my life.
Yet I believe that sisyphos didn't work in vain...
Yes, I believe that sisyphos didn't work in vain!
We love the fashionistas and we love our sloppy sisters and the misters who just dressed up as if they didn't dress up at all, trying to look as if they can't even spell »mirror«.
Don't push me, I might be down with you.
Blame it on the ravers, blame it on the punks, EM is in the
subtext of your favourite song.
Blame it on the vegans, blame it on the drunks, EM is in the subtext of your fridge's hum.
Don't push me cause I'm close to the edge,
I'm trying not to lose my head.
Don't push me, I might be down with you.
Through being cool.
Through being tool.
Not through being fuel.
Through.
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The last aspirin
04:09
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We’re believing yet another lie.
We are giving it yet another try.
We’re receiving another alibi.
While we should be leaving.
The tasty lipgloss, the breaking glass, the shaved armpit, the last aspirin, the long lost key, the softest pillow - this is what we’re surrounded by.
The speeding train.
Queer pirates. We are pirates, so we stay alone while we’re cruising each other’s homes.
Queer pirates, we get the cutest scars while we’re preying on each others’ hearts.
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Fascistosoulmagic
04:09
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»Fascistosoulmagic«, I wrote it on the paper, I wrapped it around my fnger in a summer years ago.
»Fascistosoulmagic«, I threw it into the lake at the reichstag not far from where they skate.
My mama said: Love don‘t come easy and to kill is to care and to care is
to kill.
Fascistosoulmagic.
Eyes are wide, nostrils bleed, the hater in you against the lover in me. Fascistosoulmagic and to kill is to care and to care is to kill and to kill is to kill is to kill is to kill.
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48 crushes
02:58
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I‘m a morphodite love song.
I‘ve got 48 crushes.
I‘ve got 48 crushes on you.
I‘m a bi-curious scream queen and yes, I‘m a better man than you. I‘m a female macho. I‘m a handcuffed hunk.
If I was your personal Batman, what would you rather be? Would you be Robin or Catwoman or would you be my Batmobile?
I‘m a morphodite love song, I‘m a lipstick lezzie, I‘m a part time breeder,
I am 48 genders and rising.
I‘m a multiple choice vamp, I‘m a high heel butch, I‘m phallistically aroused, I am 48 genders and rising.
Nipples don‘t lie.
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Lost spoilers
04:30
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Season 09 Episode 03: Jack and Charlie get attacked by a bunch of wild kickboard girls. They dissolve into a panicking dancing cloud of bat signals when Charlie starts humming a bassline. In the meantime baby Aaron pukes a secret map on Hurley‘s last clean shirt. Claire finds out that it leads them to Mr Turtur but when they approach him Jack accidentally treads the fake giant. Season 11 Episode 02: Locke manages to communicate with the island using sock puppets. The island though has no idea what‘s going on and sends him off to the giant pink sea snail. Nevertheless everyone wants to have socks now. Sayid breaks his oath never to torture someone again. He uses high frequency bells and a slightly dissonant horn section to force Sawyer to tell him about his hidden stock of socks. Season 14 Episode 02: The polar bear leads Kate and Aneka to a hidden favela. There they meet Ana Lucia who is not dead but has become a dharma dj helping to keep the favelados calm with her baile beats. Aneka finally fnds her japanese boy. He is stuck in a hatch right beneath the dj booth. There he has to listen to ringtone charts in a special order or else something really really bad is going to happen … Season 48 Episode …
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Krushed kandy
04:18
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Lovely lovely
Didn't take your guns to town
Lovely lovely
Learned your lesson, now you're down
Boozed when you froze
You were boozed when you froze
Boozed when you froze
You were boozed when you froze
Lovely lovely
When will you ever learn
Lovely lovely
What you get is what you deserve
Lose when you doze
You lose when you doze
Lose when you doze
You lose when you doze
Sobered up now doesn't stop
Bodydrop, buddy drop
Stuck in slow mo, stuck in throbs
Bodydrop, buddy drop
I'm no victim, stop my sobs
Bodydrop, buddy drop
Stop the throbbing, make it stop
Stop the throbs, stop it
Make it stop
Krushed Kandy
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My tomboy
07:58
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my tomboy
a short leash
is it all about moving?
is it all about moving on?
is it all about moving?
is it all about moving on?
moving
moving on
is it all about moving?
is it all about moving on?
is it all about moving?
is it all about moving on?
my tomboy, i got you on a short leash
my tomboy got me on a short leash
our attention deficit is bigger than yours
damn right, we are better than you
our AD brings all the toys to the scarred
hush now
just imagine
we were safe
just imagine
we were safe
we were safe
my sickening angels, up yours!
just between you and me
there is more underneath
our skin
our words
our skulls
sean na na na na na na na
we're the prettiest vacants
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Repro-fuck yourself!
01:31
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Oh, I could be so ultraslim, so meganice, so supercute... yes, I know.
Oh, I could be so ultraslim, so meganice, so supercute... yes, I know.
If only I could remember what for...
If only I could remember what for...
Recreation?
Reproduction?
What about you go and repro-fuck yourself!
So love's no drug and attraction is a market?
Fuck Houllebecq, I want to feel and not descartes it.
If only I could remember what for...
If only I could remember what for...
"What doesn't crush you makes you stronger"
that used to help me through the night
but by now I have grown so pathetically strong
that my crush on you could crush you
that my crush on you would crush you.
Now could somebody tell me what the fuck that is supposed to be good for?
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Powdered balls
06:28
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Give me the boys with the powdered balls!
Who's grimey, who's soul?
Give me the girls with the glittering fists!
I miss them.
Give me the boys with the powdered balls!
Who's grimey, who's soul?
Give me the girls with the cinnamon fists!
I miss them.
All we get is mobile stills sent as proofs that we're still there.
All we get is mobile stills sent as proofs that we're still there.
All we get is mobile stills sent as proofs that we're still there.
All we get is mobile stills sent as proofs that we're still there.
Fake smiles, frozen blood,
is all we gave, is all we got.
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