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Dream within a dream
01:37
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The sky is green and the stars shine again
I'm running in the streets with a dead fish in my hand
I think I'm going mad
But I don't feel so bad
The street lamps dance in circles around me
They're moving, jumping, running, flashing around
I think I'm going mad
But I don't feel so bad
I just let myself go with the stream
Sanity's a dream within a dream
It's a dream, it's a dream
Nothing but a dream
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2. |
Plastick People
04:12
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What I believe in
Those dreams that keep me up at night
The friends of mine I thought were living
But wondered if they were all right
They turn to plastick
The government, the law, the army
A circus monkey on a bike
That thing on Thursday at 2:30
With that girl you don’t really like
It’s all plastick
The desert islands on the TV
The Christmas toys you’ll never play
I hope the weight is not too heavy
Of gentle things you’ll never say
It’s all plastick anyway
When they put your body to rest
In hell or Heaven all the same
Both the angels and the demons
Have plastick tags reading their name
They turn to plastick
It’s all plastick
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Sun’s gone missing, summer’s but a memory
My frozen legs don’t let me keep that pace
There’s nothing I could do to keep you with me
Why keep you close when you just needed space?
Cause every other day I fall in love
And every other night I feel so cold
Cause every other day I fall in love
And every time I hear your voice
it feels like you were never here at all
Sometimes I wonder what’s so wrong about me
Sometimes I wish that I would understand
The clues you leave when you slam that door on me
The words you say when we kiss in the rain
Cause every other day I fall in love
And every other night I feel so cold
Cause every other day I fall in love
And every time I hear your voicze
it feels like you were never here at all
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I’ve been 40 days sitting in the dark
I wanna go play in the park
I wanna go and see my friends
But it wouldn’t be right
I’ve been 40 nights stuck on the phone
But I can’t help it I feel alone
Behind the screen it’s not the same
Think I’m going insane
I don’t know where’s my razor nor my shoes
Drank all my ciggies, smoked all my booze
I can’t keep myself from the blues
Now I think I’m confused
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The Corporate Mantis bit off my head
The Sacred Cactus brought me back from the dead
I sense a variation, a shifting in the hues
A slight complexion, it's the Corporate Blues
I've been into bourbon, I've been into gin
I've been in to Chartreuse and discovered a sin
It's a sin that calls for more
I've been into crystals, I've been into tabs
Never touched a needle or followed yellow lines
They're lines that take you nowhere
I've been into dreaming, gotta fece the truth
This lie I've been living, gotta see it through
I wonder where we're going
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My heart was broken but she stitched it together
I was intimidated but it wasn’t hard to get her
She jumped in my arms and taught me the powers of love
She drew me a tiger, got me cake with some butter
She showed me the music that lives inside of her heart
I wish we’d never part
I offered my couch but she said her back was hurting
Invited her to bed,
she took up on the invitation
I was frozen but she thawed the ice
oh what a nice surprise
She stayed over, she stayed over
She stayed over til the green bus came
Nested in my arms and whispering my name
And it felt good
I felt alive after months being dead
She blew away the clouds from my head
And it felt good
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7. |
Miscommunication
05:21
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Words exchanged across the networks miss the point
Communication, finding answers, we’re all alone
Together
Help me find out how to bring a little meaning
Help me remember to breathe in the morning
Miscommunication, the plague of our times
I’m no exception, there’s too many signs
Perhaps tomorrow you’ll be gone
I’m just wishing away words I don’t wanna see
I’m just wishing those words get away from me
But they’re staying
Help me find out how to get by with this feeling
No matter what I do or how hard I try I’m always failing
Miscommunication, the plague of our times
I’m no exception, there’s too many signs
Perhaps tomorrow
you’ll be gone, you’ll be gone
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8. |
Shambles
04:53
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You never get bored cuz you never take time
You never get sad cuz you don’t even try
to gather the pieces of your broken mind
until all that’s left is shambles
it’s never enough to repeat your lies
to cover your thugs and to brutalize
a truth for a truth, an eye for an eye
until all that’s left is shambles
the shambles in my mind are killing me
you take up the arms to defend your peace
you lock people up to make sure they’re free
perverting their thoughts to mess with their dreams
until all we think is shambles
you keep us distracted and focused on tasks
you beat us with sticks and you hush us with masks
we dig up the ground and make our own caskets
until we go down in shambles
the shambles in my mind are killing me
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Nick Pulpman Grenoble, France
born in Paris in 1994,
Musician, DJ, producer, sound tech, DIY booker,
passionate about
musical traditions, languages, history, and mind expansion
raised on an island,
lives in Grenoble,
found a home in Zagreb,
... more
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