1. |
down by the water
03:26
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down by the water
not to be found
will I be born again
every day
like the other
one step closer to being
an abstraction
and all there is
is all there ever was
and maybe all
there will ever be
I don't know
I don't know
how could I
how could anybody know
what is happening to us
what is happening
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2. |
scorched
04:27
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the bickering
murmurs of
greedy little men
like a tick
already suckled fat
it never ends
sucking all the marrow out
of the little bones
I am sorry Mr. Salesperson
I am not in the market for
manmade horrors beyond my comprehension
I'd rather chew my face off
so far beyond
plausible
deniability
the animals
scream in the dark
People are aware
humanising pleasantries
dead behind the eyes
I am sorry Mr. Salesperson
I am not in the market for
manmade horrors beyond my comprehension
I'd rather chew my face off
oh what a horrible day to have eyes
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3. |
dissociated
04:16
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everything is still
different
no one really knows
what is going on
on and on
we're shifting sideways
kicking the can down
the same old road
until we don't
so maybe it is time
to finally
let it all go to hell
nothing left to do
my holy war
has lost its cause
so sick and so tired
of moving mountains
not really alive anymore
tangled up in
reveries
dissociated
upside down and
inside out
it's gonna rain
it's gonna rain
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feed the children
to the market
it demands young blood
you won't see faces
just a general sense of rot and sin
and we stand by
the things we have to do
and it's just like
it has always been
your opinions
clean and simple
as we need them to be
you barely notice
a godless silence in your chest where a heart should be
and we stand by
the things we have to do
and it's just like
it has always been
everything is fine
no need for reformation
we just pay in blood
sacrificing the unborn
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5. |
ad nauseam
04:05
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finally, more things to fear
and obsess about
for a moment there I worried
we might be running out
from a spiral to a circle
the walls are pushing in
caught up in the binary
purging all our sins
they are out to get us
and everything feels staged
mesmerized by noisemachines
feeding on the rage
a healthy paranoia is what
keeps the pups alive
hollow nodes behind a screen
locked into the hive
crying over nothing in perticular, just everything
seems like an appropriate reaction to me
it's the end of times again
buckle up, my friend
way too tired to react
or trying to comprehend
racketeers and charlatans and
those who'll hide a curse
in the midst of everyone
fatten up the purse
crying over nothing in perticular, just everything
seems like an appropriate reaction to me
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6. |
flux
02:57
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slowly consumed by
a sense of something
once hold dear
lost
irrevocably
flightless bird
so easily
bruised by the world
what a fucking joke
what to build on
in a state of constant flux
only time will tell
if we can make it
flightless bird
so easily
bruised by the world
what a fucking joke
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7. |
dusk
03:07
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bleeding out
while we watch the sun go down
behind the buildings
so sorry for
all the countless lights we see
in all those windows
how could I follow
you when you're not really here anymore
and we're just waiting for
the most predictable
of all possible
disappointments of all times
out of reach,
from another time
legacy and tomb
remembering random memories,
talking backwards
how could I follow
you when you're not really here anymore
and we're just waiting for
the most predictable
of all possible
disappointments of all times
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8. |
sink/swim
03:01
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cracking up your skull
to force me in
to kill away
what is sick
for how ever long
it may take
to build my nest and
lull it all to sleep
but alas, your heart
will not sing
no matter what I do
we drank the sea
so sorry for
who we could have been
I'm starving in
your embrace
but alas, our hearts
won't keep still
no matter what we do
we'll drink the sea again
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9. |
forever, for now
03:20
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I hold your body close to mine
all those empty afternoons
and I feel it when when you say
there's so much darkness in our hearts
stumbling on into the fog
with one foot still trapped in the swamp
and noone knows what's going on
as we are running with closed eyes
and while our demons are playing house
we try to figure out, what is happening
all I know is it's with you
I love to waste my time , forever for now
the cliche of us against the world
holding hands while everything is burning down
and in the end the good guys win
and everything will be all right
and while our demons are playing house
we try to figure out, what is happening
all I know is it's with you
I love to waste my time , forever for now
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10. |
sparks
03:46
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bright lights,
guide us home
for the wind will
swallow our names
time flows
eating mountaintops
singing songs of
water and stone
and as we drift away into oblivion
myriads of sparks, slowly fading out,
everyone - a story being told
just to disappear
and it all seems so important at the time
oh my
whispers
from a distance
adding up to
deafening noise
patterns
repetition
guiding lines to
soon be erased
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11. |
in the pale
04:32
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they are saying
you have to let your heart break
so that the light may come in
but what if my
darkness will leak out instead
and engulf everything
it will infest the whole wide world,
metastasize into space
and the angry sea will boil
with the fury of a thousand
dying suns
and blood and oil will rain
down from high above,
swallowing all of it
we're never not in the pale
lamentations
here in the city of teeth
this is no cry for help
but a plea for
total annihilation
for the silence to come
and all our hunger will fall still
a holy absence of the noise
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KOLIBRI_GHOST Brunswick, Germany
somewhere between sadboypop, singer/songwriter, indie and electronica.
KOLIBRI_GHOST is a soloproject of painter and musician Sascha Dettbarn.
KOLIBRI_GHOST recommends:
my regular, non solo band. indiefolk with a pinch of pop. enjoy !
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I just started a new music project: "SOPORA". It is about exploration, texture and sound.
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