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simulacrum
03:54
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pointing at the moon,
a sleight of hand, disorientation
there is a fire in the house
while we sing ourselves to sleep
simulacrum of life,
the walls are coming down, down, down
and we are burning the territory
just to conquer the map
acting out the script
mimicry, punch and judy
changing all the names
feeding on our primitive limitations
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digging down
04:00
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don't turn the lights off
I hear the weasels closing in
they will take us down
and in this small place
it's hard to overcome
so it goes
it's easier to just
sing along
to all the pretty songs
but we don't know what it means
petrified in a
hedonic stupor
until the sun
will go down
can't calm the anger
with all these scorpions in the heart
it will tear us apart
stuck between two thieves
grinding stones to dust
for a while
and as the world is spinning around
we just keep digging down
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3. |
familiar
03:58
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familiar
always thought we'd disappear somehow,
yet here are now, here we are now
and the lights are all so bright
and the air is hard to breathe
here we are now
fading next to you
leaving spirals
drifting anywhere
as lost as the rain
falling down on
forgotten fields
we know how the pieces fit
its familiar, so familiar
and we're closing all the loops
like we did a million times
so familiar
fading next to you
leaving spirals
drifting anywhere
as lost as the rain
falling down on
forgotten fields
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4. |
watching life from afar
03:57
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pull me out
of the wall
we're fading away like
everyone else
locking doors
and cutting wires
we'll choke on this, my friend
and here we're screaming our lullabies,
wondering why the howling never stops
fearmongering lying snakes
shaking babys for tranquility
taking eyes and
singing songs
looking for names in the wind
golden calfs and
big opinions
shove it down the throat
and here we're screaming our lullabies,
wondering why the howling never stops
fearmongering lying snakes
shaking babys for tranquility
watching life from a far
happen to other people
just keep on keeping on
with our eyes in the dark
waiting for the abyss
to stare back at us
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5. |
dominoes
04:47
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the tendency
for dominoes to fall
unsurprisingly
when it all comes crashing down
on you again
we all could see
the writings on the wall
from miles away
and I`m quiet sure we will be
here all over again
at least you manage to look pretty,
while everything you touch will start to decompose
a thing so violently empty
hungry eyes that feast on all the pain they cause
you build the scene
control the narrative
and make it clean
so we all know you were right
all along again
I cannot believe
that anyone still buys
your little act
and you'll keep on getting away
with it again
it's what you do
it's what you do
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6. |
a snake in the garden
03:35
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breeding resentment
through electric eyes
from half the world away
mere abstractions
I dont consider you
my kind
there is always a snake in the garden
no matter how high the walls
it's just a matter of perception
and the storys we've been told
broken transmission
static in the air
scream into the void
mere projections
flickers on a screen
they don't know
there is always a snake in the garden
no matter how high the walls
it's just a matter of perception
and the storys we've been told
shine a light
on me
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low
03:49
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low
slowly descending
the staircase to the hell of hungry ghosts
the weight of withered communications
dead eyes staring into space
petrified
primates full of serpents
like everybody else
trudging along
coming undone
singing songs to fill the
heavens with lamentations
for everyone to hear
looking for deliverance
all those invited vampires
draining the colour day by day
we're feeding this tempting parasite
the fear of the other
yearning for authority
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savages
03:38
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the reverberation of
howling savages
lies underneath
the tower we build
on animal bones
that is scratching the clouds
we came so far
and we`ll keep on reaching out
we`re all being eaten up alive by time
in the dust of what was, giving birth to what is right now,
we are giving form, to what will be
the freedom we have
this unbearable burden, we're
so overwhelmed
so many choices and
no points of reference we're
lost in the haze
but it is okay
no need to be anything
we`re all being eaten up alive by time
in the dust of what was, giving birth to what is right now,
we are giving form, to what will be
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barely here
03:41
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it's not too late,
for us to notice
its' in the words that we don't say,
all the times we suffer in silence,
we feel so alone
no one enjoys being broken,
it's just a tale that you might tell yourself
to face this existence,
to have something to hold on to
we are barely here, before we're gone, for all that we know
wide eyed, stumbling through haze
on this pale blue dot
spinning indifferently
for who knows how long
we have to imagine us happy
face our brief infinity
with a defiant smile
because what else could we do ?
we are barely here, before we're gone, for all we know
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10. |
godspeed
03:51
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you dont really want to rise, you wanna
lower anybody else , cause you can't compete
this is no stardust on your hands,
it's just failure,
it's just failure
tell your little tale of woe, how this
cruel world has been treating you,
turn it all around
funny how it is, always the others
always the others
and here I thought we would connect
but we never really did
all the times you talked the talk
but will you ever walk the walk?
it's kind of hard for me to see
you're not special in any way
so whatever, nevermind
godspeed to you
did all that really happen to you, why is there
conflict anywhere you go ? maybe it is you
always butting heads, just to get noticed,
just to get noticed
I know sarcasm makes you feel save, you are the
critic on top of things , wear it like a shield
and never let it go, so nothing can hurt you
nothing can hurt you
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11. |
still life
04:14
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high hopes and nausea
as we spin in place
with half a life gone by
out here, in a world astray
we seem different
somehow lost
in still lifes, we tied ourselves up in knots
once again
somewhere between what we know
save and sound
once more, an all new cast
and the same old lines
on and on
headaches, melancholia
we are wandering
aimlessly
trying to bare the burden
of the death of all that could have been
in this suffocating banality
we're forced to be free
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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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