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Fieldtrip
03:10
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Staring in the grey, staring thru everything.
A hypnotizing field.
Wet wood smells good skin myself,
weak legs.
Avoid my home. Messed up.
A final thought comes clean from inside.
Still want to play music.
Keep sitting on that bench, fuck my phone.
Fade out in the grass.
No I won´t numb my brain, decide to ride my bike.
Entering the station took the train at 11 o´ clock.
Stuck for days, almost screwed it up for us.
Cold rain in the face.
Increase the space inbetween.
Here I took the same rails back home again.
Thought you appear, this is called fall.
Someone else is shooting dope in the afternoon.
Life is strange, I don´t judge, lock eyes with you.
Hope you do not get caught.
In this mood again, this shit happend before.
Slightly lingers another break up.
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Purposes
05:02
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How long can I, how long can I ?
Forshadow in the supermarket,
in the celler in the park.
Excited in presence of the end.
Do this can in a second in a backyard with some old friends,
broke thru, fuck the authorities.
At least broke thru the isolation.
Piles of leaves seem eerie.
Foliage everywhere.
On a walk, could have asked but kept in motion.
Daydream I do.
Those lights are essential to build a shelter, a fortress.
Let´s go to the pen.
I´m going to get piss-drunk tonight.
The gas-station shines bright.
Clusters people like bugs.
But they shut it down!
Wanna get piss-drunk tonight but i share my beer.
Junkie you are so kind (Puking and leaving, smoking not snorting).
Leaving you, wet eyes.
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Peripherie
04:06
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Distress-Signal from the ground,
overwhelmed, tasting a bit of blood.
You don´t go, I don´t go.
Kept on pedaling, leant against your weight,
swallow to much smoke.
I don´t get it at all, think you felt the same.
To drunk to, puke cause I´m acting tough.
Two fingers on a ball sack, dumb fun.
Should have left earlier.
First light won´t wake me.
Do I belong here at all?
Missed out the kiss I sorely miss.
Estranged.
Typing in some honest words, smart words,
cause I had enough time.
But it seems that I´m to scared to make new friends.
Maybe a fiddler, glorifying erased events.
Simulating closeness revealing a history of Fuck up´s.
Fucked up, doubt this way.
Pass me another beer can.
Nevermind, I´m thirsty right now.
Fucked up, Nevermind.
Pass me another beer can.
I´m thirsty right now, may fiddeling.
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I once bumped into this hand-model,
she also could have been a foot-model,
and sometimes I wish I could be there again.
We were on the same page and during our walks through the trundra,
I showed her my collections.
And she could fight too.
I thought her boyfriend was mad stupid,
because he was and maybe I had al little crush on her.
Once he tried to beat me up in private and I guess I deserved it.
I never told her and the next day,
I acompanied her to an important job-interview.
I wear my softest pants during the coldest times.
Woke up from a bad dream, started in a confusiong life.
Solved a problem by ignoring it - anyhow -
On more coffee so I might live life faster.
A long distance bed, so we can hang out again.
Everythingelse must wait.
And let´s just don´t talk destiny.
When I searched my feelings for the first time I was still a kind,
wraped in the past.
Getting pocket-money so,
would I feel saver?
We both were quiet.
Until you bought me ice-cream.
That´s the moment when you dumped me.
Those lighthearted summer-days were so great,
years before the perfect trip.
Things could be so boring in our villages.
I remember your hands warm and big and you said that.
Some moments ereased,
a few years to depressed to.
It´s always infinate until it´s not.
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