1. |
Sticky
03:09
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Smooth
Smooth
Smooth
You know what
I saw something on Wet TV
And I read about it on the web for real
Despite the fact that
They talk mostly about the weather
I can't help but share my thoughts
Suction swabs and all kinds of tampons
All they do is advertise oblivion
I also read about new jellies like Haribo
They’re supposed to help understand gibbons
The other day I tuned in the radio
And the voice reminds me to hydrate
Then I thought, why not
So I grabbed the swab and started to suck
All day long
Then another thing Wet Magazine
They're talking about a mission
Yeah a space mission
Oh my god, what a lack
The earth is flat and we're fucked
I tried to jot down notes on such attractions
But the pen
Slipped out of my hand
So I thought
I'd better share the news with you
Face-to-face
Face-to-face
I tried to jot down notes on such attractions
But the pen
Slipped out of my hand
So I thought
I'd better share the news with you
Face-to-face
I don't know
What's right and wrong
Do you think
I suck it all in
All like a sponge
I don't know
What's right and wrong
Why do you think
I suck it all in like a sponge
I don't know
What's right and wrong
Do you think
I suck it all in like a sponge
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2. |
Instruments
04:08
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We want more
More meat
We want more
More of it
We are fresh
Piece of flesh
We are bored
And we don’t know what we want
So, I’m thinking about
But I don’t know what to do with myself
So, I’m thinking about
Can someone strip me to the bone
Because I don’t know what to do with myself
Fuck knows
Fuck knows
Fuck knows
Fuck knows
And again
I’m thinking about
Can someone strip me to the bone
Because I don’t know what to do with myself
And again
I’m thinking about
Can someone strip me to the bone
Because I don’t know what to do with myself
Sensually touched
And we’d like to chop and cut,
Freeze and burn, drown
Make it with sound
Make it with sound
With sound
And again
I’m thinking about
Can someone strip me to the bone
I don’t know what to do with myself
And again oh
I’m thinking about
Can someone strip me to the bone
I don’t know what to do with myself
And again
Can someone strip me to the bone
I don’t know what to do with myself
And again
Can someone strip me to the bone
I don’t know what to do with myself
I’m a flesh
That’s all I possess
I will shred
And frame it in the end
We’re all the same
No reason to discuss
We’re all fit
In a picture of us
Of us
And again
I’m thinking about
Can someone strip me to the bone
Because I don’t know what to do with myself
I don’t know
And again
I’m thinking about
Can you strip me to the bone
I don’t know what to do with myself
Oh, fuck knows
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3. |
Pi
05:01
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It doesn’t understand
What pleasure is and what pain
It doesn’t understand
What carnality is
And its sensual fate
Sensual fate
Sensual fate
Sensual fate
It doesn’t have a name
But the illusion
Is the only value
It process
It process
It process
It process
It process
It process
It process
It process
It process
Sound is the only medium
It understands
It’s not limited to the Milky Way
Distant galaxies are part of a gravitational affair
Highly electrifying
Highly electrifying
Sound is the only medium
It understands
Made of black matter
From black holes
Caused by thermal radiation
Of black holes
A singularity
Of black holes
A singularity
Of black holes
A singularity
Of black holes
A singularity
Of black holes
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4. |
Sobriety Rental
03:45
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When you look at your friend
You wonder if it's an illusion
You feel the need for a change, but
Some forces control your mind
Hunted by utopian thoughts
You don’t know anymore what’s real
Yet they force you to fight
For something
That even the blind can see
Hey
Is everything OK
Is everything OK
Hey
Is everything OK
Hey is everything OK
Paper characters make up your life
Paper house you flee to hide
Paper visions that are deep and dark
Paper thoughts crumble as you say goodbye
Paper memories you buried in the dark
Paper feelings, naive and false
Paper dreams that are torn to pieces
Paper thoughts fade away and you with them
And you seem to enjoy this perfect delusion
And you seem to drift with delusion
Paper characters make up your life
Paper house you flee to hide
Paper visions that are deep and dark
Paper thoughts crumble as you say goodbye
Paper memories you buried in the dark
Paper feelings, naive and false
Paper dreams that are torn to pieces
Paper thoughts fade away and you with them
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5. |
Star
04:15
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You are confused
And you don’t know who you are
You are so broken
And your mind splits apart
You want some answers
Intuition guides you far
You are so blind
Yet something lights up the dark
You are so close
And yet so far
You are so lost
And yet you fight
You have lost something
But you’ve forgotten what it was
You know something is wrong
But you don’t know what
You are all right
You are all right
You are all right
You are alright
The day you came here
You don’t remember
The body you chose to live in
Looks like a mistake one
Yet one, one, one is enough
So this could start
From the beginning
That’s right
You are all right
Always alright
You are all right
Always alright
You are alright
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6. |
Omo
03:02
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Do you remember
Anything from the past
All those moments
We’ve grown up in the mud
Do you dream sometimes
Of the great life we have
Things we do
That doesn’t seem to mean much
Do you think we can put
The future on the right path
To make the dessert get shade
In the scorching sun
Do you think we can learn
Something new right now
Something deep and fresh
That will make us come alive
Trust me
I will show you my dreams
Follow me
To the laser beams
Just believe
We can change destiny
Come with me
Through the laser beams
It will burn out our legacy
Suddenly everything will become clear
It will burn out our legacy
Everything will become clear
Can you see me
As I see you
Can you feel me
I don’t know anymore what’s true
Can you trust me
Shall we go together
Things will get change
And we’ll make them better
Shall we go together
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7. |
R&D Holograms
04:53
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Chosen by the one
Floating in the air
Medium
In a telepathic trance
No drug can challenge it
Incredible pleasure
But you know
Their end is a conscious choice
And the agony works as a bridge
To eternity
Forever
Eternity
Forever
Eternity
Forever
Eternity
Forever
They must die
To be born again
Do not despair
Such is their fate
You know
This sacrifice
Will bring a new balance
So don't hesitate
It’s your last moment
You must go now
Feel the grace of the one
Of the one
You must go now
Feel the grace
Feel the grace
Now now
You must go now
Feel the grace of the one
Of the one
You must go now
Feel the grace
Of the one
Of the one
Holograms
Their echo will guide you
Holograms
Their echo will guide you
Will guide you
Their echo
Holograms
Their echo will guide you
Will guide you
Their echo
Will guide you
Holograms
Their echo will guide you
Will guide you
Will guide you
Their echo
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8. |
Coma
04:37
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He was sent here
For something he forgot
The city has changed
Or maybe he’s too old
It's not the London you remember
It's just a bloody playground
Everything here
Is linked to the mycelium
They say art
Is not just meat
But all he sees Is flesh
All he looks at is flesh
All he looks at looks like flesh
Oh my Angel
What are you hiding
Oh my Angel
What’s under that mask
Oh my Angel
You’re torn and stained with blood
Oh my Angel
You resemble a homeless man
Oh my Angel
What are you hiding
Oh my Angel
That image of yours
Oh my Angel
Doesn’t look right
Oh my Angel
You seem to be lost
I lost my memory
No, I'm not a spy
All I remember is
That I used to have a purpose
Oh my angel
You seem to be lost
Oh my Angel
So you know
Oh my Angel
You are not alone
Oh my Angel
We’re in this together
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9. |
Dynamo
04:56
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A mute messenger opens the door
A mirrored space springs up for her
Behind the desk sits Dynamo
She looked at her in the clouds of smoke
The ash falls off and down the hole
Eaten by mirrors, dissolves, it’s gone
Have I gone mad? She asked herself
Mirrors warps and bends again
What’s happening? She thinks, all right
I hallucinate or I’m gone on mind
Your liquids your sweat, intrigues us she said
It’s time for you Star, you’ll be ok
Dynamo I'm lost so please explain
Why do I have to go through this hell?
But when you’re done let me out away
I’ve got enough of being part of this mess
Remember you’re chosen
You're one of a kind
Barton is waiting
He’ll explain to you why
Why so mysterious to keep me wrapped
In all these mirrors all the time
Don't ask how it works as I’m confused
It all stimulates my senses for good
The mirrors vibrate wiping reflections
In all their oddity she’s losing perception
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10. |
Psilo
05:16
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Here I took my time
The last day of my life
When I saw the sun
I went blind my dear
Here a strange entity
Works on my senses
I read smell and space
Everything vibrates
I can’t see anything
I went blind my dear
I can’t see anything
I went blind my dear
I can’t see anything
I went blind my dear
I can’t see anything
But I immerse myself
Here It emerged before me
It took the shape of a man
In shiny liquid form
And I was staring at it
I couldn’t see with my eyes
But I felt his presence
So I stretched out my hand
And then he called me
I went blind my dear
But I immersed myself
I went blind my dear
And I immersed myself
I can’t see anything
I went blind my dear
I can’t see anything
But I immersed myself
I went blind my dear
But I immersed myself
I went blind my dear
And I immersed myself
I can’t see anything
I went blind my dear
I can’t see anything
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Wet-Man London, UK
Songs on broken potatoes in space.
Composer and music producer. I gravitate towards audio-
visual themes and writing. My main interest oscillates in narrative storytelling, melancholy, illusion and especially forms of absurdity.
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