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It only stops to start again
And silence is my only friend
Love only came to leave again
And boredom is my only friend
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The Bores Of Asstown
04:36
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The Bores Of Asstown
Hello, lovely Heather, is it time to change the scene?
(Your) jacket made of leather offends no one except me
Hello lovely Heather take your boyfriend and his beard
Drowned in craftbeer oceans with his bulldog dumb and weird
Come on cutie Heather - easy going as you say
Talk about the weather and your craftsmanship with clay
Come on, lovely Heather - get your nails done, there you go
Cause you just don’t know
Here is Heather’s Rodney - he’s the singer in a band
They play old time music - oh he wished they lived back then
Come on, righteous Rodney, take your Martin and then go
Go to Manitoba crossbowhunting in the snow
Go and play the savage - like you’re living in the past
don’t forget your counselling - you know we’ll have a blast
Take your handsome denims, thirteen ounces head to toe
Cause you just don’t know. (He’s a C.E.O. …And he just don’t know…)
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Noch Gar Nicht
03:16
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Noch Gar Nicht
Ob wir nicht vielleicht irgendwo leben koennten, nicht gleich
Aber spaeter irgendwann und dann in Ruhe
Du sagst das waer’ nicht leicht und das Leben Dir oft zu seicht
Und Du waerst viel unterwegs - auch im Kopf und so
Und Du lachst und sagst es waeren schwere Zeiten
Und kein Platz fuer visionaere Zaertlichkeiten
Nur der Abend hier und meine gruenen Augen
Und als waer’s ein Spiel mein Herz mir auszusaugen, ah hey, hey..
Was Du sagst ist mir nicht neu, bin ja selber gern so frei
Und im Zweifel ist der beste Platz noch die Autobahn
Aber waere es nicht schoen in den Sonnenuntergang zu seh’n
Wenn sich unsere Wege kreuzen, schon beim naechsten Mal?
Komm wir probiern’s, nur dieses eine Mal, komm wir probiern, nur dieses
Letzte Mal, komm wir probiern’s nur dieses eine Mal, nur dieses eine Mal,
Nur dieses eine Mal, nur dieses eine Mal
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Made To Measure Mae West
06:08
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Made to Measure Mae West
There was nothing to say in the days of the supplement
Sand Castle Queen fucks a Hippie whereas your friends look like Tom Cruise
Somebody bless all the drinks and the people who paid for them
I think you never forget the folks who teach you to hang loose
Destruction has it’s own beauty and it’s a joy to get into it
The only thing with destruction is it might change for the worse
And I thought I knew what you think about these days
I want to see all my friends for a verbal embrace
Now here’s a bachelor of Science in psychological tailoring
And here she comes far too soon and thinks she’s mighty and strong
And she says:”I know what you think about..”
And she says:”I know what you think about..”
And she says:”I know what you think about these days.”
And I say:” uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh..”
And there is no time to understand
And there is no time to cry
And we shouldn’t even take the time
Time to forget
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abel collective Vancouver, British Columbia
"abel collective is a Vancouver-based psychedelic pop group with an ever changing line-up centred around German ex-pat,
singer, song-writer, Thor Abel. abel collective's shimmering sound is informed by a ‘60s palette - from chanteuse, to be-in, to happening - filtered and expanded through the the storm of Shoegaze and a hunger for elevation."
Jens Kirschneck, What's That Noise Magazine
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