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Rimbaud's Pipe
02:22
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He punched my shoulder and asked me
'where are you going?'
I said I was seeing Verlaine
Then he pulled my arm
and dragged me down a sewer
it was time to watch and learn
no time to spare
We waded through that piss and stench
and I shouted 'shit!'
He just laughed at me, he seemed to be
rather pleased with it
As he lit his pipe I asked him
'who are you anyway?'
He blew his smoke and said overlap
'bow to the King of Rats, Delahaye!'
Though I was four years older
with my body provin'
it was who was running this game
Well I tried to stall and gather
little clues here and there
but my time was out and burned
and no one would care
We gazed upon our wicked lives
and I cried 'quit!
love has enrolled us into a game...
n'that what it is'
Then an invasion of scum approached us
it covered both with grease
we'd never had so much fun in all of our life
only the rain would make it ease
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Maple Branches
03:41
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As the maple branches whips the wind
any time they'll cease to spin
anyhow the raging spitting priest begin
in front our scars of hatred and sin
dead in rows
Selected are those who claim a land
who fiercely bows to the greater man
they thought could reap but only ban
people who are told never to weep but can
even if its cold
Well many want but don't complain
they just all day and poke in their clay
and wait for talkative rainy days
so they can have their coffee, milks and cakes
shoved into their empty caves
and then find a stain
and the maple branch grabbed my hat
took it away, made it flat
what a decay
Seagulls on the beach they flew
into the sky got mixed in blue
til our eyes fooled us before we knew
small things are much bigger than you
even though they're far away
Another trivial picnic went by
people waved and yelled 'goodbye!'
all that's left - a plastic sty
of green eggs hams and rotten pies
but who would pay?
Well hail to all men who spoke
of being rich though they all were broke
of gallant gully diner jokes
and holy grails and talk show hosts
where people sit and fart and goes
but should explode
and the maple branches whirls again
I've seen beginnings I've seen the end
it's down the road
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Buggy Street
02:43
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Love lives on Buggy Street
where the drinkers age
age in rage
and policemen meet
The insane walk here
back and forth
all day
all day and night
They buy sweets
at the corner store
and eats it with delight
hm
Smoke rises
from the bar downstairs
up to my front row seat
cause Love does not live far
above Buggy Street
Yes Love is in the air here
many fists bloom
bloom and strike
and then without a single care
they screech into the
karaoke-mike
cause Love does not live far
above Buggy Street
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My Heart Leaps Up (I)
01:15
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5. |
My Heart Leaps Up (II)
04:22
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My heart leaps up when I behold
a rainbow in the sky
so it was when my life began
so it is now I am a man
so be it
so be it when I shall grow old
So be it
so be it when I shall grow old
The child is the father of the man
and I could wish my days to be
bound each to each
by natural piety
so be it
so be it when I shall grow old
so be it
so be it when I shall grow old
or let me die
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Dirty Coffee Cup
02:50
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well...
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Ad Mortem Festinamus
02:12
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Ad mortem festinamus
peccare desistamus pecstamus
Scribere proposui de contemptu
mundano, mundano
ut de gentes seculi non mulcentur
in vano, in vano
Iam est hora surgere a somno
mortis, mortis parvo
Ad mortem festinamus
peccare desistamus pecstamus
(Translation)
We rush into death
don't want to trespass any more
I write of the evil
in the world
lest the time
should pass unused
The time has come to awake
in the face of death
We rush into death
don't want to trespass any more
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Winter's Tale
03:00
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Step by step
they bring their bed in mind
step by step
they bring their bed and cry
Well if no one does
exactly what they want
don't do what you want
and expect nothing at all
So tell me who then
who shall I hate?
what pain shall I cause?
who's heart shall I break?
who then?
who shall I hate?
what choice regret?
and God forsake?
And the artist who
worship all his filth and farts
fills his tank
with milk of broken hearts
so tell me who then...
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Bleeding Monkey
02:53
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The death of a bore is the burst of a sigh
and the burst of a sigh is the birth of a bore
And the backstage clown he hollers;
'Beethoven! show me another chord'
The end of man is the end of a dog
and the end of a dog is
exactly what you think
And the backstage clown keep holler;
'Bartender! pour me another drink'
Reality is a bleeding monkey
the king himself is a furry donkey
Reality is a bleeding monkey
the coming queen is a furnished donkey
Reality!
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Love Varg Stockholm, Sweden
Based in Sthlm, Love Varg is a songwriter and variety-singer born and raised in Gotland (*Nov 1988). Musically active since
his 15th year - he has performed at hundreds of venues, in various capacities and countries, and released eight albums.
Instruments; Vocals, guitar, harmonica, piano.
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