Love Varg

by Love Varg

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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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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
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 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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well...
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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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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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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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Recorded in less than a week at an exhausting pace in August 2011, VR-Studio, Vall, Gotland.
Songs written in Visby and Stockholm.

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released January 15, 2013

All songs and lyrics written by Love Stenström except the lyrics to 'My Heart Leaps Up' - a poem written by William Wordsworth and 'Ad Mortem Festinamus' - a traditional text from Santiago de Compostela (14th century).
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Many Thanks to Alexander Härnlöv, Linus Larsson, Erik Törner, Jonas Larsson and my father - Jan Stenström.

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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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