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Return
05:00
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My Return
Overtakes another long black limousine
My Return
Just around the bend remembrance of a crippled dream
Houses smaller but the trees still too high
The perspective remains wrong as hard as I try
And then I try my return
Holes in walls where they carried out
So many people I once knew
Across the playground wher the big boys stole my cap
And I just let the to (I loathed it anyway)
First beaten up then fucked on the same spot
And I wish I could forgive
But though I say that I will I know I will not
My Return
On a day as bleak as many a day I used to know
My Return
Could it be a matter of perspective where I go?
We all must go
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Sum
02:39
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Pacifist Hedonist Existentialist Soloist Optimist
Masochist Analyst Fatalist Illusionist Autist
Egotist
Realist Impressionist Activist Sadist
Bigamist FranzLiszt Exhibitionist Therapist
Artist
Pessimist Solipsist OliverTwist Mysticist Mentalist
Sentimentalist
Braintwist Expressionist Egotist Extremist Defeatist
Muse-kissed Evangelist Antichrist
Artist
Clenched Fist
Soloist
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HERESexualitY
04:31
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As we moved out of the darkness
Through the portal's gothic weight
The cathedral spat us out
And left us blinded in the shade
And saints and sinners stared
From stonework up above
Their visions round our heads
Intensified our love
And do you feel what we desire?
A catholic artist I could be
Create my work for heaven's sake
Thus subverting every moral that
Sent others to the stake
The virgin martyr's mouth
In lust of agony
The naked flesh that's torn
Feels just like you and me
Heresy Heresy Here's Sexuality
I looked into your eyes
And I saw Catherine on her wheel rolling by
Agatha and her breasts like bells - Ding Dong
Eulalia on her cross – kiss me, come on
And do we know what we desire?
And do we feel?
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Collectors
05:09
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Note: Sense is indifferent to halos and birth
Note: Faith is experience and we're collectors
Faint distant silhouettes ever lost and true
And moments we collect to be companions on our deathbed
Collected through the years the moments that we know
Will make it easy when we have to go
They may even make us smile
We are collectors
Note: Beauty is evidence Soul fictitious but real
Note: Pain always feeds on pain and we're collectors
Finite and never stopped 'til we see again
The moments we collect to be companions on our deathbed
The memories we keep of moments that we spent
Are to precede us when we meet our end
Time will come and we will go
But we are collectors
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The Other Day
03:36
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Another day returns the same old sun
that dried out puddles on my way
And another day reclaims the hurting space
That silence filled since yesterday
But every day will push a sandcorn through the glass
And buries me among the time I thought could never pass
Of the other days – that's why I fear another day
On another day we'll find a moment
Change neglect into concern
And on another day we'll miss to shake the hand
Of someone who won't return
And every day will carve a line into your face
Thus deepening the rift that will impede me to retrace
The time I said to you: Don't be afraid
There'll be another day
And another day will make me speak the words today I wouldn't dare
And on another day – but will there be another day?
But we are here, so why should I care
About the other day, another day
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Shoot the Hare
02:50
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I won't go by like the out-of-favour guest
I won't go by like the pain in your chest
I won't go by like the siren in the night
As time goes by
But time is not on my side
I won't go by the name of (….)
I won't go by the book
I won't go by like the shadow on the sun
I won't go by like the hare on the run
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The Quiet Ones
05:34
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You will not hear me
The storm is strong again over the plains
You have to move your ear up to my mouth
To catch the words I'm forced to say
When the mass is shouting I stay close behind
I am the Quiet One
The megaphones and drums used as truncheons on the mind
You see, I'm not the silent one, just the Quiet One
Sincerity will speak and truth will find a voice
It will be soft
The little child that screams and kicks an bawls will have his way
But will it be loved?
And history loves those who scream and shout
But there are the Quiet Ones
And between the deafening noise disapproval has a voice
The voice of the Quiet Ones
And does the loudest word always have to be the last word?
I am the Quiet One but there are times when even I have to clear my throat
And speak
Silence is in vain
I am the Quiet One and I despise you who make me have to shout
Never will it be the same just watch out
Stupidity is always loud
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I met Bowie in Berlin
05:59
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Pardon me now though it's a little too late
We share too many memories
Since we got lost in a maze of remorse
I could speak of anything but love – it's still waiting for me
like Bowie in Berlin
And time will show what there really is to know
Everlasting questions are the jaw traps under snow
And time will show where we are and where we go
All lovers must die like rivers will flow
I'm locked in this dull coumbarium where all wasted moments are kept
In their urns in their alcoves
Neatly labeled and waiting for time to show that all is lost
And the words I did not use and the hearts I did not move
Are lining up before me like a firing squad
And the tears I did not smile and the smiles I did not cry
They will be there – I don't care – but they will be there
I didn't meet Bowie in Berlin – but maybe I did
I met Bowie in Berlin – who can tell?
And time will show what there really is to know
Everlasting questions are the jaw traps under snow
And time will show where we are and where we go
All lovers must die like rivers will flow
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Rebuild
03:13
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I wonder how could you dream about it and the rebuild again
Like a shed on a barren field will be rebuilt again
To put it straight :All that I ever tried was to unmake my birth
Not to rebuild again
And tear the fabric of time and space to go back again
And then again I'll drill the wall and hollow out the base
I'll saw the frame and set the roof on fire
It takes a little fire to rebuild again
And I'll be dead in the flames
And there'll be nothing left to rebuild
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Why do we wait in line why do we stand in awe
Like children by the surf to see what we abhor
So watch me now while I drill holes into my boat
The depth is down below so tired of being afloat
I don't need deeper waters it's possible to drown
Face first in shallow waters when I just lay me down
And there are silent waters that are not deep at all
But there are deeper waters that scream and brawl
Mute and bewildered like fish lost in dreams of dry land
lose themselves in the water and drown
I will not wait in line I'm halfway to the sea
The hammer missed the nail that pnned me to the tree
I'll suck liquid from these wounds then I bend and tumble down
I'll drink the ocean dry if he won't let me drown
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Tell Tale Heart
03:52
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Press your ear to my breastbone
Now do you hear what you desire and need?
Tie yourself to my ribcage
And as the earth shakes you will shake like me
The tales of a summernight have to be told in the cold
Silent is the place for lovers
And it's words that slowly tear us apart
Trust the evidence of your ears and of my Tell Tale Heart
And when you sleep I will listen to you and then you'll discover
The imprint of Pan's hoof on my breast
You deserve a beating of my heart and it will go on and on
like a madman banging a funeral drum
Silent is the place for lovers
And you know silence is where lovers meet
The tales of a summerday have to be told in darkness
And who will be playing my part?
Just trust the evidence of your ears and of my Tell Tale Heart
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Endenich
04:22
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And I will wait
until your eyes can see
The cemetary that is growing around my bed
Rose Monday morn fools dragged me out of the Rhine
They should have left me there
Silence of broken strings that died under your hands
I feel with them because I will die just like them
Madhouse
Don't end Please don't end Endenich
Silence of broken strings will haunt me while I wait
for you to come but when you come I won't know you anymore
And the name spells „end“
Endenich
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Platitudes
03:23
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Life is a nasty business, you hear what I say
You're chasing evasive answers and then you die anyway
Life is a nasty business and kills every day
Love is a dirty business though it smells like fun
You're hunting for self respect by destroying the other one
Love is a dirty business that has to be done
And even if we turn around it still stands in our way every day
Give me some platitudes now
Give me something fast give me some attitude
Give me something to cling to, some platitude
An existence consisting of platitudes
It's about time now to show me some gratitude
Give me something to cling to give me some platitude
Sometimes it will only take one to feel like truth
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The day I lost my faith was a beautiful day
The sun was shining upon the stones and the holes
And the birds were high in the trees
The day I lost my faith I wasn't complaining
But suddenly all went quiet
And I thought to myself
I'm just an empty boat avoiding the riverside
Slowly gliding down the streams in the dusk
Every man finds his own darkness to grope about
Waking the sleeping snakes under his feet
And Mary Magdalen begged me to stay
A skull between her breasts a horsewhip on her thighs
How could I say no?
And so I lost my faith and lost it over again
And then I realized I unconsciously regained it to lose it again
It must be some kind of Sisyphos thing to lose it to regain it and to lose it
Again
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Ant Mill
05:15
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Follow the trail that everybody follows it must lead somewhere
Like everybody does can it be wrong
Follow the trail I'm clinging to a backside and recline
Moving in a circle and in line
Pheromonia
In perfect colonies self organizing failures on the run
Pheromonia
Keeps us moving along on and on
Follow the trail
Does anybody feel like something's wrong?
Follow the trail
Our tribal instincts tell us to move on
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The silhouette on the wall eyes on an empty frame the shape of it all
And when the stables are shut half a eunuch is tired
The sun casts its dying rays upon the plain simple things in life
And the silhouette on the wall the souls of insects and of slugs
Will they be remembered at all
This is the night that silence will not end
Every man must return
The house and the windows look right but there is no light
Just silhouettes on the wall
Stains on a table cloth devoured by sperm and by blood
And again I see your smile while you're moving from my side
Your fingers press the latch
Behind the door
The night
Alexander, dream your dream
Torture the deaf-mute try to make her scream
Alexander, make your day
There's a distance that's not far away
Saddle the horse the blind white horse
Enter blind horse
And the silhouette on the wall I do not understand
But bodies will fall
When you turn away you won't see the shape of it all
Slowly fading in the dawn
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Alexander Dust Germany
Alexander Dust is the lead singer and mastermind of the Goth/Dark Wave Band ALSO. Alexander Dust started working as a Solo artist in 2010 and released 7 albums on his own label "Painful Scream Records" so far. Apart from that, he is supervising the release of the ALSO backcatalogue. www.facebook.com/dustalso ... more
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