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Shovel Novel 200%
04:35
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Are you at home tonight
to press "rewind"
on mental tape
hollowing out
to stuff up our bucket? Yeah.
Can't sleep, if you need my help just ask me,
so I take that shovel and pick up this golden sand
for a place just mine and yours.
Lazing at home tonight
although we might
get out from here
and give up of leer.
Didn't satiate our bucket yet.
Cannot sleep, I need your help.
Don't be afraid my friend,
follow me in this affair.
You will gain a lot this night
being with me close by my side.
Don't let go off my hand.
Wallow into the sand!
Babette, please, don't let me hyde
tears in the Cove of The Silence.
Leaves inside my sleeves
and pebbles in
my shoes. Prepare
your sleeping bag!
Superpowers all around her shell
are the only anchor! Can you heed me?
So just grab that shovel and pick up this golden sand!
Wake up, I need your help!
Don't let go off my hand,
follow me in this affair,
we will gain a lot this night.
Be with me close by my side!
All that you can leave on your trail,
everything you put in your pail
will be magical, will be chemical,
will be only those grains.
(All that you can leave on your trail,
everything you put in your pail
will be magical, will be chemical,
will be only those grains.)
So just grab that shovel and pick up this golden sand!
Wake up, I need your help!
All that you can leave on your trail,
everything you put in your pail
will be magical, will be chemical,
will be only those grains.
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2. |
Hyperpenny
03:46
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Gimme a fucking reason to stay tonight.
It's the perfect season to get my flight!
Supercelestial's waiting for me
and I turn to speedlight like a soft kite.
Hyperuraniun gets close to me.
Kyle in Köln was nice but now you better cry
or just lay in silence... Wow!
"Danger" is the word declarating war.
My carapace is hard
like an icecream and my body's flabby as the same one
melted by the heat of light
from a spaceship's rood too bright.
Turn to speedlight! Mime a soft kite!
Supercelestial's waiting for me!
Culprits of no crime gravely suffer fights
'till they lay in silence... No!
Danger in the world: spiritual default.
Hurry up! We must go back!
Carry us some Plastron's fact!
Penny, see you later, when the
globe is cleared of every threats.
Hyperpenny kick your ass!
Nightmare in a nightmare. Yes!
(Limitless rate on the silliness lane.)
Nightmare is a nightmare when
a fist in the gloom lands on your face,
lands a checkmate misting your room.
Save us from this collapsing ride
and also bring us some Kölsch
'cause it burns below the shine.
Rescue us, be our shelter!
We must get now to the dock
where the sailer waits to sail.
We won't need you anymore,
thank you, feel free to go home.
You're the saviour of the world.
Time and space will mend to your shell's hold.
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Let's Pasta!
04:43
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It's been a long time away from my place.
I can't eat, got stomachache, I throw up all day and
this is so strange.
There is a void beneath my soul inside my mind.
I miss it like an essential thing and now
I'm feeling the taste.
Like the sky...
Like the sky needs clouds,
some pasta feeds mouths.
After all this endless journey
nothing else rescues me.
I want to go back and eat what I really wished for.
I'm tired, I'll keep it hard, but I feel incomplete.
Arrest me right now 'cause I'm going to throw myself
in a well of juice.
Like the sky...
Like the sky needs clouds,
I need a pasta plate.
After all this endless journey
my jaws want to crunch
and stop to dream the flavour.
Sweet home, I want to come back,
fill up this hole before it cracks.
Then I'll enjoy my smoking snack.
Sweet home, I want to come back,
fill up this hole before it cracks.
Then I'll enjoy my smoking snack.
Sweet home, I want to come back.
Oooh, ooooooh, ooooooh!
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4. |
Gloaming
04:32
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No matter the light's off
the moon can take it all.
A wave or a meteorite
made of glare and shadows.
So don’t come back,
stay where you are to relieve
the image of our time.
Let go those fatal moments.
You know when you are watching the gloaming
alone waiting for something.
So stay there and dive into the dark,
rest with your missin' glance.
Coquettes, tawnies, vultures, crows,
owls and all the ill-omen birds
leave their own flock like the doves.
No matter the light's off
the moon can take it all.
A wave or a meteorite
made of glare and shadows.
So don’t come back,
stay where you are to relieve
the image of our time.
Let go those fucking moments.
You sent me a message,
you gave me a necklace
hiding in a massage
but you need it more.
Coquettes, tawnies, vultures, crows,
owls and all the ill-omen birds
leave their own flock like the doves.
I have a beautiful vision of it.
You know when you are watching the gloaming
alone waiting for something.
So stay there and dive into the dark,
rest with your missin' glance.
Coquettes, tawnies, vultures, crows,
owls and all the ill-omen birds
leave their own flock like the doves.
I have a beautiful vision of it.
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Plastron Milan, Italy
We are friends since the high school, linked by the music, but militants in different bands until one day we decided to play together. The end.
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