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Sweet Radio Set
03:57
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I connect an appliance
The plug in the socket
I turn on the radio
I turn on the lights
t toggle-switch
tubes in a wooden house
a filament glows weak
It’s a sweet old radio
slushy crooner by Hank and Vic
well off the speaker
Hank, hold down the strings
and it begins
I can rely on my sweet radio
some radio announcer
blab platitudes
while coils and tubes
are burning hot
Interferences from the corner
my sweet old radio
a scruffy case in the corner
my sweet old radio
I can rely on my sweet old radio
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Overloaded Trashcans
the party’s over
holes in walls and empty glasses
I wipe away my afterthought
it’s time to pack belongings
it’s time to wave good-bye
The house of the wailing wind
memories deep inside my heart
I lived there for seven years
a lovley flat upstairs
a living room, a bedroom
a kitchen, a place of love
barbecues and birthday parties
carous, hard like Swedish steel
songs and stories about a house
that I must leave behind
The house of the wailing wind
memories deep inside my heart
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Desert Devil
02:47
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Desert Devil
Take me to the desert we feel the heat
I see a well it's dry like the sand
Take me to the desert we lost the way
A sun dial shows us when the devil comes home
Take me to the desert it's the same as hell
Staring in the far waiting by the well
Take me to the desert my lips burn down
A desert ship that leaves me alone
Take me to the desert to the caravan dreams
A glas of water I want to drink
Take me to the desert it burns like fire
And the devil in me and the devil in me
Take me to the desert and free my mind
Sweet young melodies in my ear
Funny fanfares sounding from the hill
the devil in me he wants to kill
I wish I could back to the fields of green
Where the rain falls down from cloudy skies
Where the leaves on the trees shake and whisper
But the devil in me - oh the devil in me
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Desert Devil (naked)
02:54
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Desert Devil
Take me to the desert we feel the heat
I see a well it's dry like the sand
Take me to the desert we lost the way
A sun dial shows us when the devil comes home
Take me to the desert it's the same as hell
Staring in the far waiting by the well
Take me to the desert my lips burn down
A desert ship that leaves me alone
Take me to the desert to the caravan dreams
A glas of water I want to drink
Take me to the desert it burns like fire
And the devil in me and the devil in me
Take me to the desert and free my mind
Sweet young melodies in my ear
Funny fanfares sounding from the hill
the devil in me he wants to kill
I wish I could back to the fields of green
Where the rain falls down from cloudy skies
Where the leaves on the trees shake and whisper
But the devil in me - oh the devil in me
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Overloaded Trashcans
the party’s over
holes in walls and empty glasses
I wipe away my afterthought
it’s time to pack belongings
it’s time to wave good-bye
The house of the wailing wind
memories deep inside my heart
I lived there for seven years
a lovley flat upstairs
a living room, a bedroom
a kitchen, a place of love
barbecues and birthday parties
carous, hard like Swedish steel
songs and stories about a house
that I must leave behind
The house of the wailing wind
memories deep inside my heart
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Dharma Bums Düsseldorf, Germany
Benannt nach dem gleichnamigen Roman von Jack Kerouac haben die Dharma Bums in den neunziger Jahren des letzten Jahrhunderts unzählige Bühnen vom Niederrhein bis Hamburg bespielt. Dabei waren Sie nicht selten als support z.B. für Robert Forster (Go-Betweens), Palace Brothers (Will Oldham) oder den Walkabouts unterwegs. Nach 10 Jahren Pause sind Sie wieder „on the road“. ... more
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