1. |
intro
02:29
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2. |
windwitch
04:29
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Windwitch
(Linja Meller)
A princess from the northern lands
moved to the Sahara.
She was dressed in white gownes
and wore mascara.
She fell in love with two bright guys,
one was brave and one was nice,
And as a maiden she could not decide
so she took both and started to hide.
She’s a windwitch
runnin’, runnin’, runnin’ for her failure,
a wise bitch
laughin’, laughin’, laughin’ with the devil,
you can see her
when silence is as pure as truth,
phantasia
has sent her their last wolf.
The desert had two fine winds
with different directions.
Every wind led her letters
to a different attraction.
The one wind that blew in the night
led the love to the other side
than the one that blew day by day
love letters the other way.
The desert sun
makes her run
for the wrong letter
although it would not matter.
Our princess she used to be
the center of attention,
an actress who wanted to be
long time mentioned.
But her perfect magic lady life
turned one day to the other side:
Her nose grew long her hair got thin
and then she started drinking gin.
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3. |
hedgehog
03:59
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Hedgehog
(Linja Meller)
One night I found a mirror
and decided to change my head,
so I took my mothers
and put on my neck instead.
But then I had to realize
that people didn’t recognize,
they just turned into slimy snails
and I was the hedgehog
I’m gonna kill my parents,
they stole my personality,
cause every time I smile
people say “like mummy”.
I returned to my old face
and left home for a holy place
I gave my heart to a higher man,
the comeback of the camel
All the creatures of my heart,
the golden dragons, tiny monsters,
I get to know them part by part,
I’ll find my roots of Eve.
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4. |
last cafe
04:20
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Last Café
(Linja Meller)
mr john he made his last stepswalking on the bridge upon the platform
which was built especially for people who feel they need to fly and to die
he was a poet star a broken will
a man who pays his sons to kill
a farmer who has sold his soul
a preacher with a heart of gold
and on his right
a sign did say
downstair’s the way
to the last café
climbing down the staircase he fluently forgot about his decision
with the squieking of the door the room presented him a strange vision:
there sat leisure’s son,
delightness’ mum
satisfaction did say:
”this is the last café!
you want to flee, fly like a dragonfly,
no like smiling toy kicked out of use,
a coward sloth too lazy to see
that this bad fate is the fate of thee,
you want to flee, fly like a dragonfly...”
mr john he drank his coffee negotiating merrily with the devil,
then he waved his hand to leave sad ‘thank you’ to the allegories.
he went back his way
out of the last café
up on the plattform
it was the end of his day
and then he fled flew like a dragon fly
no like a smiling toy kicked out of use
he tumbled down through screaming athmospheres
the natures indifference made the water freece
and when mr john he met the ground
he stood up and looked around
might the devil bless his soul
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5. |
mole
03:56
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mole
(Linja Meller)
I’ll tell you the story of the old vagabond
rummaging paths through the dirty old ground
his eyes they were lazy
the whole day was night
too narrow, got crazy
but too weak to fight
but a long time ago he had forgotten what he now was looking for
our vagabond climbed up all ridiculous hills
searching the horizon and the light that fills
his dreams that he tried
to catch, but in vain
cause the length of his sight
was the devil to tame
and the vagabond he sight and his tears filled the bottle of disillusion
our vagabond failed
failure was his tool
a mole’s eyes are blind
the horizon is in his soul
one day our mole, he stopped to dig
and his finale mole hill was his mole mound
in his last few breaths, the solution was found
you could never see with the eyes on the ground
so cry for the mole an epitaph
look up and laugh
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6. |
pirates
06:10
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Pirates
(Linja Meller)
Had lost my mind and ghost
who told me how to work it out alone.
We are the pirates of the ocean without gold,
are the sheep who are waiting for the wolf.
Mona Lisa had to stop to smile,
sense is dead yes he had to die.
He has found his last laughter
an idea kind of humorous.
We are the pirates of the ocean without gold,
are the sheep who are waiting for the wolf.
Mona Lisa had to stop to smile,
sense is dead yes he had to die.
We are the pirates but the treasure had been found,
shillings lying worthless on the ground.
My canary is happier than me,
life is hard from on the age of thee
She has sung a doleful song
but the raven ate it all alone.
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7. |
ant
03:12
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ant
(Linja Meller)
if I could save my time in a bottle babe
I would let it be there and go
through the doors of perception in the arms of granny
I would die for my lands of enlightenment and go
forget all those hopes all those dreams for a miracle
be happy when you feel an ant bite your nose
if I could return to the end of the utero
I would paint my whole flat red
just for the lovely kick of my friends eyes in red I would
laugh like suns in the morning, I would paint.
if I could learn to fly for ten shillings babe
I would reconstruct Icarus’ dream
buy one thousand candles and cut a young tree
fall down with the feeling of honey on my lips
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8. |
samba
05:33
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Samba
(Linja Meller)
Came home at night, dmdldldm,
I was sure behind me was someone
telling me that it’s a heresy
that I’d never be in doubt.
I followed him up on the balcony,
where he reminded me that I was thee.
So I was taken through, through to the other side,
the other side of me.
A coarse rusty steal claw
screwed my face 180 degrees.
I saw me myself in a jar
tryin’ to catch my ass, so me.
I’m breaking down on my revelation…
I got aware of me, of me in agony
to find you me – ääh – thee,
but turnin’ turnin’ turnin’ like a cat
to catch the tail in front of my head.
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9. |
kaktus
05:09
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Kaktus
(Linja Meller)
Das ist die Geschichte
von einem grünen Strauch
mit einer Blüte und Stacheln auch.
Er sitzt jeden Tag am Fensterbrett
und lechzt dem Igel die Stacheln weg.
Herr Konfuzius Stacheldrusus
will halt auch zum Gartenzyklus,
will leben, graben, Köpfe tauschen,
in einer Weinflasche durch Flüsse rauschen.
Aber er kann nicht…
Da kommt eines Tages eine Hexe vorbei,
sie ist furchtbar schaurig schön
und weiß allerlei.
Sie ist eine Million Leben
durch die Wüste gewetzt,
doch wer mit dem Teufel lacht,
der lacht zuletzt.
Sie sagt stirb bevor du weinst
oder spring bevor du greinst.
Der Wind wäscht dir die Seele rein,
der Vagabund schnitzt dir ein Bein.
Und er springt
zum Fenster raus,
todesmutig und brutal,
schreit stirb bevor du flennst
oder spring bevor du brennst,
und sein Leben ist nicht mehr normal!
Konfuzius ist unten
komplett zerschellt.
Sein Samen war das Leben,
sein Stachel war die Welt.
Jeder Brösel seines Körpers
war nun frei wie ein Vogel.
Sie fügten sich zusammen,
er war individuell.
Herr Konfuzius Stacheldrusus
ist jetzt auch beim Gartenzyklus,
tut leben, lernen, leiden, lachen,
mit der Igelin Liebe machen.
Und er singt
an lauen Sommerabenden,
ganz leise, innig und banal,
singt stirb bevor weinst
oder spring bevor du greinst,
denn sein Leben ist phänomenal!!!
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10. |
outro
01:27
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Blushing Melons Innsbruck, Austria
Blushing Melons is an Austrian folk rock band that has recorded five studio albums and toured throughout Europe. They have been creating their own music for almost twenty years, their latest album entitled "Lay me down gently" (2022) presents the band as a collective consistent in their style, somewhere between folk and rock. ... more
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