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1. |
Black
03:24
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Destroying symphonies
Betraying harmonies
It is a part of me
It is a part of me
If I could ever ever make the strings unwind
I’d bend the silence
Through the night
Through the night
When the mind turns bright and dies down
All my screams turn
Black, black
Shoot, shoot
Shoot in your head
Rejecting company
Repeating strategys
It is a part of me
It is a part of me
For every word that went too far into my way
I pinch pins deep into my flesh
Squeezing out
Hollowness
When the mind turns bright and dies down
All my screams turn
Black, black
Shoot, Shoot
Shoot in your head
With ghost notes in my coat and hope all choked
Insignificance is humming rope
Through the night
Through the night
The innocence is over
The heart still hums
Angel hyms rising
The beat is gone
Hearts are wrong
Hearts are wrong
Breaths falling silent
The black heart lingers on
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2. |
Travel
03:14
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Travel with your ghost
On a lonesome street
Cry for something new
Cry for fire
In fingers and moves
Winter’s turning into autumn
Hey hey my cells will be free free from rules
There’s a plant in your head that gets no water
Cause they they they throw stones in your earholes
Travel with your ghost
On a tired street
Cry for something new
Cry for fire
In fingers and moves
Winter’s turning into autumn
I killed the bear to have a company
And the ghost it luckily swallowed me
Into a wagon with broken wheels
Embrace all that you fear
Travel with your ghost
On a tired street
Cry for something new
Cry for fire
In fingers and moves
Winter’s turning into autumn
We’re swimming in noise oceans
I can’t help my notion
I have to walk with
Have to walk with
Have to walk
With my ghost
With my ghost
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3. |
The Trees
05:04
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There was nobody
In the trees where you left me
Coated in morning dew
I strangled and stretched
Pelting mountains
And I wonder, I wonder, I wonder
Do you feel good now
For the first time in your life
You could love anybody instead of me
It’s a stupid accident
I could love anybody instead of you
I don’t believe in love
And that’s my cure
There was nobody
In the trees where you left me
Bound in golden phantoms
That flatter
And replace you
Underneath the moon
I was breaking the beauty
I started to distrust it
Growing leg hair, drinking my period blood
Go under, go under, go under
From the cradle to the casket
Love tortures you
I could fuck anybody
Instead of me
Under the trees
I don’t believe in love
And that’s my cure
I’m a free walrus again
Floating on the ice flow
Captain of the universe
That you build
And I constantly
Destroy
Burn the forests down
Burn the forests down
Burn the forests down
Burn
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4. |
Failure
03:24
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My heart
It is swimming in the glass
You drained
The second I wait for
Never comes around
In my room at night
Breathing air
Is what I like
Is what i like
I’ve overcome my fear
I sang straight into your ear
Let me, let me, let me
Let me be your home
All you need, All you need
I am a failure
Always underwater
Falling in love with strangers
Never arriving
Never arriving
I’ve overcome my fear
I sang straight into your ear
Let me, let me, let me
Let me be your home
All you need, All you need
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5. |
Thanks For Your Tip
05:21
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Thanks for your tip
But scratching my wounds doesn’t feel good
Turn pages back and erase them
A head so empty
I know what you feel
I like the way you spit out words
I like the room sizzling through your mind
Roses and amonia
And they way our heads
Droop like lilacs
Your eyes
Are stars
In my dark mind
Try to balance my brain
But the days are meteorites
I need
Slow motion
I fast forward and I die
It bores my mind
Thanks for your tip
But I forgot to forget
Don’t forget to forget
Frantic thoughts come back
A head overflowing
And I want to forgot
I want to forget
But they keep coming back
They keep coming back
I like the way you don’t know the names
I like the way you black out your mind
Roses and amonia
And they way our heads
Droop like lilacs
Your eyes
Are stars
In my dark mind
Try to balance my brain
But the days are meteorites
I need
Slow motion
I fast forward and I die
It bores my mind
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6. |
Try
04:14
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Try
Don’t ever try
To change your life
Stick to your sleepy heart
Leave them
Leave them all behind
Don’t change your ways
Don’t change your life
Try
Don’t ever try
To change your life
Stick to your rusty heart
Let them have their insights
Don’t change your ways
Don’t change your life
Try
Don’t ever try
To change your life
Stick to your sleepy heart
Leave them
Leave them all behind
Don’t change your ways
Don’t change your life
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7. |
Winterbones
03:59
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Winterbones
Frozen bones
Break the ice
Nowhere
Nowhere
Is my home
Crashes and crannies are cold
Pillows and candles are cold
Crashes and crannies are cold
Pillows and candles are cold
We are not what we want to be
Wearenotwhatwewanttobe
Light creatures
Freeze to the bones
Hands crippled to stone
Breaking the core
Stroke it off my shoes
Crashes and crannies are cold
Pillows and candles are cold
Crashes and crannies are cold
Pillows and candles are cold
We are not what we want to be
Wearenotwhatwewanttobe
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8. |
The Lines
02:08
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I can read between the lines
You hate yourself all the time
Do nothing all day long
Do nothing all my life
Do nothing go on and on
It’s a short life
Hi, I’m gone
I can read between the lines
I rewrite my words never on time
Do nothing all day long
Do nothing all my life
Do nothing go on and on
It’s a short life
Hi, I’m gone
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9. |
If I Were A Woman
03:28
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I’d touch myself where the raindrops miss
If I were a woman
If I were a full moon night
I’d drop my strawberry juice forever on your face
There are two lines
Floating down
And these two lines
Will never meet at
Any time
All I know is that I
Wish I was a walrus
A Walrus
I meet myself in a photograph
Like I was a prophet
With a balloon next to my mouth
It says: When i grow up I wanna be a backstreet boy
There is a thin line
A tightrope walk
And this thin line
Will always cut your feet
All I know is that I
Wish I was a walrus
A Walrus
Nearly puking all the lonely
days out
Yes I do hate
Everything around me
Yes I do hate
Everything around me
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10. |
Sad Side Of The Tongue
06:12
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On the sad side of the tongue
I feel nothing but numb
On the sad side of the tongue
I feel nothing but numb
Factory of tears
Factory of fears
Lay with me
Loose your fear
Lay with me
Breathe your tears
On the lazy side of the moon
We slip into foreign shoes
Walking on forgotten lakes
With no cause to be awake
Factory of tears
Factory of fears
Lay with me
Loose your fear
Lay with me
Breathe your tears
On the sad side of the tongue
I feel nothing but numb
On the sad side of the tongue
I feel nothing but numb
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11. |
Freight Train
04:07
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Freight Train Freight Train
Run so fast
Freight Train Freight Train
Run so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
So they won’t know what route I’m on
When I’m dead
And in my grave
No more good times
Here I crave
Place the stones
At my head and feet
Tell them all
I’ve gone to sleep
When I die
Lord, bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut Street
There I can hear old Number nine
As she comes on rolling by
Freight Train Freight Train
Run so fast
Freight Train Freight Train
Run so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
So they won’t know what route I’ve gone
Freight Train Freight Train
Run so fast
Freight Train Freight Train
Run so fast
Please don’t tell what train I’m on
So they won’t know what route I’m on
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12. |
Any Trays
03:57
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Are there any trays of consciousness left
In my holy brain
Are there any trays of consciousness left
In my holy brain
Any trays
Crawl up in holes
Hide what I know
Feelings that are there
I don’t care
What I’ve seen
Some unbearable things
Smiling at your grin
Piling self-hate within
Are there any trays of consciousness left
In my holy brain
Are there any trays of consciousness left
In my holy brain
Any trays
The laughter on the plate
The thunder of a fake
Gulp down and cry
For more beautiful crimes
Are there any trays of consciousness left
In my holy brain
Are there any trays of consciousness left
In my holy brain
Any trays
From one illusion to the next one
Lalalalala
From one illusion to the next one
Lalalalala
It doesn’t really matter what you do
Your illusions they feed you
It doesn’t really matter what you do
Your illusions they eat you
It doesn’t really matter what you do
Your illusion they need you
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Jolly Goods Berlin, Germany
Jolly Goods are the sisters Tanno Pippi and Angy Lord info@jollygoods.net
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