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Spanish Castles
02:11
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I found myself in bed
To built myself a home
Out of pillow out of sand
And I am dreaming
Spanish castle made to stay
My past my house the say
Its my favourite place
For vacation
I found myself in charge
To built myself a home
Out of pillow ot ouf sand
And I am drowning
Spanish castle made to stay
My past my house the say
Its my favourite place
For vacation
I found myself in bed
To built myself a home
Out of pillow out of sand
And I am dreaming
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Exploding Libraries
02:52
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It's not so easy, is it?
Seize the hormones of production
Shift the system from emotional to rational
Non-binary string of infinite bits
Seize the numbers in your head sometimes
The math of a clever head, not mine
Free cracks on the crown, I'm fine
Aggressive syntax
I did the math and you should see the results
Strange library's about to explode
Keep track of the crown
Free syntax
Two silhouettes encountering life
They're dividing the line
Full track of the time
Less syntax
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Caught off Track
02:05
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You're dropping names and references
It seems like you want to unsettle me
In a perfect world (you're dropping names)
There is no simple gain in words (and references)
No single tear if i fuck up (unsettle me)
I hope I don't fuck up
Long ago
In a place called you know
I felt your presence
See you soon
After some time spent alone
And in between idk
In a perfect world (you're dropping names)
There is no simple gain in words (and references)
No single tear if i fuck up (unsettle me)
I hope I don't fuck up
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Family Bodies
04:26
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Have you thought 'bout
The steps that I made
The steps I took
I used to overcome
Have you thought about
Leave me that numb
When you stood by the door
The train was almost
Leaving
Almost leaving
How we leave it
Fighting the thought
To know if I am
What I used to be
I would become with you
Chasing the thought
The kinship I hold
Family bodies in these
Streets that I am
Leaving
Almost Leaving
How you leave it
[Appendix]
That one night you laid next to me in bed
Sleeping.
Myself imagining the fight with him
And you neither heard me, nor felt me
The cybernetic glue holding us together
Where did it go?
Taking all my questions with them
Nothing left to ask. But still was I asking.
Were you ever my family?
Would I ever be yours?
How many days will I lay here?
Seeing how my past glimpses towards our future.
I have a sense of you.
And a sense of them.
An internal space of thousand im-materials
Let them be me.
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ende Hamburg, Germany
ende is a queer post-everything duo equipped with digital sound synthesis and a crushing naiveté, which can only be destroyed by the despair that is living this life.
ende recommends:
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everything from vektroid is just so good *.*
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