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Decorations
02:05
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the fake cross on the bridge has burned away
it was made of paper, it was yesterday
the leaves fell down like an empty sack
above the city is a blizzard from a different place
the great festival of barefoot ideas
sow the grain – and then collect the cane
for sugar in tea, pay with your head
you'll get your salt in a foreign land
a lingering howl – a cheerful bark
deep in the background burning grass
my account book is my face
alarm is ringing – go to bed
the stubborn watchman looks ahead
dispelling thoughts of his angry wife.
clanking keys to primeval woods
a cheerful demon rubs the glass
look from the balcony – you'll see the bridge
close your eyes and you'll see the cross
rip off the wig and you'll smell the smoke
remember, cardboard is burning again
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2. |
Riga Song
02:07
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and you throw all your words into my ice hole
you throw all your knives at my doorframe
your peas, throw at my walls by the handful
your grains are in the soil, long contaminated
on broken bushes there are scraps of flags
on smashed street lights there are strands of nooses
on discolored eyes, dull and murky glasses
on frostbitten ground there are white pebbles
throw your pearls before an upturned snout
throw out empty wallets on the highway
throw coins into the striped caps of beggars
and your songs, into the yawning abyss
in my corner there are dried bread and roaches
in my hole there are vivid colors and a voice
in my blood, sand and mud mix to sludges
and on the mattress, the latest-final handprint
and outside the doors theyre digging holes for saplings
little kids are shooting cats with their slingshots
the cats are screaming at the top of their lungs
the cats are falling into empty well holes
and you throw all your words into my ice hole
you throw all your knives at my doorframe
your peas, throw at my walls by the handful
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3. |
Special Reason
03:03
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SPECIAL REASON
across the twisted lips
moles parting their eyelids
the sprout's mistake is conspicuous
across the myopic eyes
disbelieving dumb cries
crawls the conveyor of grit
until the hand remembers
trembling knuckles at temples
and calls the slanted board
and I am at the door peeping
under the heel of the ceiling
--
at the entrance an egg
or an abrupt word was said
i'm turning my face toward it
a nightmare jerks out of the dream
a newborn freemason sings
chanting in unison with me
a winged wind far afield
has scorched the peaks of the rocks
and here caresses the lawn
there's a special reason
there's a special division
there's a special regimen
there's a special reason
–
the convoy that penetrates the cracks
will seal the windows with grass
and we'll be led to the slaughter
the hero will cross himself
step up the sprawling line
let's go, fight for the homeland
and evil enemies will die
who hasn't put on their boots?
Who hasnt told themself goodbye?
Who haven't yet killed themselves?
all will be led to the slaughter
that's why the special bureau
and the special schedule
there's a special reason
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ALONG TRAMCAR RAILWAYS
And we'll go together, take a walk along the tramcar railways
sit on the pipe at the start of the circular road
our warm wind will be black smoke from the factory pipes
our guiding star will be the yellow dish of a traffic light
if we succeed we wont be back in the cage until nightfall
we must be able in 2 seconds to bury ourselves in the ground
to stay still lying there when the gray machines are driving above us
taking with them all of those who never learned nor wanted to wallow in the mud
if we make good time, we'll continue our way crawling along the cross-ties
you'll see the sky, I will see the earth on your soles
we'll need to burn our clothes in the oven if we come back home
if we're not met on the doorstep by the blue-oo-oo caps
if they're waiting, you keep quiet, that we walked along the tramcar railways
it's the first sign of a tendency for crime or schizophrenia
and from his portrait, Iron Felix smiles down upon us
it will last immensely long, it will be exceedingly fair
punishment for the fact that we walked along the tramcar railways
a fair punishment for taking a walk along the tramcar railways
we'll be killed for the fact that we walked along the tramcar railways
we'll be killed for the fact that you and I walked the tramcar railways
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5. |
From a Massive Mind
04:28
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FROM A MASSIVE MIND
from a massive mind, just a bag, yeah, and prison
from a daring head just ditches and trenches
from the beautiful souls, only scabs and lice
from universal love, only muzzles in blood
in a sheet on the wind, by the dew in the morning
from fruitless ideas to incorporeal guests
from laid tables to hole-punched heads
from locked doors to entombed animals
parallel to the path the black sputnik is flying
it will comfort, & save, it will deliver us peace
under the rough (scabrous) wing of night, at the round table
a red-white placard: “hey, crank up the scooter!”
gather round, folks, for a pointless convergence
for a world council, how to arrange our delirium Um um um
wedge your will into an idiot land
just sit down, shut up yeah and bang on the table
from a massive mind, just a bag yeah and prison
from a daring head just ditches and trenches
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6. |
My Sorrow is Bright
00:51
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MY SORROW IS BRIGHT
I keep repeating ten times over and over
Nobody knows how fucking bad I feel
And the TV's hanging down from the ceiling
And how fucking bad I feel, nobody knows
All this before is so fucked up and boring
I want to start it all over again
My verse is too sad, I need to do it over
And I repeat-- how fucking bad I feel
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7. |
I Get Bitchier
02:27
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I GET BITCHIER
i'm growing bitchier and bitchier with every laugh
with every night, with every glass i'm drinking
i'm nailing up the door and then releasing all the vicious starving dogs
off their chains to freedom
there's nowhere to go and we're left with only these
broken kneecaps
I get bitchier with every passing instant
i'm learning to be an extension of the iron barrel
starting with the butt against the shoulder
sit, if you want / to, come and take a seat beside me on the bench and
have a smoke, stare at the ground
there's nowhere to go and we're left with only these
muddy roads
i get bitchier with every single footstep
i'm growing bitchier and bitchier with each policeman's cap
and with each mink fur hat that I see
in this place, no war ever ends, and no spring will ever begin, and
no childhood can continue
there's nowhere to go and we're left with only these
dreams and chattering
i'm growing bitchier with every passing instant
I'm growing bitchier with every single footstep
i'm growing bitchier with every passing hour
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8. |
Song About Spiders
01:46
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SONG ABOUT SPIDERS
spiders in a jar
look beyond the walls
through eyes of now-dead dragonflies
running in circles
and then slipping at the edge
spiders in a jar
searching around for holes
devouring each other trying
to scramble up to the top
in the mouth, crushed glass
spiders in a jar
wanted to survive
through the stretch of emptiness/ (segment/section of the void)
to see the sunlight
(they grabbed the fly by the wing) *silent
spiders in a jar
looked into the sky
it's half an hour til the end
almost half the strength
and our time has now expired
spiders in a jar
float downwind to eternity (eternity downwind)
and our time is now expired
spiders in a jar
our time has now expired
spiders in a jar
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Blotchouts California
No Wave Punk project started in 2016 and variably based in California, Alabama, and Louisiana. Recordings are primarily Yanka Glowniss (she/her) on all instruments with occasional collaborators. Live lineups vary and rarely repeat. Yanka is also a member of Ginchy Gayjacket & the Flushable Wipes, ICBM, Two Crones, and Scrapies. Pre-2015 related music can be found at the Albacore Records bandcamp. ... more
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