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sometimes her vacant stare
of a 1000 yards
underlines her loneliness
someone just like you
made me look like a fool
when I wrote a song about it
she's got a perfect disguise
when she closes her eyes
and I can't get into her head
no-one really knows
why you wanted to go
when he had already left
and fire burns inside but still,
you keep on extinguishing it
oh, kindling wasn't fired at will
she seems to know
I need her now, I need her so
and jet flames burn me down real slow
her silhouette gives me the final blow
God has seen the prison camps
her gassed body was all I had in my hands
and seven white doves descended or crashed
as the Saviour cracked and ascended real fast
and He doesn't give a shit about you
'cause he's your most imaginary friend
and I will care a lot about you
'cause I do, in the end I'm your one true friend
I'm the God of typhoid fever,
I'm the God of colon cancer,
I'm the God of fucking things up yeah,
I'm the God, you animal
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where she goes, I don't know
fuck no, to Pasadena
it takes a hell of a time
to get your car in the right spot
but God will get you that far
we have seen him, I mean, on the passenger seat
there was a bearded man who fled the Ku Klux Klan
and from the eastside to the westside He told us enough:
the universe is filled with love but that's just fate
I know the reason why you masturbate
be sure you lock the door or else she will see
that you find pleasure in committing adultery
and she did say she already found another one
pressing her lips to the air and blowing it away
the bearded man made sure she blew it away
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kill the Buddha
01:12
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you’re gonna love it
the scene’s already white out
you’re gonna like it
the same piss-poor college rock
you must’ve feared
they would disappear
wearing the same
Scorpions t-shirt
find love in this drug-infested crowd, I’m out
you’re gonna hate it
lighters are held in the air
you’re gonna fake it
you drink your beer and you don’t care
man, just go
kill the Buddha and just go
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e-missionary
02:00
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in these eyes you see the truth, it’s good
‘cause the only thing that swings is your mood
I’m the priest who will convert the first world
but the only thing that counts is a girl
and that woman will lead me astray
until the day that there’s no other one and I know
she is the only one
in her eyes you see the truth, it’s good
‘cause the beauty of her face is the grace
and the feeling I’ve met her before is wrong
‘cause the only thing that was recorded is this song
and that woman will lead me astray
until the day that there’s no other one and I know
she is the only one
you are all I want
the one thing needful, let’s call it love
and the reason for me to fall
I was hoping I would fall in love
in these eyes you see the truth, it’s good
‘cause the only thing that swings is your mood
I’m the priest who will convert the first world
but the only thing that counts is a girl
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the problem with you is that the world is trouble
and the harder you try it will hit you double
and the working man is a family man
the woman with child knows the end of time
through the wisdom and strength of our Reverend
he opened the Book and he said it might take
a million years to overcome our fears
and we had a cup of tea with the devil instead
and he is an alcoholic but he is good in bed
and the churches were emptied although no-one had come
and it's appalling to see what he did with the nuns
Henry Lee and me, we're just psychopaths
we covered her with gasoline and we lit a match
and the police they came but they had to go
as they recognized a character from the Cosby Show
and Henry Lee and me, are psychopaths you see
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Jesus was my Saviour 'till I found him in his grave
he hadn't resurrected but had started to decay
you gotta love this man, He works in mysterious ways
but the day He left me hangin', I spat the Lord in His face
Muhammad won't be mentioned, only Christians can be mocked
a little bit of irony and you are seriously fucked
you gotta love this man, He works in mysterious ways
but the day He let me down, I spat the Lord in His face
Jesus never brought me any luck
you'd better get yourself a rabbit's foot
Jesus always fails to cheer me up
his gospel choir really makes me blue
Jesus loves me more than I will know
comforting words when I stick a needle in my arm
Jesus is the only way to God
you have to break him in half and drink his blood
and when I go to sleep his wisdom pervades
Jesus Christ, I shouldn't masturbate
and when I get up and I call him in need
Jesus Christ, it's the answering machine
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you think life is hard
well, just breathe in and breathe out
she must have told you to leave
well, take your car and check the gasoline
somebody told me that Eve
kept the fruit from rotting in the tree
and we're mortal thanks to her
you are indifferent
to me and to God
well he might strike you down
and I don't give a fuck
somebody told me that Jesus
did not get the message across
and dying just for us
I might be sad
I can't be sad
I can't be glad
I can't be glad for you
all heavens open up for you
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8. |
O knowledgeable one
01:46
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our Lord could change it into wine
and he could walk on it
he was ahead of his time
when he proclaimed that it
had made him realize
that it will turn into ice
our Saviour and our Lord
do agree this with God:
the people at a loss
did nail him to the cross
unaffected by the deed
he ascended at day 3
the religious people lie
as the little children die
and he died for our sins
and it’s so much better ever since
and then, we’ve fallen ever since
like the devil we have been
to rape the innocent truth
and we don’t have any proof
to drag you into court
exhibit A is lost
and witnesses there were none
there was not a smoking gun
the Oslo confrontation:
men with beards under heavy sedation
God spoke to the men: I won’t leave you alone, I give you inscriptions in stone
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you're in every window, just like my mom said
she said you looked good, whatever's on the mannequin
we're nothing but creatures that express our solitude
we only reach out for people who aren't moved
I get the feeling that you're missing one of your legs
and I'm not really complete but I do psychotherapy
she said the Saviour's back but it isn't happening
I saw the Saviour's back after the Roman whip had cracked
unlike the Ken doll, my eyes are wet
she spreads perfume indoors while The Doorman left
and they dress her up like someone who has lost her head
her expression reminds me of the women on the red carpet
the burning fusilage
he returned and he travelled by air
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now that you and I are together
it should be like this
forever
when the storm keeps us in our house
we will set it on fire
you and I
will be
the last ones
who ate from the apple
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The Doorman Dordrecht, Netherlands
Homerecorded lo-fi ballads, indie rock and other audio experiments. Influenced by GbV, Sebadoh, Sentridoh, Songs:Ohia and Aphex Twin!
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