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All Strain is Over
01:48
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Can't you feel a breeze, the thrill of what the hell's gonna go on 'round here
Drivin' down rainy highways alive with never-endin' lonesome yards
Don't let your loony hunger linger for a damn single second more
All strain is over!
Daydreams are simmerin' on the horizon of dumbfoundin' events to come
While chromium-blued mouldings are soaked and eager to shrivel
Slap the radio on and God, may us be damned if we don't mess it all up right now
All strain is over!
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Sometimes I lie
And wonder about
How did I do
Sometimes I hide
Where I won't be found
Where I renew
So how do you feel when you see
Who's going after you?
No bottom line, sometimes
Send flowers from where you go
It's all up to you
It's all unwitnessed and you know
No need to lie
Poor you, you'll never know
How loving you can burn slow
Ravaging everywhere you go
Glamouring like a star
I wonder about
Being that afar
So how do you feel when you seem to tempt
Who's going after you,
Who's going to feed on your contempt?
No need to lie
Poor you, you'll never know
What loving you can undergo
Loving you can burn slow
I see you and all of your stains
I see you and all of your chains
I see you won't learn, you'll never know
I see you won't burn
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Again I sing for who can trace a path or two
Weighing how insidious your wiles they have become
Yet it's not a song for you
Again I'm torn by whom?
Weighing how devious at times you may have gone
No one knows the price on your head
They say many have tried and tried
You are proudly ashamed of yourself
Now close your eyes, it's time to...
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Lametech
02:03
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I crumb the mere shell of a bat
Here it comes, that smell...
When did you hear a roar of satellites?
What if they touched the ground?
Some of the pieces won't be summarized
Some will be then cauterized
Some may cause a little fit
Several can't be cut, so don't try!
Such a lame technology
Can't belong to our time
(Hey, really: why?)
...where did you go?
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Lowerin' sun
I'm like being widowed
Here is one who's mourning
For a word I never breathe
Here is one
I don't wanna be that phobic
Such a bone-idle mess
I don't wanna be that phoney
Such a crab up my ass
Never pry, never know
Never show other than what's gross
Enough for you?
Heck is with you?
Get out of myself
Never want, never will
Ain't enough for one
Too much for two and bound for nowhere
From a spleen of known descent
Never breathe a word right before you mend
Every chair thrown at once
Every spit on proper blends
Neither side of the conversation arrived to compromise
As you knew and condenscended as well, so did tension rise
You can call out for a manhunt
You can call out for a fence
You can call out for a detrimental way to make some sense
But don't you dare ride a wave that gets right beneath the core
He felt stupid and contagious, well
I feel relinquished and grave
You can call out for a fundamental flaw in my demanding rant
But don't you dare fob me off with a spleen of known descent
I don't wanna be that phobic
Such a bone-idle mess
I don't wanna be that phoney, no way
Heck is with you?
Get out of myself
Heck is with you?
Enough for none but for you
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THE SOMNAMBULIST Berlin, Germany
THE SOMNAMBULIST is the project of a fluid international collective of Berlin-based musicians which defies any easy
classification.
In its decade-long existence, the band has released four full-length albums (Moda Borderline, Sophia Verloren Quantum Porn and Hypermnesiac). A brand new EP is set to be released on December 2, 2022 by the band’s own label Slowing Records.
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