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Basic Human Behavior
04:32
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Awake, awake, awake, awaking, awaking, awaking
Blink, blink, blink, blinking, blinking, blinking
Weep, weep, weep, weeping, weeping, weeping
Sigh, sigh, sigh, sighing, sighing, sighing
Wash, wash, wash, washing, washing washing
Dress, dress, dress, dressing, dressing, dressing
Eat, eat, eat, eating, eating, eating
Drink, drink, drink, drinking, drinking, drinking
Do you copy?
Can you confirm?
Do you perceive?
Do you accept?
Do you copy?
Can you confirm?
Do you perceive?
Do you accept?
Ride, ride, ride, riding, riding, riding
Walk, walk, walk, walking, walking, walking
Talk, talk, talk, talking, talking, talking
Nod, nod, nod, nodding, nodding, nodding
Shake, shake, shake, shaking, shaking, shaking
Shiver, shiver, shiver, shivering, shivering, shivering
Weep, weep, weep, weeping, weeping, weeping
Sleep, sleep, sleep, sleeping, sleeping, sleeping
Do you copy?
Can you confirm?
Do you perceive?
Do you accept?
Basic human behaviour
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Behold, I'm naggin'.
My ears are a temple
where none of you shall come to pray
My only sermon for you
is to get outta this place
I really don't want you to stay
My brain hurts
and my heels ache like hell
My eyes are dry and sore
Your feelings are wounded
but my funny bones are broken.
I don't want to dance anymore.
Stop your waggly character dance
Stop this fake
and stop those flimsy excuses
Strip off your skin
and present your reptilian self
and also stop the mental abuses
Stop babbling
that it's all about music
and about geniality made of sound.
If you want to dance
to this dreariness
do the Billy Idol and turn around.
It's just raining shit
not even blood anymore
but fortunately I've got an open umbrella.
It's called dignity
without motion and sound,
at the very most, acapella.
I don't want to dance
I don't want to dance anymore
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3. |
Style And Class
04:22
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How do different climates affect your skin and hair?
How do different crises affect your holiday love affair?
How do different currencies spread by word of mouth?
How do you navigate if everything is going south?
Your skin feels different now
What will different counselors do for minimum wage?
How do different juveniles deal with premature rage?
What if new religions develop with the speed of light?
And why does everybody insists on basic human rights?
Your hair feels different now
Your guilt should feel vibrant, elastic and supple.
And your conscience should feel soft with elegance and gloss.
Your responsibility should smell airy and fragile and sweet.
And your dishonesty should express trendiness and class
Heroes, brutes and minions fight exiting wars
whilst you linger with your lover in luxurious cocktail bars.
Everything is functional as if build by magical hands
Press some buttons, beat the press, get rid of this shocking truthfulness.
Your perfume smells different now
The doors are shut, the gates are closed. Wired is the shore.
Hundred thousand bodies rot on the ocean floor
They start to float, you scream like a goat and everything's on fire
They start to float, you scream like a goat and everything's on fire
Your suit looks different now
Your guilt should feel vibrant, elastic and supple.
And your conscience should feel soft with elegance and gloss.
Your responsibility should smell airy and fragile and sweet.
And your dishonesty should express trendiness and class
But your guilt still feels vibrant, elastic and supple.
Your conscience feels soft with elegance and gloss.
Irresponsibility smells airy and fragile and sweet.
And your dishonesty expresses trendiness and class.
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Huffduff Hamburg, Germany
Huffduff is an apparatus. It loves frequencies. They come in waves, build a triangle around the listeners and flood their ears with obscured noise. Some call it noiserock, some call it postpunk. The apparatus does not care, it works with Durian Gray (ENIAC), Mr. Fust (VENUS VEGAS, DISHWATER, FRÖBE), V. Sputnikova (SOON LI), Abacha Tunde Jr. (SOLEMN LEAGUE, KURHAUS, HONIGBOMBER, FUN TOTAL). ... more
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