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sixteen
4 - 8 track homerecordings on CD.
recorded
at häusl-productions by fredl, mixed by ollmann. package
made of 2mm St52-3 plates (rivetet with a hinge) at papa's garage. 1500
pieces. rust, iron's worst
enemy, originates by the effect of wet air onto the metal.
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each
time faster than a mountain is
influenced by a show of otomo yoshihide i saw at incredible schlachthof
wels and oma who
found fault the absence of an accordion on the first
bulbul record. |
••••>______records_
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do
da limbo ya.
hope ya. hope you're some bore. and love a stereo hum, aha. we roll, we
crawl, we jump and we fall. our love a stereo hum, oho. ooooh don't stop
playin we're still proud and billywilly frightning. aaaah we roll we must
disturb limbo. |
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living
in a busstop
well
here's my brother steve living in a busstop. his balls start strumming
round here living in a busstop. i'm a stunner better gonna stay here
living in a busstop. and my love gave
it all away
living in a busstop. uh
uh. there
he strolls with his great aunt living
in a busstop. his girl is making new babes living in a busstop. his neighbours
they are all there living in a busstop. he let us bother dave living in
a busstop. his father stays a week living in a busstop. |
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the
russians gold o
amore your eyes o that eyes so tired. o more ah. o amore this eyes got hard
lulu. send me a light of the
taiga and go out tonight. and go out tonight. and tell me where's the russians
gold. ye do this tonight. lend me a pistol - think of when they arrive.
get me a pistol ace. a pistol ace to go in the rain. o
amore your eyes o that eyes so tired. o more ah. o amor |
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the
lack of the key huh
you're super dishy. the first of the key. plastic model. you last of the
servants. hanging down on the accident 1 more. my trip to the bottom you
lack of the key. mustang
mustangs you sons of the beauteous dawn. you are the sweetest things but
empty like butter. i'm singing all night long the songs of better bouts.
lick
up the butter and stick along stick along. most are gonna stop. don't stop
no more. |
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electric
same
sequencing as on "the mole...", saw and scissor samples replaced
by artificial piano and swoosh-sounds. |
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oh
yes |
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hey
you are you going or what silently
featuring the
nasenlied |
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long
wong y melody
in the background is the same as on "it's not you..." on bulbul
blume record. |
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i
know i come a cropper when i see elvis i'm
the man of my dreams. i know my phone-#. i know it all by heart, oh yes
and more: know my babe's phone number, her front-side and back too (our
love is like magma-sheen). i know i know a book and i know a book. i know
i come a cropper when i see elvis. hoho. hohoho. hohoho. |
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wish
you were my glove gloves
are easy, loves are not easy. wish you were my glove. karl maria falstaff
kilian (aka fm zombiemaus) playes the bassoon. |
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potatoe
race |
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horses
in a never take a nerv |
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the
mole always works at home |
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it's
nothing but you and not your bike |
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sailors
don't need no umbrella wau
miau i gonna take a boat-trip & i won't pay the hire in advance. gonna
take a vacuum bottle full of tea with me and a butterbread and i will sing
but not dance. wau i talk with the flea with the water i'll know what it's
like to be a lumb...heavy swell.. and i pull a good oar.
aquarius
came along and tried to put a foot in my boat. he acted real stupid, wobbled
and shook and told me this was his business. aquarius without knocking visited
me in my rowboat: "if you shit on my nose i love you nevertheless"
he spoke and wobbled like a monster. |
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