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ddkern,
derhunt, fredl |
recordings
by ddkern except rosl33 recorded by ollmann and fucked up by bulbul.
unwillingliy mastered by ismirschlecht at the castle |
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transparent
double 5" vinyl in a cardboard - package with rosl-portrait
drawn by sparky dennis
ultra
eczema tyfus.
(498)
bicycle-cat
jochen summer told us to do those four lovesongs about rosl. every winter
the rock
is hell records
-chief is doing a mallorca-training where he rides the bike for 7 hours
a day letting the sun burn odd ideas of how to get music onto plastic
into his brain.
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rosl
scheiss au rosl
is watching the news. a picture of a seagull covered with oil.
gull full of
oil. auwe!
weh, wehe. gully, gully: i don't need red fat buzzbomb. that versenken taugt
ma net. sog was soll der buzzbomb lärm. gogo goh gog gull gull. next
word up to gull: your lärm geht ma net ab. gefahr: neighbourhood, ah
yeyea. the bird is your neighbourdoll. can't buy and love her. can't buy
a living doll. |
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rocket
rosl
i took the world to swap it for rosie. do you think that's easy, rosl? put
it in your letterbox. come to me, move over, rosie! you think i'm a rocket,
rosi, better think i'll rock it, rosl, i'm stunning, rocking ahuhuu - like
animal. huaah oiea huu huhu ahu aha. then she
headed down in her rose ass & i heard a knocking: it's rosie! &
i am your rocket, oh rosl, ah that's for sure. |
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geh
scheiss au, rosl rosl
jumped into her own ass.
it's dark. she is alone and afraid. rosl thinks to herself: "well
come on, fuck it rosl" |
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rosl
33 crucifixion
of rosl. hands
nails legs lips blood sand vertigo sand. take me, buy a little lick, son.
a big blastic-tac babm lip-bam. crack it, buy it or let it live on or let
your lip make money, a loose luck run it. |
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