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01 black wings
02:57
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02 Down the river Styx
03:20
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The wind and the cry of the souls circle your head.
View of black watery grave is all you can see.
Every time when you're looking at Sharon rowing his dark boat,
You're hoping to see me arrive to be at your side.
The Hope that some day I'll arrive is all that you got,
A promise I made at the lab to be at your side.
A day will come soon when you see me boarding on his boat
Down the river Styx we'll finally meet.
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03 dry bone song
04:10
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04 Ethel the gimp
04:06
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Ethel the gimp
When Ethel was four she fell on her hip
She broke it really bed and since got a limp
With the rest of her class
She just could not dance
So they called her Ethel the gimp.
In high school and college she was always gloom
With no one to love she stuck to her room
"I am such a freak, & my life is so bad
With no one to love, I wish I was dead"
"If you known all the pain you're inflicting on me
You'd send me some help, or just set me free"
She could not just stand there and wait for her fate
So instead she have stormed out and started to date.
The men she could date were low life at best
She still got a limp and was getting really stressed
Depression have made her act even worse
So she took out some poison to put in her purse.
But a gypsy she know have given her hope
A man that would love her and just help her cope
With the limp and the stress and life which is hard
So say the all the stars her hand and the cards
"You make me so happy, so never we part
I'll give you my soul, and I'll give you my heart!"
She felt so relived and she just could not wait
But one time her lover was terribly late.
She know he have found his own perfect girl
The poison is winking and shines like a pearl
When finally he got there she was already dead
In his right hand a box with a ring that he maid…
Now Ethel is free from the pain and defeat
If only it took him less time to complete
A ring of his love from her legs just to sweep
To mend his dear Ethel the gimp
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05 green tea
05:40
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Green tea
The fumes from my drink
Are lethally nauseous
The liquid I sip
Is sickenly green
But the people who walk here
They will never stop me
They think I am drinking green tea.
Every drop that I sip
Gives me pain and relief
But my coughing alerts the crowd
If they could imagine
How bed is my pain
It wasn't too late
And I wouldn't be dead.
Could you imagine my pain and my suffer
What could have drove me to this
But people in general
Are dry, dull and boring
They could not convince me to live
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6. |
06 I'm alredy dead
02:39
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I am already dead
Today I have found
That I'm already dead
I walked to the ground
Were I'm buried
And there on the tombstone
Flashing my name
So it's true I'm probably dead.
What do you do
When you find out it's true
You are dead
And your parents are liars
You look at the sky
And hoping to die,
But in vain, you're already dead.
What are flowers for
If not to put on your tombstone
What are wrist veins for
If not to put out your light
And give you relief
So what can you do
To make peace with yourself
To make sure and to tie all the loose ends
You lock all the doors
And slit your own wrist
And at least you are really dead
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