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xrfarflight - spacecramp
03:44
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under the spell of the cyclops' view
while all those engines turn me on
it feels like wasted opportunities
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on the run we turn around
without a move, without a sound
boy - we want to escape from here
on our way we're looking back
we fear the views in our necks
boy - we want to - we want to escape from here
so lower your aching eyes
prepare yourself for sudden sunrise
in a porcellain cup
in a same-time-springs-&-falls
it's us producing dust
by listening to those who say you must
protect the outer rim
what a state of life-lies-maintainance
that change from day to day to day...
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xrfarflight - drip
03:53
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in this barcode is all that i am
it just makes sense if someone takes you for a scan
i'm formed by the tin i'm in & wasting time
i was headless by shifting around
i rammed a corner with an awful sound
my tin can got a leak & set me free
all along the malls / cast in controls
i leave the path you want me to go
no way back, i'm useless for you
i don't want to make this my war
i don't want to fight in your war
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xrfarflight - ditchwater
02:51
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maybe our love slipped
'cause it was dressed in clothing that didn't really fit
could be it fell down
because it stood on one single leg for too long
or it dropped over 'cause it stood still at all
now our dressing doll
crouched-down & quietly weeping under the window-sill
doesn't dare to rise
& take a peek outside into the open wide
high from our ivory tower that we once made our home
a low-pressure area drifting in (under) our calvaria(s) - out of the overcasted skies
the raindrops shivering meet in a river - then they drip out of our eyes
to build the ditch
all around our home
but at the bottom (did you know?) we call a drawbridge our own
c'mon let's leave behind
our sanity, our minds in a small blue jug of clay
let's go astray in the untouched blooming circles of our hearts
let's step out of our castle in front of the walls - our love awaits us there
we can cut the navel-string to our tower - no more we have to care
let's wake the memory that reminds you & me of the lost chords in our souls
we can spread into each direction we need knowing we won't lose ourselves
that's what it's like...
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xrfarflight - sun/moon
03:22
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we walked all the distance without any clue
what to find behind the blue
we started walking while the sun had kissed the moon
what to find behind the blue
leads us nowhere
but we still care
trying to disturb
that nothing at last can be done
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embryo & janitor
03:31
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in the locked up secret furthest room behind all other rooms
amid the cave of my skull in silent solitude
hovers motionless & cold a small white embryo
& the blackness surrounds it like a 3-dimensional halo
i pity the poor janitor
the self-appointed manager
who deafened dazzled screaming slurring goes astray
in all the flickering flashing whirring crashing buzzing other rooms
he's searching for control
he's searching for i don't know what he's searching for
but every now & then
with the evening stranding
he unlocks the secret furthest room, gets in
& sits down in front of the embryo to see if it may move
but the embryo don't move
they're waiting for i don't know what they're waiting for
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xrfarflight - satellite
03:12
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i walk in curves to find my way
on a street that just leads you straight
the walls beside are cold & grey
endlessly they are saving me
sweeping satellite made its job
pavement is clean, there's just nothing to rob
bleep satellite send me sounds
staring through walls, let things in, let things out
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xrfarflight - insects
02:40
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if i did this on my knees
what really could be done
if i did this on my nerves
could it be better
filled up with matter
of facts
i try to lift my lid a bit
with sleep in my eyes
let me be let me be
they roll things over me
to write the story well
i didn't want to tell
we're moving like insects
like nobody likes it
awaiting the thunder
like immoveable lightnings
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xrfarflight - bluebottle
01:36
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this is an instrumental :-)
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a fat, ill-tempered baby
sittin' in it's rompers
surrounded by a sea of flowers
incapable to notice
unable to be pleased 'bout
the flowers' lovely blossoms 'cause
it's far too busy waylaying the perfect date
the blossoms' blooming peaks
with piercing glances & glowing cheeks
the fat, ill-tempered baby
sittin' in it's rompers
surrounded by a flowery sea
mercilessly screening
every little petal
piercing glances, glowing cheeks
wishfully awaiting a state oh so out of reach
& with all this lieing in wait
for the moment it misses again & again
refusing all, waiting in vain
the ill-tempered fat baby gets a face of wax
so tired of all this waiting
dicontented growing old
the baby gets a face of wax
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walkin' the snowman
'tween active volcanoes
they are spitting at me burning suns
the things i had done
i'm so stuck between my machine
coals of fire
my burning desire
licking at me like the flames of the sun
a monster truck tongue
i'm so superfluous in this scene
the water runs harder
i break out into cold sweat
to get along ahead
the water runs harder
out of my pores & dreams
awake me please
till i'm gone
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xrfarflight - triangle
02:49
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I take the ways on a triangle
See-sawing itself, i drive endless
Artery roads
roundabouts
One-way streets
no way outs
Colliding & bouncing
Changing direction
Artery roads
roundabouts
One-way streets
no way outs
Driving the road past your house
The lake & the clime, lost in thoughts
I still can see Us
lieing
Under the trees
In silence
past your house, the lake, the clime
Lost in thoughts on the street i drive
& i drive i drive in horseshoe bends, loop lines, ...
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xrfarflight - road theme
02:15
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another instrumental...
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