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Strychnine in my rum
04:39
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SPOKEN INTRO: Nothing is funnier than unhappiness, I grant you that. Yes, yes, it's the most comical thing in the world; and we laugh, we laugh, with a will, in the beginning... but it's always the same thing! Yes, it's like the funny story we have heard too often: we still find it funny, but we don't laugh anymore. (from 'Beckett directs Beckett: Endgame' - Samuel Beckett, 1957)
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Oozin' some venom through sugar cane
I'm loaded to the gunwale again
and I won't stop no I'll run till the end
I like how it sinks
and adore how it chokes
I love how it floats
out of my porthole
and everythin' seems to be pleasin' me to death.
Will you meet me as I'm goin' to hell?
Will you swim with me among life's rubbish and smell?
Let's poison life
it comes better when it's spiced with grams of pain
ain't it nice?
Mixin' some heroin with cheap drinks
for I'm just seventy percent made of this
and that quenches me it fills and sails me
can't help laughin'
about the way all fuckin' hurts.
Will you meet me as I'm flyin' down?
Will you ever dance with this miserable clown?
Will you meet me there?
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Goin' outta step - a lame draft horse
pullin' himself along
I've got a pegleg you may will to reinforce
so that your friends guess I am strong
enough.
I cannot say where my nothin' ends
yet know for sure where it begins
I understand where I can put all my grins
as far as they mock your ideals.
When you feel you're out of step too
please wave me off from the wharf
aye when you feel swallowed by your concrete floor
just wave me off from the wharf.
I'll free your view from this dismal creep
pretend to believe that you don't care
you'll lie ashore like an angler asleep
and then wave me off from there.
When you feel you're out of fantasy
please wave me off from the wharf
aye when you feel senseless in your wealth of meanings
just wave me off from the wharf.
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The curse of the whale
04:41
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The city keeps me aglow
defends me from claws of hush and bore
drags my bein' strayin' on the loud concrete and asphalt
concedes a small shaky light to make all seem to shine
just like the will o' the wisp.
The whale swims in its lake
its chant makes all shake like a seaquake
there meets sirens charmin' and lullin' from depth
cursed to run out every now and then to look for a breath
just tens of feet above there.
There is a place out there where I don't wanna live
and there's a place nearby where I just can't live at all.
The mountain holds my wrists
defends me from mists and from time twists
drawin' fast on this never stoppin' train toward end
concedes a small sleepy gloom to make all seem just wise
as far as things ever can.
The whale's flyin' in the air
just sneezin' a flare of need and scare
for it actually is a misfit fish swimmin' out its pool
forced to confess what its seaquakes and sirens just were
nothing but folds in the waves.
Nothing but folds in the waves.
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Oh, Marjorie
04:54
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Aye lass
I can't tell no stories
aye wench
I can't give no quarter
miss her sweet teenage love
now don't need yours
miss her cheap blondie love
just don't seek yours.
Caress me then forget me
kiss my mouth just don't kiss me
fall asleep sat on my knee
then run fast my Marjorie
no one knows who's Marjorie
no one cares oh Marjorie.
Aye girl
hold tight my scarred body
fuck bitch
just don't kiss my scars
miss her sweet teenage thorns
never need cure
miss her keen silvery thorns
I don't seek love.
Don't believe the man you see
don't take this so seriously
be whatever you may be
don't look back my Marjorie
they don't know no Marjorie
they don't care oh Marjorie.
Caress me then forget me
kiss my mouth just don't kiss me
be whatever you may be
don't look back my Marjorie
just can't save me Marjorie
let me sink oh Marjorie.
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Anchors & ballasts
05:42
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Crashin' down the last bottle
roamin' to bum the last smoke
tryin' to breath or tryin' to choke
tryin' not to forget where time does go
where will our dreams end up today
aye whatever happens you'll find me there
hasta la vista a la revolución
oh sure I love you too my dear.
Polishin' well my old knives
snatchin' my studded black vest
tryin' to mask or tryin' to strip
tryin' to revive what I have been
where did our dreams end up to say
aye whatever happens I'll set you free
live fast die young though punk's not dead
oh then we gonna fuck shit up.
Sheddin' tears onto old pics
laughin' aloud at present jokes
tryin' to sink or tryin' to float
tryin' to understand where all this goes
where will our lives end up today
aye whatever happens we'll learn from pain
the people united won't be defeated
so why the fuck did all leave him behind.
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Jens Hvalsang Roma, Italy
Jens Hvalsang is a singer-songwriter project started in Rome in the Summer of '14.
My real name is
Gerardo, and this actually embodies one of the infinite conceivable evolutions of Kleingott, the neofolk act I've been fondly running over the previous few years.
That's all. Enjoy the whole listening whereas you believe it's worth it.
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Jens Hvalsang recommends:
THE FUGITIVE KIND
by SPOTLESS JUNKIE
the official Jens Hvalsang. You simply must listen to it.
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another project of mine. try it.
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