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Inspirations upon inspirations
Many traces, never seen
The devil, speeding in her Bentley
Blasting"Vowels" by"A Queen"
Mac the Knife ain't it all pretty
Little shitty, pity you
Archeological disaster
Human nature, bares bad news
Now, you can't stand me
You can't stand me
You can't stand me
And now, I can't stand you
But boy you get me thrilled
Better set you free
Independence upon three dimensions
Your depressions, tally ho
Take a sit upon a shoulder
Beg forgiveness, beg for more
Now, you can't stand me
You can't stand me
You can't stand me
And now, I can't stand you
But boy you get me thrilled
Better set you free
Now, you can't stand me
You can't stand me
You can't stand me
And now, I can't stand you
But boy you get me thrilled
Better set you free
You can't stand me
You can't stand me
You can't
You can't stand me
You can't stand me
You can't
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I've been writing since dawn
All messed up and bruised
Shaked hundreds of cocktails
Boy, I could go for a drink
Now I ain't much of a drinker
I ain't much of a drinker
No, I ain't much of a drinker
No, I ain't much at all
And I've been writing since dawn
I'll start preparing your order
Cause I ain't much of a drinker
I ain't much of a night owl
And I've been writing since dawn
Boy, I could go for a cocktail
Or I could go for a drive
And I could go through the wall
No, I ain't much at all
Now I ain't much of a drinker
I ain't much of a drinker
I ain't much of a drinker
I ain't much of a drinker
I ain't much of a drinker
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Hardly caught by lengthy hands
Stirred into a cocktail glass
Mother, she won't bother
Starve her with another
Shirley, Shirley let me go
Take your legs and temple stones
Take your spells and magic words
Shirley, let me, Shirley, go…
Words will never make it clear
Words will never make it clear
You hold it tight, you'll never know
Look at me, I disappear
Shirley, Shirley let me go
Your button eyes, they do me wrong
Your long gone style, it's magical
Shirley let me, Shirley no…
Your "mad dog" smile, it cleans my throat
Your liquid nights, they make me slope
Bourbon, rye and midnight smokes
20 milligrams of coke
Dirty Florentinian whores
Mini vans and country roads
Shirley let me, Shirley go
Shirley let me, Shirley no…
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Tongue-in-Cheek
04:20
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Moving from bottle to bottle, from folder to folder, from station to station
Sending regards from afar to a girl at the bar just to lose an erection
Sucking thumbs at night, so lonely, reaching to moms old embraces
Well nothing really matters as long as we have friends
As long as we have friends in high places
We move from bottle to bottle, get older and older, sink into depression
Hire a bunch of loose ends, try and fuck all their friends and go steal off their pension
Surfing sites at night, so horny
Wanking off to young girls with braces
Well nothing really matters as long as we have friends in high places
Now you're up against me
You're up against me
With your 12 year scotch
And your blonde haired boss
Now, don't go spreading to me
Now you're up against me
You're up against me
You can by the next round and be proud
But don't go spreading
Sucking thumbs at night
Nothing really matters as long as we have friends, as long...
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
Pensions and erections
Pensions and erections
Pensions and erections
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
Pensions and erections
That's my new depression
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Sleepover
04:01
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The mumbling on the TV screen
And that strange flashlight in your hand
The rough noise from your soft machine
And recordings of a different band
Your Facebook page, your fits of rage
And your opinions on the charts
Your shopaholic nature
The fashion trends
The promo codes and shopping carts
But me I always say things twice
And your dance moves so precise
Just the old cold shoulder
And a good night kiss
Eclipse
When we both grow older
I won't handle this
Eclipse
A slab of wood with strings attached
And sine waves, from a metal box
The headache, the chest pain
And the messages from your cokehead boss
But me I always say things twice
And your dance moves so precise
Just the old cold shoulder
And a good night kiss
Eclipse
When we both grow older
I won't handle this
Eclipse
But can we book
A sleepover tonight?
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Let me close
All of these doors
It's my competition
Not yours
Should be me
Dancing up there
Not cool
Not fair
Fear the rhythm
Fear the rhythm
Let me out
Out of my breath
In mind
In life
In death
And their spark is
Reflecting off you
It's blocking out my view
Fear the rhythm
Fear the rhythm
It's the rhythm of fame and fortune
Oh my, the Sisyphean torture
Rhythm looping over and over and over and over
And all I do is beg for more promotion
Oh my, the Sisyphean torture
Rhythm looping over and over and over and over
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Promise at Dawn
04:27
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Time is a one way ticket
I'm going 2nd hand in a different town
Steel pots and dirty dishes
No more birthday clowns
Oh, leaving your own
Oh, last born first gone
Now you're a lonely cricket
Buzzing through the night, with your breath so tight
We've got unfinished business
Better settle down on a Friday night
Oh, leaving your own
Oh, last born first gone
A punch in my stomach
A moment almost gone
My judgmental figure
A promise at dawn
Time is a one way ticket
Now you're a lonely cricket
Oh, leaving your own
Oh, last born first gone
A punch in my stomach
A moment almost gone
My judgmental figure
Oh, my gravestone
The queen of the hour
"Has never done nothing wrong"
Caressing me gently
A promise at dawn
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2nd Comin'
05:12
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From rags to riches
Boy the second hand bitches
You better get me fixed up
In all of your teachings
I come empty handed baby
Please be kind
Go ahead, kill me softly now
Coming back from Suburbia
From the Garden of Eden
Our holy motherland Shangri La
Ruled by mamas and children
I come empty handed baby
Please be kind
Go ahead, kill me softly now
I'm coming back babe
2nd hand city, daddy's town, I'm coming back
Man that cosmic jive
Oh my overdrive
I'll get my good night sleep
From 9 to 5
I come empty handed baby
Please be kind
Go ahead, kill me softly now
I'm coming back babe
Second hand city, daddy's town I'm coming' back
I'm coming back babe
Second hand city, daddy's town I'm coming' back
Move over rover, the experimental feeling's taking over
It is taking over
We ain't getting sober, the experimental feeling's taking over
It is taking over
Look at me mother, the experimental feeling's taking over
It is taking over
Come at me lover, the experimental feeling's takin' over
It is taking over
Move over rover
Move over rover
Move over rover
Move over rover
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Coffee Shops/Broken Legs
08:35
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I saw you, skipping leg day at the coffee shop
Your face seemed to wish for tea
Kinda hoped you wished for me
Go on, break a leg
Go on, break your legs
Oh honey, I've been talking shit behind your back
Yeah, for years I've been pulling schemes
Overdriven by hopes and dreams
Go on, break my legs
Go on, break your legs
And how dare you alter my speech
And go on your coffee break?
When coffee shops and broken legs are all there is
Go on, break your legs
If we keep turning this way
If we keep turning this way
If we keep turning this way
Know, I never wanted to stay
Dare you alter my speech
And go on your coffee break?
When coffee shops and broken legs are all there is
Go on, break your legs
Move over rover, the experimental feeling's taking over
It is taking over
Come at me lover, the experimental feeling's taking over
It is taking over
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Alexander Boe Tel Aviv Yafo, Israel
Alexander Boe is a Tel Aviv-based artist, producer, and songwriter blending experimental production with raw, emotional songwriting. His debut LP *The Experimental fuses sampled live grooves with abstract lyricism and bold sonic textures. As Earmilk writes, he’s “pushing sonic boundaries while staying deeply human.” Boe is also a co-founder of SHVR Records. ... more
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