I’m not too proud to admit
That it stings a little bit
Memories of your head between my hips
Mere hours since we met,
Your knees on that musty floor
Drenched in your sweat
It’s not hard to forget
My manicure is older than this relationship
My manicure is older than this relationship
Bit by bit I am starting to drip
As we microdose intimacy in this stall
You’re an ephemeral tonic, after all
And I won’t forget
My manicure is older than this relationship
Drenched in your sweat it’s not hard to forget
My manicure is older than this relationship
Infamous and famous, we’re all famous to someone
I’m here for research and revenge
And though your name still lingers on my lips
It won’t after this
It’s not hard to forget
My manicure is older than this relationship
And though your name still lingers on my lips
It won’t after this
Dringende Angelegenheit bezüglich Ihrer zukünftigen Entfaltung
Sehr geehrte Frau
Die notwendige Handhabung ist von größter Wichtigkeit.
Ein Missverständnis könnte weitreichende Konsequenzen haben.
Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
berlin
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ja genau
ja genau
Mit freundlichen Grüßen,
berlin
ich glaub ich spinne
ich glaub ich spinne
My German is shit, but I know the right words
And I am flirting with the danger
As he takes off my clothes
A knock, a scream, a familiar voice
Time is of the essence as I come to my senses
I think this all started when he asked me for a light
(Hast du Feuer?)
I breathe in, then out, then out and in
Whoever I was I know no longer
This dream is potent
My reality, bended
Am I in love?
Or am I in lust.
Hast du Feuer?
Hast du Feuer?
Hast du Feuer?
Du hast Feuer.
Du hast Feuer.
I forgot who I was before I entered this scene
My crimes are numerous, and deliciously obscene
And I’m intoxicated by my own bad choices
As the fog of the room seeps into my brain
The momentum of the room dizzies
Even us colliding
As she sucks on my tongue
And I know it’s not all just a dream
I want to see how deep this rabbit hole goes
Hast du Feuer?
Hast du Feuer?
Du hast Feuer.
My phone says it’s Thursday, but I swear it’s Tuesday
Or is it Sunday?
This is my confession
For you to do with at your discretion
Whatever this is, it tickles my senses
My thoughts are devious and delightfully unclean
I’m writing my own rumors
My thoughts are devious and delightfully unclean
You’re hypnotized
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Born from late-night dissections of the underground, Kudeki and Amalija Blurry found themselves comparing notes on the beautiful chaos of rave culture. A longtime friendship deepened through finding each other in the same dark corners, collecting similar insights about what makes these spaces so absurd yet magnetic.
Part love letter, part devil-may-care confessional, Blondage draws from hazy dancefloors of Berlin, New York, and beyond — observing nightlife, in all its glamor and grime, with the irreverence that comes from loving something enough to see it clearly.
Every proper night out has its own strange alchemy. An ephemeral, seductive mess that can’t be captured, so we just linger in its glow.
For friends, freaks, and fellow night dwellers.
Written and produced: Kudeki + Amalija Blurry
Mastering: Mark Pistel
Album art: Amalija Blurry
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