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1976 |
1. | Gomorrha |
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3. | LH 702 |
4. | I'm Too Leise |
5. | Musette |
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7. | E.F.S. No. 27 |
8. | TV Spot |
9. | E.F.S. No. 7 |
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11. | E.F.S. No. 10 |
12. | Mother Upduff |
13. | E.F.S. No. 36 |
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17. | E.F.S. No. 8 |
18. | Transcendental Express |
19. | Ibis |
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[Translated from Japanese]
Those filthy bloody factories in Tokyo,
It's just a polluted city.
Where can we go?
Discover Japan!
The pollution is making it more and more shitty.
For God's sake, let's get away.
But where can we escape to?
This cold, filty, polluted city!
It's become so foul that
Even the trees have withered away.
What's happened to them?
Clean people, clean rice,
Clean homes, clean earth, no chance.
Let's try eat fresh vegetables, but stop eating the fish.
Why?
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Blue, blue bag, blank beat,
Blue, blue bag, nothing you get today.
Blue, blue bag, cry forever,
Blue, blue bag, inside paper.
Inside paper, nothing to do,
What you got, nothing to do,
What you got, blue, blue bag.
Inside paper, blue, blue bag,
I don't ask it, blue, blue bag,
Inside paper, blue, blue bag.
What you care?
Blue bag, blue bag,
Blue bag, bag, blue.
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The empress and the Ukraine king,
The from the house to float on in,
She breaked in banana corches in
From the seasons after spring.
The empress had a killer on his chest,
Faced the east for the morning sunset,
Silent certain time, skin and goat,
Lots of golden hair, took a fruit.
But then he smiled, banana king,
Sitting on a golden ring,
Every's fur, lightning touch,
Stuck on the pettery, feed meets stubs,
Record players, speeding king,
Set the news for his chilling.
Good moments pass for his domain,
Put the stickers for the Ukraine,
Silver dog eyes blast,
Records twisting, tree smoke clashed,
Overfloating window sill,
Passing goes off the will.
Somebody's name for some grave's day,
The purest's purest, now cuts first aid.
I said the king to call his jester,
Friend called above the curvy tester.
Sit down to see yesterday
Passing to the secret grey,
We decerish tasting trees,
The chocolate is Spanish treats.
From the neckish peabush grip,
From the velvet ivory slipped,
When we carry in the bed
The speakers all outside her head
Can't put away the cruellest card
When though the congressmen could snart.
The Ukraine king is conquered vice
Turning off his mowing light.
Trap the killer with his make-ons
Suiting up before his light,
Ray our equal liberty poised,
Ask the Indian to turn out the noise.
Bring me a coded traffic cream,
Give me some to stop the screen.
I woke from many circling king,
I just saw this conquering.
From many days they have time,
The ukraine king is, can't describe,
I wrote every passing lie,
The Ukraine king had every spy.
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Holger, can you,
Can you see if you can use
Your modulation frequency in tune with Holger and Michael?
The modulation frequency out of, of the generator.
That one,
Just try and pick out a pitch that is in tune with the guitars.
You know, it's common sense.
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My connection is your connection,
The sun is shining, I see you smile.
Turning it over I see the clover,
The things that I want, dear, are nothing dull.
My connection is your connection,
The sun is shining, I see your face.
Turning it over I see the clover,
The things that I love, dear, are taking the shame.
My connection is your connection,
The sun that I love, dear, is turning inside.
Falling is under the things that I wonder,
The light that I bring, dear, is bringing its sight.
My connection is your connection,
The things that I want, dear, are always in sight.
Turning it over I see the clover,
The things that I want, dear, are nothing dull.
My connection is your connection,
The things that I love, dear, are always the same.
Turning it over I see in the clover
The things that I love, dear, don't bring the rain.
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The few people that are turning the world
Are moving ever faster,
We'll have to erase so much in your head
Told by the master.
It's hard to believe yourself, dear,
But the lasted of the hour,
Loving while turning in your seat,
Fun can't esquire.
Think of all the things they did to us
Painting all the places placed to live,
Painting all the places, bend your eyes,
Can't stand all the places bent to live.
I can't find the place about the day.
Can you tell if you could be stay?
Because the fall of another year,
Because the fall of another.
I fight so hard to ever understand,
Will politics ever end?
The mushroom teach his head,
Can you say you understand?
Of another year,
The fall of another,
The fall of another year,
Because the fall of another.
Because the fall of another year,
The fall of another,
Of another year,
Of another.
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