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what are we doing here
04:12
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What are we doing here?
I remember every little way
Of you and how and what you said
Brighter than all stars combined
Brighter than all the candles of all times
R
I'm torn between to keep what we have
And tearing down the walls
With one finger you lay your hair by your ear
What are we doing here?
At work we talk often and too long
We laugh too loud, you twist your tongue
After a laugh that we have shared
During a silence just as
The glass of wine by the candle
And I'm not sure if I can handle
Another smile of yours
Another text message past two
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come pick me up
02:42
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Come pick me up
Come pick me up
Dad & Mum
Asap
Written with a blue highlighter
On the bottom half of the window
Where the girl must have sat
And a Shame On You right beside
Smaller almost half the size of
The original message
Shame On You
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the brickwall
02:36
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The Brickwall
There used to be a brickwall
At the entrance of our park
But the City tore it down
And replaced it with sod
Because the homeless huddled there
During the long winter
Close together under blankets
To avoid the windchill
There used to be a brickwall
Long and high against the dark
Winter days and winter nights
Giving shelter left and right
The city thought the poor would go
But instead they became more
More drugs are used against the cold
Society the young and old
There used to be a brickwall
At the entrance of our park
But the City tore it down
And replaced it with sod
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die langeweile
03:55
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Die Langeweile heute unterscheidet sich nicht von der als wir Kinder waren
Als Kinder haben wir immer gespielt
Wie wir sterben koennten
Vor allem erschossen werden
Wie unsere Helden in den Western
Nachmittage nach der Schule konnten wir damit verbringen
Uns gegenseitig umzubringen
An einem guten Tag starb jeder von uns
300 mal
Bei Kopfschuss war alles aus
Ins Herz das gleiche Spiel
Krasser war ein Rueckenschuss
Wegen dem Waelzen am Boden
Vergas man zu roecheln bei einem Halsdurchschuss
War man nochmal dran
Der Bauchschuss war ein Hoehepunkt bei dem man
Langsam auf die Knie sank
An einem sonnigen Nachmittag
Versuchten wir es
Eine Stunde Zwei Stunden Drei Stunden
Mit verwesen
Aber das fanden wir langweilig
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Thorsten Nesch Lethbridge, Alberta
Experimental Singer/Songwriter
all albums before 2022 mastered / produced by max wuerden (except Paris, Calgary)
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