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I slept too long, its cold and i´m done shall i stay or shall i go ?
Its been late, so late
you cant see that you can see
and you run to catch up with the sun.
When i wake up and the sun shines bright
my flesh is still warm, my mind still beside.
I love to dream at night reconstitute and remind
as long as i can remember i was searching for life.
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In Memoriam to Identity
03:14
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I´m living in the nights thats where i feel alive.
My love is an idea will you keep me in mind?
Loosing your focus your secret locus
your eyes are dizzy your psyche´s circling around
eviction of the past traits drying out.
Who is the dreamer and who is dreamed?
Stop sticking to this excerpt of the outside
I´m loosing the extract of your inside
Pushing myself back into an isoldated state
that is far away.
While my ego is sweating
and trying to escape
this secret inner state awakes
in an adventure scalping dead traits.
Who is the lover, who is the dreamer, who is the lover and who is loved?
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M.A.S.T.E.R.S.
02:21
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M.a.s.t.e.r.s. the sky above the past
M.a.s.t.e.r.s the dead channel lasts
M.a.s.t.e.r.s remote the control
M.a.s.t.e.r.s the volume is too low
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I dont want to be anymore
I dont want to be nomore
What do you want to be
my heart feels sold out
But my mind stays alive
Do you want to be with me?
Together we could be nothing.
When the spectacle is fullfilled
We dance within catastrophe and fight
Within the pretention of light
Nothing more than the outer inside.
From the fuckery to the factory
We dance and we dance
Calling our history a mystery
noone knows when it ends.
Close to your mind i´ve been living behind
Its been a long line, will i ever call you mine?
And your psyche´s decaying
while you work till you die.
We are running into the dark
Running into the dark running into the dark
No escape i can see no escape
we are running into the dark.
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[Hypnosis] 2049
03:13
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So you can see
This is not what you dreamt of.
Empty eyes star into the void
Leaving us flying like birds into time.
Time is running into something slipping out of your mind.
Empty lives laying beside the raod
Drying out in the sun forgotten and full of mould.
After the rain What is to say? After the sun Where to run?
Time is running into something Slipping out of your mind
Into something crawling undefined
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Dear Grace
02:27
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Can you see the lights?
They are far from here.
This morning when i woke I cried my mothers tears.
The sky, dusty and grey
when all good disappears
then i listen to Grace Jones
you brought hope to my fears.
Soon the sky is falling.
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Antigone´s Dream
03:43
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Hello You I´m telling you my dreams.
A perpetual emotion machine
Opening and closing on itself to extasy.
Loosing memory means loosing past
I´m staying with my hearts
and my heart is an ocean.
I´m falling.
Hello you I´m talking to you
when we talk i never know if you´re true.
So i´m circling in my dreams through and through.
Loosing memory means loosing past
I´m staying with my hearts and my heart is an ocean.
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Automatic Subject
02:34
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When i see you walking alone the streets
What can i say what can i see what can i do?
When i see you searching for your needs
What can i say what can i see what can i do?
When they hear you talking about your dreams
What can they say what can they see what can they do?
You´re just a stranger they met on the streets
What do you say what do you see what do you do?
You are alone in the nights, you are alone and alive.
Nothing can safe you, nothing can safe you,
nothing can stop you to do what you want.
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Apparatus
02:21
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Keep staying
Keep walking
Keep crying
Keep talking
Keep the line strait
Be sceptic
When you loose yourself
Dont be hectic.
Keep wanting
Keep waiting
Be eclectic
Keep chasing
When your thoughts go deep
never mind
never sleep.
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Freedom/Fiction
04:58
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My hands dry like the sand.
My words falling down.
My throat dry like the road.
No breath no hope nowhere to go.
When you see the sun above your head.
When you see the sun above your head.
Burning high burning hot.
Burns your flesh burns your heart.
You crave to believe in this desert
You crave to be in this desert.
My mind dry like the wind.
Side by side we walked a thousand miles.
My eyes dry from lies
The sun burns high
Burns my flesh my heart my eyes.
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L Twills Vienna, Austria
L Twills is a singer, producer, performer and multimedia artist. Her practice unfolds around live performance, installation, album production, costume making and video works.
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