Schöne Aufnahmen

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01 Mind Idea.mp3 (3099 KB)

Mind idea
Throwin' you 'round
Mind ideas
Highway crawl, the nations die
Halfway home an all new wind
That wind hands an all new sin
Steeples built upon their graves

Ready to climb the ruins we founded
Whispering loud and clear the secret unsafe

Mind ideas
They're my dears
Highway sprawled, the nations die
Halfway home an all new wind
That wind hands an all new sin
Steeples built upon their graves

Every life loom we're marching through
Desire finds its way home to you
Desire finds its way back to you
Designed by your grace we live on

USA, http://www.last.fm/music/Jeremy+Enigk

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08 Moonracing.mp3 (3690 KB)

USA, http://www.last.fm/music/Bikeride

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04 Valparaiso.mp3 (7114 KB)

USA, http://www.last.fm/music/Correatown

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Down.mp3 (5007 KB)

USA, http://www.last.fm/music/Anomie+Belle

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02 Ginger.mp3 (9401 KB)

USA, http://www.last.fm/music/Twin+Sister

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10 The Trees Were Mistaken.mp3 (8844 KB)

This is a story, some kind of a story
This is a story about a boy and girl
A girl and a boy, a boy
 
(...) only flighting
That some boy in the dark (...) joan of arc
Inverted crystal mountain kind of a story
 
This is a story.
Man, about the (...) translations of sanskrit
Just as my handwritten story
 
This is a story where the singers begin to appear
In the spaces between all the dashes and braces
In the mothbitten story - of getting left behind
 
This is a story, some kind of a story
 
With the pages distressed since you held to your chest,
They were mangled and dog eared, while the rest were just (...) glory
 
This is a story about the memory of water
Translating the sound of the traffic
Remember the traffic
It's making you carsick all along southfield freeway
 
And translating mistakes and the trees and the stake
And the trees for the woods and the sound of the trash
For the sound of the blowing leaves along the southfield freeway
 
My name isn't blackbird, (...) two tone.
Feathers are warm in molasses,
Twisting the words from the silence to gases
Now i don't have worry of making it
It's so unclear
 
Am i dead or am i dying
Or am i simply tired of crying
 
My name is a blackbird, (...) two tone
Feathers are warm in molasses
Twisting the words from the silence to gases
Now i don't have worry of making it
It's so unclear
 
Am i dead or am i dying
Or am i simply tired of crying
 
My name is a blackbird
 
USA, http://www.last.fm/music/Andrew+Bird

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08 I Think I Like You.mp3 (2766 KB)

I think I like you
I'm pretty sure I do
I'd go for Thai with you
If you asked me to
 
I think I like you
I'm pretty sure I do
I'd share bad labels with you
If you asked me to
 
I think I like you
I'm pretty sure I do
I'd watch this band with you
If you asked me to
 
I think I like you
I'm pretty sure I do
I'd turn some records with you
If you asked me to
 
USA, http://www.lastfm.de/music/Donora

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Fall Straight Back.mp3 (3338 KB)

USA, http://www.myspace.com/eternalsummers

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Sun.mp3 (4292 KB)

USA, http://emilyneveu.com/

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01 Bear.mp3 (3667 KB)

There's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking from within. He's loud, though with vocal cords, we'll put an end ti him. We'll make all the right appointments no one ever has to know, and then tomorrow I'll turn twenty-one, we'll script another show. We'll play charades up in the Chelsea, drunk champagne(although you shouldn't be), We'll be blind and dumb until we fall asleep. None of our friends will come, they dodge our calls and they have for quite awhile now. It's not a shock, you don't seem to mind, and I just cant see how.
 
We're too old.
We're not old at all.
Just too old.
We're not old at all.
 
There's a bear inside your stomach, a cub's been kicking you for weeks and if this isn't all a dream, well than we'll cut from beneath. Well we're not scared of making caves, or finding food for him to eat. We're terrified of one another, terrified of what that means. But we'll make only quick decisions, and you'll just keep in the waiting room, and all the while I'll know were fucked, and not getting un-fucked soon. When we get home we're bigger strangers than we've ever been before. You sit in front of snowy television, suitcase on the floor.
 
USA, http://www.last.fm/music/The+Antlers

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