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01 Show me your hands
06:07
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Show me your Hands
Do you still know I exist?
I will propagate my lust
I can enter a hot dream
and give a scream
I'm just a poor boy,
living in holes
Do you realize I"m living and dying?
I'm a pupil and want Arabian pleasure
Let me see magic
for a short while.
Let me see naked,
made to undress
in this wilderness.
Do you know you rule me?
I want roses in my vision.
Freedom is in schoolbooks
Let me have my final decision
and use garden tools.
Now give me a soft reaction
but still my mind is loose.
I know I'm still alive,
so what's the use of knowing
My insanity is sane.
My insanity is sane!
You wanna touch me?
Show me your hands…
You wanna touch me?
Show me your hands...
Lyrics by Jan Fabre & Mark Burghgraeve
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02 Let's go to war
05:30
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Let’s go to war.
You have no heart
You have no soul
You have no mind
to call your own
You have no guts
nor a back bone
no balls of steel
and no control
You have no will
and no appeal
No seaman’s legs
You’re no big deal.
You have no will
Let’s go to war.
Morals & Perversities
Safety & Security
Privacy, Democracy
Pick up your Sword
Let’s go to War.
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The seaman's imagined fish.
Slowly liquid ripples by
I close my eyes: Carmine red
We now reveal the cracks in the surface
like cobbles rolling down to me
A headache 's the border of the mind
We live at the edge
A bow that's been bend for years
An arrow glides through polished plains
He no longer waits for Godot
He anticipates in burning bushes
Oh, the seaman's imagined fish
Oh, the seaman's imagined fish
Oh, the seaman's imagined fish
Oh, the seaman's imagined fish
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4. |
04 I came to Disagree
03:39
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I came to disagree
I came to disagree
It's all too wild you see
there's allmost nothing left of me
I came to disagree
It's not my way, you see
you've lost your faith in me
I came to disagree
with the foreign coins you put in me,
believe me...
nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)
nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)
I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
hooked on desire.
I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
into your fire...
nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)
nothing is forever (nothingness forever)
nothing is for free (nothingness for free)
I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
hooked on desire.
I feel like a fish on a wire
out of the water,
into your fire...
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Things I was due to forget
The walls at home were growing mouldy.
Things I was due to forget
They started throwing strange things at me
some of them wore only red
A man hanging on the ceeling
and smoke hung in the air
I was teased by some flashbacks
and people coloured their hair
The sound of dancing getting soggy
or else the floor getting wet
The walls in there were growing mouldy.
The thing I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
Things I was due to forget
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6. |
06 We waited for the bus
04:34
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We waited for the bus.
It came around the corner,
with no one on the steeringwheel.
With no one on the steeringwheel.
We stain the tainless carpet
With things we can’t reveal
We try to stop the bleeding .
But none of this is real.
We waited for the bus.
It came around the corner,
with no one on the steeringwheel.
With no one on the steeringwheel.
Black liquid on the ceiling.
What did I have for meal?
My lips are dry as parchment
Is this how I’m supposed to feel?
There are sounds,
pouring from the walls.
comming from under the floor,
Leeping in from behind the door.
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7. |
07 The Cold Wash
03:23
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The Cold Wash
Little blue clouds
escape from the car
changing to angels for fire and gas
I feel the cold wash
of it's independance
and drive cross the river
with vision and sound
See us wild children
hide between trees
crossing the roads of metal and speed
Diamonds and pearls,
When the cold wash returns,
Bursting in silence, whiter than light
Bridges are burning,
the old world is turning around
Round, round, Round.
Then I discover
that all must be payed for
and I lost my talents to survive on this Side
a row of red bikers cycle away
away from the shore, away from the shore...
See us wild children
escape from the car
changing to angels for fire and gas...
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8. |
08 The Roof
05:20
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The Roof
I'm on the roof again
It seems like years ago
Another country and another friend
Here on on the roof again
Flashbacks of times we had
I wonder wether she would have a phase.
We walk for years and then,
I'm on the roof again
I'm on the roof again
Freshing up sparkles of an old idea
Another century and another game
I'm on the roof again
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9. |
09 Facing the Moon
04:51
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Facing the moon
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Watching the torches lighting the sand
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Throwing away the angle of wood
Pouring the limbo of cylinder sounds
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Watching the torches lighting the sand
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
Watching the torches lighting the sand
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Throwing away the angle of wood
Pouring the limbo of cylinder sounds
Facing the moon from the sweep of the dunes
Taking no notice of the sound from the liquid below
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10 The Room
02:47
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The Room
There's a boy in the room
it's a room with a view
There are toys in the room
every day something new.
(There must be a door somewhere)
There's a window in the room
it used to be with a view
There's a lock on the door
To keep Mum from the room
There's a boy in the room
There's a voice down the stairs
There's a lock on the door
Boy's alone, noone cares ...
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11 Behind You
04:44
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Behind you.
On this tiny pebble, in the sea of time.
I lived countless lives, I heard countless lies.
On this grain of sand, we walked hand in hand.
Never fearing time, loving was no crime. Uh no!
Behind you.
I'm behind you.
I'm behind you.
On this spec of dust, I just wanted your trust.
(not to mention lust)
Have no time for tears, I have closed my ears.
And in this time and space, were I've spend countless days.
No time left for lies, I have closed my eyes.
Behind you.
I'm behind you.
Behind you.
I'm behind you.
I can't be me anymore, just go away and shut the door.
Behind you.
I'm behind you.
Behind you.
I'm behind you.
Behind you.
I'm behind you.
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12. |
12 Contagious
08:04
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Contagious
Human Zero got his treat
By eating contagious meat
Spreading it by trains and planes
Contagion crosses all terrains
He became contagious
He became contagious
He became contagious
He became contagious
Through the narrow door
I walk out on to the street
There’s noone left outside but me.
It is all so sureal
It became contagious
It became contagious
It became contagious
It became contagious
I wear a mask and gloves
There is nobody left but patients
There’s noone here who loves
Someone who is contagious
I’ve become contagious
I’ve become contagious
I’ve become contagious
I’ve become contagious
I locked down my door
became a prisoner in my home.
Streched out on the floor
Outside the illness grows
We all became contagious
We all became contagious
We all became contagious
We all became contagious
Did it come from out of space?
Invading the bodies of the human race?
Reproducing at Logarithmic speeds
It’s new laws don’t allow us to breathe.
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Somnambulist Belgium
Mark Hélèné Joseph Burghgraeve was born in 1961.
From young age, he tampered with
electronics.
His first "performances" were feedback patches on a broken amp, and self made effects.
He got his first synth, sequencer and a Vocoder and formed M.BRYO & D.M.T. and later Somnambulist.
2005, KOYT!
2020, a Live Stream on TV Centraal.
2023, music used in the television series "1985" on VRT max.
... more
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