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The Merry-go-round
03:22
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Merry-Go-Round
Step unto the merry-go-round.
merry go round and round.
until your head is in a spin.
your feet no longer touch the ground.
In the world of illusions.
time is standing still.
slow repetitive sounds.
captivate free will.
You're no longer in control
Drift away in dreams.
Shadow horses on the wind.
Coming out to play.
when the veil is wearing thin.
You're no longer in control
on life's merry-go-round.
you go lost and found.
merrily, merrily.
before it takes you UnderGround.
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The Black Ghost (live)
08:24
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The Black Ghost
If something there went wrong,
then it has gone quite well.
This movement gave the wrong impression
of the things they had to sell.
People only saw an outside,
and we were the outsiders.
And with this wrong perception,
a movement becomes violent.
a movement becomes violent ... (x2)
As the artists get slaughtered
on the exhibition floor,
a lot burning books
and a lot of closing doors
We tried not to feel
anger nor hate
But when we see that all is lost
it could be too late
it could be too late ... (x2)
But like a Phoenix rising from the garbage
you've put us into.
Like dogs that took too much beating,
we could turn against you...
Now, this is why we move slow,
so we can not be seen,
from the sewers to the apartments
and the places we have been.
The places we have been ... (x4)
No no no no no no no
You don't feel like
anyone I want to know
You don't show a sign to go
and If you stay here
everything in me turns slow
I need air and wind to blow
but like a Horla,
you take away my flow.
Here I am in Time again
denying myself what I want most
a dusty picture of what once was
an empty shell, a fat white ghost.
No no no no no no no
You don't feel like
anyone I want to know
I need air and wind to blow
You don't show a sign to go
everything in me turns slow
Like the Horla, did you see that show?
There's someone in your apartment
you hear him whisper in your ear
with the same characteristics as the one who called you "dear"
You try to run away, but the lights have all turned out
And you try hard not to panic,
You try hard not to shout.
If something there went wrong,
then it has gone quite well.
This movement gave the wrong impression
of the things they had to sell.
People only saw an outside,
and we were the outsiders.
And with this wrong perception,
a movement becomes violent.
a movement becomes violent ... (x2)
As the artists get slaughtered
on the exhibition floor,
a lot burning books
and a lot of closing doors
We tried not to feel
anger nor hate
But when we see that all is lost
it could be too late
But like a Phoenix rising from the garbage
You've put us into
Like dogs that took to much beating,
we could turn against you...
Now, this is why we move slow,
so we can not be seen,
from the sewers to the apartments
and the places we have been.
The places we have been ... (x infinitum)
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3. |
Sage of the Gods (live)
04:17
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Sage of the gods.
You wake up in the white light
of a room you've never been in before
You stand up from the floor
and stumble through a corridor...
You look at a mirror
into the eyes of a stranger
Your legs made of rubber
walk into an open door.
Memories by texture.
Sage of the gods.
an endless seeming hall
with checkerboard tiles on the floor
spirals into the void
on the torn rope of time
every door a moment
every door a memory
before you the future.
behind your eyes the past fades out.
Memories by texture.
Sage of the gods.
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Barbarella's Ballroom
Blackberry-technicians and airbubble-soldiers
laughing goldfish smiles at pudding faced mothers
Blue-eyed gypsies like motorway angels
acting astronaut behavior on candy-floss islands
Blue-eyed gypsies and motorway angels
dancing cheek to cheek with untouchable porters.
I was there, I still hear them talking (x4)
Blackberry-technicians and airbubble-soldiers
laughing goldfish smiles at pudding faced mothers
Blue-eyed gypsies like motorway angels acting astronaut behavior on candy-floss islands
Blue-eyed gypsies and motorway angels
dancing cheek to cheek with untouchable porters.
I was there, I still hear them shouting (x4)
Blackberry-technicians and airbubble-soldiers
laughing goldfish smiles at pudding faced mothers
Blue-eyed gypsies like motorway angels
acting astronaut behavior on candy-floss islands
Blue-eyed gypsies and motorway angels
dancing cheek to cheek with untouchable porters.
I was there, I still hear them laughing (x4)
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5. |
The Room (Live)
03:15
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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 (x2)
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
The boy's alone, no-one cares ...
There must be a door somewhere (x2)
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6. |
(UN)Holy American (Live)
05:21
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(UN)Holy American
Roaring through the trees,
riding a foul wind
A midnight summer’s breeze is
cutting through the flint
Screaming songs of pain and steel
Speeding on a beam of light.
Tonight baby, tonight (x2)
Up the mountains, over seas
then again a sea of leaves
Cliché-pop on rear seat screens (x2)
In a black cloud of sound
with the white smile of death
It crosses over tables
Into the coldness of your bed
Across the wires
and over phones
in the so-called safety
of domestic domes
The cutting edge of flint and coal
The cutting edge of flint and coal
Bare and Unholy,
Everywhere you come,
You jinx the place into oblivion.
(UN)holy American (x4)
Everywhere you go,
God is nowhere near.(x4)
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7. |
Ecosophy (Live)
07:14
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Ecosophy
Let wars be fought by weaponry
no humans involved, ok for me.
And if you want to die, don’t do it here.
Atomic clocks to zero time,
As I tried hard to make this rhyme.
The time you take from me is very dear.
From a sun that doesn’t shine,
To the blackness of your skies
You know that I can find the weak spots in your mind.
But the sun will shine again
As the dawn comes creeping in
And you’ll get the love I have to give.
It’s the lead you make me swallow,
That makes me feel so hallow
So tired and so lazy and so down.
‘Cause the air outside you see is poisonous to me
and it seems by law we are not allowed to breathe.
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison! (x2)
Sometimes I wonder why there is this goldness in your sky,
Shining so brightly, each and every day
Can I claim the gold up there,
As you claim it here on earth.
And if I can, I wonder what it’s worth.
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison! (x2)
It’s a crying shame to me,
After seen what I have seen
That no one in this place uses solar energy.
You’re all dying by the clock instead of living by the day.
We’re telling you there is another way.
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison! (x2)
The leaders of our wars shall be shown out of the door
From the moment they ask us to kill a fellow man.
‘Cause I like to fight you see,
but there is something else with me
I rather fight myself than a so called enemy.
Bite the hand that feeds you poison!
Kick like the mule they see you for!
Bite the hand that feeds you poison! (x infinitum)
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8. |
Oh, Idiot me (Live)
04:42
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Oh, idiot me.
Oh, idiot me.
I trusted them eternally.
Oh, idiot me.
I gave them all my… security.
Oh, idiot me.
I accidently pressed the wrong key.
Oh, idiot me.
II gave in to the enemy.
chorus:
Believe me, I wanna start a riot
very soon, soon, soon, soon.
My time is over,
so you might need another kind of
broom, boom, boom, boom (x4)
Oh, idiot me.
They fooled around with parts of me.
Oh, idiot me.
I gave in to the enemy.
about their bigotry:
I looked away, it didn't concern me.
Oh, idiot me.
I gave up all my privacy.
Oh, idiot me.
everything's a commodity.
Oh, idiot me.
I gave in to the enemy.
chorus
Oh, idiot me.
I trusted them eternally.
Oh, idiot me.
I gave them all my… security.
Oh, idiot me.
I thought I had your sympathy.
Oh, idiot me.
I did foresee an epiphany.
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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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