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A Conversation

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lyrics

Sunflower seeds tearing me up
Need to put some honey on my lips
Troubled old friend, fire tornados inside
Sends me some of his fiery lines
Hey what you’re doing out in this world tonight

Tell me about your stories, about your worries ‘cause we are twins
Tell me about your stories about your worries ‘cause there are hints
There’s nothing in this world that you can’t say
And I can clearly see what you try to play

Cats’ hair on my trousers and the day is done
Day of the twins and I’m the only one
Maternal fears spin the ravaged son
You dry the air and cure my moulding lungs
Time is up, still two hours to go
A piece of information I don’t want to know
The pills work too fast, I’m going too slow
Sitting exercises they deform my bones
I’m high
I hide
I’m blind

Break the silence make my day, I’m sick and tired in my lonely way
Break the silence make my day, I’m sick and tired in my lonely way
All those things don’t have to be what they seem to be
And you don’t really know what you mean to me

He’s sitting on a star playing his guitar wondering how nice it is to be above
He’s sitting on a star playing his guitar, can you tell me what rhymes with ‘to be above’
Familiar scent it all inhales my mind
Seems so strange you’re not the present kind

My mind rhymes my thoughts automatically
Filth in my veins that’s what it’s got to be
I’m growing old but not intentionally
By throwing myself into mysteries
So what is there and what is left to say
The same old line true to my own dismay
I’m sick and tired in my lonely way
Sick and tired in my lonely way
I’m high
I hide
I’m blind

Familiar scent it all inhales my mind
Seems so strange you’re not the present kind
And all those things don’t have to be what they seem to be
And you don’t really know what you mean to me

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from Impromptu, released July 5, 2019
Lyrics by Wladi Tschigarkin

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Impromptu Porta Westfalica, Germany

Wladi T. - guitar

Clemens K. - drums, vocals

Matze S. - bass, vocals

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