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Forget About Love
03:57
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So now you know I’m dark and twisted - you kiss it
And you won’t take me to the grave - more spoon than spade
I’ve got it all to give and I’ve got life to live but still you put up a fight
Now kiss me quick and face the music - or lose it
You stare into my beauty mole - I’m digging you a hole
You’ve got a steady job - so I will fuck you up
- sign here...aaand here!
Forget about love - you can forget all about it
Do, do, do you remember?
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Fragments Of A Song
03:11
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A verse and a chorus - a solo and a bridge
Spreads like a virus - with the perfect pitch
I’ll hum it to ya - I’ll whistle you a part
I don’t want to fool ya - it’s not a work of art
But as songs contain a meaning
Mine also holds a thought
A piece of mind - a little feeling
A well of wisdom or bleed some blood
Everywhere I go
It’s always good to know
That I bring along
The fragments of a song
A rhyme and a reason - love tickles as the cause
A tune and a treason - passion and applause
I’ll drum it to ya - I’ll scream it from my heart
I just want to move ya - to blow you off the charts
I am not in oposition
We are on the same side
And I am making the decision
To bring it out in the open wide
Everywhere I go
It’s always good to know
That I bring along
The fragments of a song
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3. |
Cowboys
06:33
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These are not the yellow pages
They are blueprints of my beating heart
This ain’t no book of revelation
This is just a new and better start
Is it a trip, are we firming the grip, time to drop the disguise
Lash of my whip, and you will skinny dip, stay afloat or deep fry
From my lip to my hip, there’s a freudian slip, big fucking fat lies
Together we clip, like two tortilla chips and then we’re breaking the tie
We are not the L.A. Lakers
This is not a rebound as they say
Maculate the walking papers
You and I we will carve out a way
Is it a trip, are we firming the grip, time to drop the disguise
Lash of my whip, and you will skinny dip, stay afloat or deep fry
From my lip to my hip, there’s a freudian slip, big fucking fat lies
Together we clip, like two tortilla chips and then we’re breaking the tie
This is just a new and better start..
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4. |
Honk At Vern
04:16
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A driver learns that higways turns
And as I honk at Vern I take it higher
A boyfriend earns a cheek that burns
And as my fingers worm I take it higher
Well now I’m high I punch the sky - yeah yeah
Just taking it a little higher - yeah yeah
A hall of fame for every try
To grab myself a little bite, a little bite of your tire
You know I fall in love so easily
And that I only want to be your bumblebee
In order to achive maximum identifiabilaty
A diver does it in the sea, oh yeah
He’s out to locate octopussy
And she ain’t where she aught to be
So now a diver starts to worry, please hurry
Well now I’m high.. You know I fall in love..
Firefighters slide a pole
Pokerplayers try to cool it
Got no Bootsie, got no soul
Honk at Vern and then I lose it
You honk at Vern and then you
You honk at Vern and then you lose it
You've lost
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Discoball
04:49
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Let’s reduce the dancefloor into steamy sticky things
Beholder of the discoball - keepers of no sense at all
Let’s declare a hot war as we feel the spotlight sting
Strip the rubber off my walls - dive into the discoball
In a downward spin the 2 becomes a one
In a downward spin - Into everything
My groove is tight and my heels are high
You are my queen I will amplify
You see the vinyl curling up to my hips
You start to panic and you reach for the switch
In a downward spin the 2 becomes a one
In a downward spin - Into everything
Going down - spinning round and round and round
Your pants have lost a leg
Your shirt it starts to beg
I tip my cap and I give you the eye
Those leather chaps were meant to FLY
In a downward spin the 2 becomes a one
In a downward spin - the 2 the 2 the 2 yeah
In a downward spin the 2 becomes a one
In a downward spin - Into everything
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The Weatherman
04:17
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Is it a crime to steal back what is mine
When all I do is drink your wine
I am your boy and I’ll be your toy
And as a jukebox needs a dime
You got some guts to unleash my love
I’ll drag the sun from the above
A little hot but what the hell
I’m into deep so bye bye baby
I’m pluggin my bass and I am losing a phrase
Just want to rub it in your face
I grab your thigh and I wave goodbye
I’m playing badly all the while
You float in my bay but you don’t fool me no way
Just want to make it out ok
When looking from my point of view
The bones you chew are turning black blue
Let’s get together
Forever and ever
Let's change the weather baby
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Cosmonks Denmark
Out of Denmark with roots back to 1992 and a passionate love for blistering rock. Throwning in some pop, punk, melodic, surfish and desert elements. Bass, guitar and drums, playful harmonies, some horns and a lot of hammond lately. Morten plays bass and guitar and sings most of the leads. Thomas play drums and sing backing. Kristian plays guitars and sing backing. Kim plays hammond / rhodes ... more
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