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Halo Holiday
03:13
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I am a glide bomb and I am diving
And it is awesome
The way I’m spending my holiday
I think I’ve got some, something inviting
Please come and have some
Instead of standing in my way
Two stories different, can’t tell the difference
Blood on the pavement
Don’t wanna wait ‘till another day
Stuck in basement. It’s my own basement
And it’s a hot hole
And yet I call this holiday
Awaiting impact. Nomore descending
But still it’s awesome
The way I’m spending my holiday
Soon it is over and I am grateful
But still I got some
And you keep standing in my way
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Road Moves
03:12
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Goodmorning sun that shines
I whispered in your ear
I sneak up from behind
And wipe away your tear
You can take me for a ride
A ride into the wave
Swallowed by the tide
Together chained as slaves
Speak the words I long to hear
Touch this soul of mine
Heading for the last frontier
Can you brake me
Goodmorning sun that shines
I whispered in your ear
I sneak up from behind
And wipe away your tear
Speak the words I long to hear
Touch this soul of mine
Heading for the last frontier
Can you brake me
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Lust For Longboats
05:35
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Anything lost can be found again
except for time wasted
Everything dies but it all depends
on how it once tasted
Battles and boats picture my dreams
The smell of fear is so real
Inbred but born with a proud ancient gene that won’t remain concealed
Beyond the ability to normalise - Asleep while wide awake - I’m watching the streets with my bloodshot eyes
Ignoring the chances I take
I’m longing for longboats - I’m longing to stray - To journey further on - So sad yet so happy - I must sail away
To search behind the sun
Blazing with glory I smell only red
My corpse has been replaced
Familiar sensation I feast upon dread
My turn to seize the day - Mixing a drink of my own special blend
The fungus turn me on
Revealing the visions I can’t comprehend The tales of a past long gone
This is not a drill
I need someone to kill
I lust for longboats
Dragonheads and sails
I lust for longboats
With a mighty sail that’ll sail me away
To conquer the unknown - To rape to slaughter and to loot - I rape monks and nuns and hound dogs with guns - But still I’m just an inbred viking son of a gun - But I’m trying so hard to hang on to my nun - Mushroom clouds in my head - Fungus in my rum - I’m just trying to be someone
Triumphant days
with my sword and shield
My leatherskull’s steaming
My lungs were made to cry victory
I want to dream again
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Standard Procedures
04:20
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Watch the changes in this face
Use it as a mirror
Words are turning visual
They’re becoming clearer
In the corner of my eye it begins again
A whole new world is taking form
Ready to descent
Observe in silence when I act
Open wide and swallow
Watch the mirror face the fact
Behind the mask you’re hollow
You try to change you rearrange
You try to make it work
And in the end you realize
You’re a fucking jerk
In the corner of my eye I see the curtain fall
So this is where I turn to anything at all
Freddie was just a monk. He heard only bells ringing in his head. The funny notes made him flunk. The choir stopped singing. They’re counting blue. Anything comes to those. The Cosmonks in afterburn inhaling Donnys doze. Petting his private parts. Roaring to the gods. Graceland at dinnertime. Grace eternally rotting. Rodgers and Hammerstein still remembering Lily Marlene in rhyme. You are my bloody rose. I long for you. I wanna open you up. I wanna dive into. I’m not straight up. I heal. I heal. I cover up all the bones of you that I steal. You’re my thing. And I wanna be a little tiny thought in your head. I wanna crawl inside of you. And feel what you’ve got. What have you got? Nothing. I don’t see anything there. I see nothing but the whore in your face. And I wanna kill you. I wanna rape you. I want to slaughter your ass. Motherfucker...
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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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