The days are preposterous
My longing is absurd
My arms have lengthened
Reaching to the nod
The meaning of all this grief - congee to my precious shoes
My heart sank into those heals
And as they died in a ditch, so did my weal
I'll drink salty water
Damn and bemoan the day I left my shoes to die on Prenzlauer Allee
I walked away
Incite to sorrow
After my shoes, my feet, my toes, my rotten tricks
The meaning of this decree - farewell to my precious shoes
I'll kick up my heels
My shoes died in a ditch and so did my weal
credits
from MELoDROM,
released November 22, 2004
gostujoči glasbenik: Matjaž Poravne - violina
supported by 4 fans who also own “Prenzlauer Allee”
"Hey, what ya listenin' to?"
"Oh, just B̵͕͌u̴͕͋ļ̴͑l̸̠̃u̶̜̍g̷̗̋ ̶̢̈G̶͉̐e̸̙͊g̴͜͝b̷̯͋u̸̞̿g̸͖̋ ̶̦̀Ḯ̴̞b̸̟̈́g̸̜͝ȁ̶͚b̷͎̽i̴̱̎u̵̲̽g̵̡̽ ̵̠̽Ǵ̷̜i̵̙͑x̶̗̾c̵̰͑ȕ̷͔r̴͇͆e̸̖͝ ̴̲͌D̸̗̓ȧ̷̩g̷̢̍ā̶͔b̵̜̈́ċ̵̖i̷̛̻e̷̅ͅa̶̧̾ ̸̰̃F̵̹̄u̷͛ͅì̷͓c̵̦̓."
"Haha, w-w-what the fuck?" verymashedpotatoes
supported by 4 fans who also own “Prenzlauer Allee”
This is a heavy, epic, and relatively raw EP sandwiched in between two much more polished and accessible big budget albums. Highly enjoyable but probably not the first MBR record to start with. dharmalogos