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Fraudster
02:30
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FRAUDSTER
Nostalgia shirts and skinny pants of bands I never knew.Liked the design, bought on summer sale. I'm wondering what plugs to wear.
Can't figure out why corporate shit still sucks.Never got a tweed about that. Ain't got a clue why they call me fraud. To me those boots look pretty neat
With finest products my beard's well groomed. My mind is pure and gentrified. I'm so in love with irony. Weaseling through narcissism.
Can't figure out why my foodblog sucks. Never got a tweed about that. It's amazing what craft beer does to guilt. Politic's no agenda of mine. It has never been.
My vegan diet twice a month. WE DON'T LIKE YOU, BUT CAN WE BLAME YOU?
I care so much 'bout caring so little. WE DON'T LIKE YOU, BUT CAN WE BLAME YOU?
You're all hamsters, spray-painted on a wall. WE DON'T BLAME YOU, BUT THIS ONE LIKES YOU.
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Ex Parrot
03:28
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EX PARROT
Like crawling on broken glass she's making her way back home.
Through the ashes of a future past. Tared and feathered for the whole village to see. Wearing her grudge like a medal
Can't stare at this hollow eyes anymore
Trapped in a flooded dark room
And she's choking on that dream.
A wet match unable to ignite.
She knows dying is thirsty work.
Evil lurks behind these doors.
Endless days in the right angle
Raging seas of efficiency
She's sitting here like patience on a monument
Decides to put it upside down… for better or worse.
If you've been there you know the score.
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Everything Sticks
03:05
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EVERYTHING STICKS
The air is shimmerin‘ in the heat. Ice cubes can’t keep a decent drink cold.
Car tires squealing’, followed by screams.
Their nerves were all on edge.
The asphalt’s cracked wide open
Like the skull they stare upon.
Their nerves were all on edge.
These streets are paved with bones.
Blood’s boiling. There's outbursts. And fights.
A scent of violence in the air tonight.
Medication fails. Brain malfunction.
He’s screamin’ at the top of his lungs.
She’s at the end of her tether.
And she is pacing the floor.
She is all worked up.
He’s all wired up.
So where’s my dark grey sky?
Where is my thunder roar?
Never ever let ‘em know you’re scared.
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Dim Prospects Vienna, Austria
Dim Prospects is a punk/hc band from Vienna/Austria. The six members have been active, partly together, in various bands in
the last 20 years such as Target of Demand, Those Who Survived the Plague, Knallkopf, Cyruss or Brambilla, just to mention some of them.
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