("german love songs und more!") Eriijk Ressler
headown
culture is so poetic
when you're on
the right narcotic
so much absorption
but i lack
the motivation
filthy waters
to navigate
with no preserver
'want to go under
want to go under?
'want to go under
indian yellow
indian yellow
paint it
indian yellow
suck on all you got
suck on all i got
taste and savor
exploit the cadaver
indian yellow
paint it
indian yellow
need a full belly
i’ve got lead belly
up in those hills
my spirit’s distilled
indian yellow
paint it
indian yellow
need to do
what you do
to do what you can
to get what you want
to get what you do
indian yellow
paint it
indian yellow
matador
common treasury
spread out before me
a positive litter
'till you eat the baby
wide pervasiveness
check for sadness
a flat-line screen
it's all the same thing
hide motivation
fake starvation
double or nothing
push the salvation
supernaturals are
ruthless
carnivores aren't toothless
it seems so pointless
where's the Romance?
heart, diamond, club, spade
what a happy thing
it is
a subtle poisoning
to be bound-up in your phlegm
the aperture is out
of wack
can't seem to focus
attracted to a blemish
you're good society
without job security
it fits your nature
i like to savor the
flavor
of the your institution
the queen of illusion
right hand has gone
numb
right mind has gone numb
you violate my character
beauty secret
i like my life
my life i like
no
no strife
i like my life
it's a wonderful
life
hard liquor for tonight
it's a wonderful life
hard liquor for tonight
colorful pills
girls my type
colorful pills
i like my life
my life i like
i like my life
my life i like
theme for a jackel
up all night, nervous
all day
the scenery's the same, there's no need to stay
bounced off the wall, smashed on the ground
colorful results, but no direction found
spitting at the face
of various gods
ignoring face value, it could be fraud
glorified ideals lost in the shuffel
i'd save the world, but it's too much trouble
sobriety's a bitch,
it's no way to live
you can push me all you want, but i won't give
liner traces from aftermath
i made it this far, i can only laugh
subdivided
wish fulfillment
'haven't got a cent
local subdivision
local subdivision
chronic insult
the surface of things
pure and perfect
i'm related
pause a second
skip a year
in and out
in and out
urge for truth
watch your speed
erotic matters
nothing matters
aftertaste
think about it
looking in
local subdivision
last one out
taste the flavor
of the institution
now spit it out
spit it out
forget distinctions
your extinction
now spit it out
spit it out
those special scents
it makes no sense
now spit it out
spit it out
spit it out
start-up
disenfranchised
no one wants my franchise
poor profit margin
the doors barely open
tasteless decor
tasteless decor
product cost too much
sells too little
a bad location
location location
minimum wagers steal
management abuses
a lack of security
won’t support retirement
won’t support retirement
my product taste stale
it’s all homogenized
inventory is expired
carbonation exhausted
employees exhausted
lack of freshness
produce is wilted
disenfranchised
no one wants my franchise
can’t afford the start-up
can’t afford a shutdown
13 decisions
oh memories
some memories
what memories
i lost my memory
sunny days
smog alert days
drunken mondays
grey and mundane
friend with television
love the television
yell at the television
‘got 13 decisions
novel life
life of novelty
blind to misery
it my be more dangerous
than any slain being
secure in habit
stubbornness of fact
your secrets are darker
than the shadow you cast
insufficiencies of
factual existence
for lack of opinion
a basic definition
fascination
in total indifference
from the black market
talking nonsense
up the temperature
by one degree
every ten minuets
when would you scream?
tea head
crawl in though the
back
charge high
when the speed is low
volume adjustment
lacks increments
so pointless
so careless
have such credence
buying excitement
promotion promotion
love the competition
on our backs
on our backs
on our backs
ciborium
give us a red
naugahyde
booth for two
back in the corner
away
from view
shun the limelight
shun the limelight
cozy red
naugahyde
booth for two
beige
pass speculation
close the curtains
let’s arrange
new documentation
commonplace condition
the police are neutral
lazy summer day
the criminals are neutral
despise those martyrs
filter their water
fragmented sentence
long-term penitence
commonplace condition
the police are neutral
lazy summer day
the criminals are neutral
accumulate waste
a way to richness
push the lead
pretend its gold
intro
tout le weekend et por moi
... and other various word ramblings:
Residue
Caskets
covered by American flags
objects of praise and tri-colored rags.
Residue
left from the act of subtraction
slippage within the perfect production.
The catwalk is high, flimsy and narrow.
The
burden of tradition....
an American hero.
Pursuits of this
Clandestine outreach speaks of a better environment. Couldn't you see the thoughts that flowed through me in which we laugh like bemused children caught in a game of hocus-pocus? As slave magicians, we dictate the ultimate meaning of life. Let us run into the twilight. Hidden from view, we play and drag down our worries. Ignite the city - sing and dance as it burns around us.
Sunbeam
Swimming
on ceramic tile
an inconvenient catastrophe.
Pursued by my own cadaver
a mingling of dread and ecstacy.
Situations exaggerated - an effect of a adequate strangeness.
We
all lose control...
cursed with consciousness.
Devises and doors
There
are many ways of perceiving.
We can see it this way or that.
What
I intend - IS.
What you perceive - IS.
My fictions my be true.
Your reality may be an illusion.
Rhetoric
can influence - but let us not be concerned now.
What counts is not what is, but your perception of - and the affect on us.
Vivaatatürk
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