i'd shave my face into clark gable's
but i wouldn't be at my best
i do my talking at coffee tables
i like a setting sun in the west
now don't you hate it when
people are not what they seem
i love it when
water doesn't turn into steam
my breed is a melancholy one
i'm skinny and slow with a hairy chest
i only want the hole in one
i like a setting sun in the west
now don(t you hate it when
you waste your brain playing games
i love it when
people just sound like their names
i try to open my red blue eyes
always on time at least
i like my songs alphabetized
i like a rising sun in the east
now i love it when
night falls on hoboken
it will fall again,
truer word was never spoken
My friends kill my folks in front of me
My friends kill my folks and I'm not even sorry
They say the line is thick between crying and crying
They say the line is thick between dying and dying
I hardly ever listen and I don't steer,
but I do hear, and I often peer
at the features of man Through my glasses,
through my pictures, and through their faces
It's the only thing that keeps me awake
Through some nights and all kinds of mornings
When you hate yourself, it's the mirror you break
You won't find ears that fit your earrings
I once was used to killing and double talking
I wasn't right and then not even smoking
So I know how it feels to hate your own guts,
and rest your sick ego on ifs and buts
and I don't see a light and I don't give a damn
I see your surface and I feel its thickness
and what I see from where I am
It's so obvious not seeing it is a sickness
you were talking to me
and looking at a monkey
feeding a monkey
fruit and bread
you know what: everybody dies
in august when no-one cries
or in someone's cruel cruel eyes
but we're not dead
i'd found a bug
in the water jug
it lay numb
on my thumb
i blew it away a
nd let it play
on the floor
at my door
which reminds me of us
smoking through the foreplay
this one is precious
i lit it on the runway
on a sunny sunny cold cold day
you came my way
two hundreds yards ahead
the orange men freaked out
whatever i remembered you'd said
was louder than a stranger's shout
out of the runway bus
the rabbits saw me stray
this one is dangerous
i lit it on the runway
i won't say the word but you know i'm fond of you
i don't need curtains and i don't need a view
but to cut you off my landscape, i don't either need cissors
don't ask questions when you don't wanna know the answers
between love and friends,
my choice is made, no offence
if you want me to be you man,
be a friend if you can
i'll play stark naked, if it's my desire
a sheer uniqueness is all that i require
from myself and from my days
whatever the cost, the story repays
between pride and success,
it's easy to guess
your servant will choose
to winnigly lose
everybody is family
hundreds of girls are quite alright for me
but i'm dumb enough to think i know what i must do
and week enough to always tell it too
between stay and go,
it's not hard to know
it's not even a choice,
it's my master's choice
i do not believe we've met before
or maybe in a darker place
maybe in a darker place
there's many people singing good songs
so many people singing true songs
so many people singing true songs
this is so not what i wanted
not what i wanted, so not what i wanted
this is what i have been waiting for
with my hand on my face
with my hand on my face
People take the time to
look back and forth
look back and forth
All songs by Andre Herman Dune