1. |
Brand New Skin
02:38
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got myself a brand new skin to live in
ran away from home so fast I just forgot where it was
I came here by bus I came here by train
there was a long dark flight through a long dark night
asleep in an aeroplane
I tell you I can`t remember my mother`s face
she never knew who my father was
all my boyfriends are dead and I burned all photographs
of their gallery of me
got no mother no father got no story to tell
the house was on fire when I ran away
so I got myself a brand new skin to live in
and fire walks with me even when I swim
and still I want to know everything
and yes I know it's still a long way to go
to be free
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2. |
A Night Of Seven Years
04:33
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3. |
Lost
04:11
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I was full of blood sweet like nectar it was so warm in the woods then
I learned to spread my legs, turn around to see
you and your shadow
now I don't want anything anymore
but an endless abundance of cigarettes
since this senselessness creepy-crawled inside
I'm nothing but eyes and a great desire
to find this thing that I have lost don't know when why what
but I need it desperately I go to the border and I cross it
with too much blood in my alcohol I sign a big deal
and I enter the woods again so deep so hot so full of blood so lost
mother, please give birth to me on the other side of the dark side
until this bright day arrives, and the saviour saves me
and we'll dance together free
I'm nothing, nothing but lost
desperately lost
with a smile on my lips a song in my heart and a skull in my pocket
I'm waiting for springtime, mother, for my senses and for my bones
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4. |
Paralyzed
06:32
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5. |
Gruesome
05:00
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oh, it's gruesome, my urge to do some
bad things, really, they use to cheer me
playing catch me in the shadow
shooting around the magic arrow
riding naked on the mechanical beast
open for all eyes to feast
while the fruits fall down, rotten
may turns into autumn
oh, it's gruesome, my urge to do some
bad things, really, they use to cheer me
playing catch me in the shadow
sucking fine bone marrow
riding naked on the mechanical beast
playing the mindless, departed, deceased
while the fruits fall down, rotten
may turns into autumn
oh, it's gruesome, my urge to do some
bad things, really, they use to cheer me
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6. |
Red Bag
03:10
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(...) you're so bored, it's really boring
in bed, you're fucking somewhere in your head
all this pornography might be a mistake (...)
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7. |
Off The Hook
03:50
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8. |
Sex, Drugs & Theory
08:10
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9. |
Relax, Baby
05:11
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there was an accident oh I remember
tattooed hands on a steering wheel a whiskey voice telling me
relax, relax, baby
that total loss of control still makes me shiver
that moment bright blue explosion
funny, I thought, how pretty
insect in amber fixed forever
a sleeping beauty lost in a memory
frozen in a moment
that total loss of control still makes me shiver
that moment bright blue explosion
funny, I thought, how pretty
there was an accident oh I remember
tattooed hands on a steering wheel a whiskey voice telling me
relax, relax, baby
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10. |
In The Trunk Of My Car
03:39
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11. |
The Moral
02:54
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The Real Hot Cologne, Germany
Kaye's powerful lyrics meet Frank Jag's creepy-crawling guitar sounds meet Butch 'Bazooka' Burns' Velvet Underground drums.
'The Real Hot' celebrate their name in every live performance, on their album and those to come.
upcoming shows are announced on www.the-real-hot.com
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