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First Grade Marathon
02:33
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Am I wrong?
‘Cause I saw the dust falling down on me and all I did was to check if you’re still safe and sound.
Oh god am I wrong?
“Don’t get comfortable” is all you said. “It’s not running that kills but coming to a sudden halt wrinkles all your bones, melts the skin and cuts the air.”.
So I’m standing at the finish line, wave and shout your name.
Tell me when you’re done hiding all your inner demons from me, I’m only hitting concrete wherever I dig. Oh, please forgive me, I always tried my best to fit in. It’s just too complicated to understand. Loosen my neck, shrink the length of my legs – there’s no light in looking down.
Please forgive me if I’m wrong.
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Needles
03:01
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Stitch our bodies together and hope we’ll both keep running ‘till our legs wear down, try to find each other. And all you’re gonna see are the threads hang loose, tangling from our skin.
There’s beauty in the way you think, I feel greedy for every word you speak.
Still I wonder what you’ll think of me, will you take what you can see?
My parents taught me that true love lives and breathes. So I’m willing to believe in one last dying dream. I am done with wondering, I am done with wandering alone without you. I think I found my matching seam.
Pierce the needles through our skin, scratch the colours from our face: I am not afraid, that’s easy to say. Have you ever wondered about what makes us dream? ‘Cause I have and I’m not sure if it’s enough to please.
Have you ever wondered about what makes us dream? I’m pretty sure it won’t change a thing.
I will stick on you if you’ll stick on me. I will carry you if you’ll carry on.
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Tristan Da Cunha
03:11
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Standing, but leaning - wounded, still steering.
I have lost before I found. When we spit in each other's mouth will we fix what we forgot about? Constantly running uphill, feet buried in the sand.
Drifting, I'm parting, counting the hours, the weeks and the months; a scythe in its shed.
Drifting, I'm parting in this constant December I'm losing my senses.
I'm doing just fine. For what is ours to keep, I ignore all but me. I'll try to figure it out, please bear with me.
Break me, break my isolation.
Cave my ribs, teach me confidence.
I have lost before I found. When we spit in each other's mouth will we fix what we forgot about? Constantly running uphill, feet buried in the sand.
Drifting, I'm parting, counting the hours, the weeks and the months; a scythe in its shed.
Drifting, I'm parting in this constant December
Standing, but leaning - wounded, still steering.
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Forellenzucht
03:13
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Und du schweigst, denn nichts was du denkst lohnt gesagt zu werden.
Hier gibt es kein zurück, hier renkt sich nichts mehr ein.
Lass endlich los.
Denn wenn das alles schon längst nicht reicht bricht der Boden unter dir ein.
Die Hände verkrampft. Kratzt nervös den Lack vom Holz, starrst verloren auf deinen Stolz.
Ein Scheitern folgt dem Nächsten, Erinnerungen helfen hier nicht weiter.
Alles was hier wechselt ist dein Schatten von Tür zu Tür.
Frag dich doch bitte noch einmal, kennst du deine Grenzen?
Denn die Mauern dieser Stadt wachsen sicher nicht für dich.
Du starrst und du schweigst, verbrenn die Erde bevor du gehst.
Tausend Dank, aber ich komme nie wieder zurück.
Ein letzter Satz, ein letzter Sprung – vergesst mich nicht.
Es liegt an euch wann wir uns sehen.
Ein letzter Satz: Vergesst mich nicht.
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Somersault
03:57
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Like dots we seem connected when only distance counts. But we will never meet, we will never touch. There's a dagger in your gist. Birth won't matter as dirt won't bleed, hate will shatter as our hearts still beat.
I want this, I want this: Death to all indifference.
I want this to end.
I will never understand the pride of ignorance.
All of this is covered in our father's ashes.
Can you recognize the view?
I guess everything given and built, can be taken away.
I guess every shining light, can fade with the blink of an eye.
I will never understand the pride of ignorance.
Is this humanity? Is this what we've signed up for?
I keep waiting for salvation, I will never stand with you.
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Simple Things
04:04
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It's safe to say I'm torn.
For every moment missed, for every word unsaid, I've learned enough. Still every inch of my body feels ill and unprepared.
As the pendulum swings I swim between the peaks
Try to give it all, run to shape my highs
disintegrate in whole, bursting up in flames,
Just for the cause.
‘I have to make a change’ carved into my chest, when the best I can do is try to stay afloat.
How can I move mountains with these crippled limbs?
Tell me how I can abandon this.
Some days I embrace the pettiness that's me, swallow and ignore.
Responsibility is nothing but a word in a foreign tongue I’m willing to forget.
Catch me smile as you are passing by. Everyone seems to have find their way and soon will I.
With arms held high I think I’m alright.
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Belka Hamburg, Germany
R.I.P.
Screamo/Post-Hardcore band from Hamburg, Germany.
Contact:
belkapunx at riseup dot net
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