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  • Horses
    Horses Soft is the night further on across the river tearing at the seams it's lost/ behind the dawn. Last night he dreamt of horses but all their legs were broken. The Rainman's coming home. Dream no 33 making love to Lulu. Golden years, heavenly bouquets. Sixty bridges to cross ahead (made of sugar-free dessert) and live a life in tattered psychedelic furs. There’s a heat wave and the ice machines don't seem to work like a stubborn pain and a softer touch that comes and goes. Some air to breath, an itch to scratch just dip your cup deep in the punch and take a sip to help you tranquilize your mind. Through the glass panes playboy posters smeared with glycerine just a soft touch and the walls all turn to plasticine. Some air to breath, an itch to scratch just dip your cup deep in the punch and take a sip to help you tranquilize your mind. Beside the blinking traffic lights where marble statues once stood some hobo is trying to set the snow on fire. Scented tissues, lonely girls lying on their feather beds they touch themselves embarassed in psychedelic furs.
    mylonojr 00:04:32 246 0 Downloads 0 Comments
  • Winter Song
    Winter Song Hoem Recording
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  • By the Numbers
    By the Numbers Backing Vox: Vesna Barlas Special FX: Dejan Krasić I've tried to fake it all along and do it by the numbers. The urge inside my head is wrong that's what they say. The heat inside this slum is strong I'm stalking in the middle. All second thought already gone. I'm walking in the shade. I've tried to fake it all along and do it by the numbers. The urge inside my head is wrong that's what they say. The heat inside this slum is strong I'm stalking in the middle. All second thought already gone. I'm walking in the shade. In the shade, Im walking. (x3) I'm walking in the shade. In the shade - I spell the words I spit the number In the shade - I curse at smiles I cannot see. In the shade - I spell the words I spit the number In the shade - I curse at smiles I cannot see. I'm walking in the the shade, in the shade. (x2) Lost in the shades, I could break it down to make it pay. All the world's ablaze 'cause you don't mind, you don't care. In the shade, Im walking. (x3) I'm walking in the shade.
    mylonojr 00:03:44 197 0 Downloads 0 Comments
  • Spooky
    Spooky Backing Vox: Vesna Barlas Drums/Guitar Part: Dejan Krasić I'm stranded in a world of endless needs weeping, breathing in. Silent words are coming out of me and sink before they cease to exist. They strike me out, then drag me around when all I want to do is stay here, stay here and be. I'm stranded in a world of endless needs weeping, breathing in. Silent words are coming out of me and sink before they cease to exist. I sweat in the cold I freeze in the summer heat. Hiding in the limelight of being what I could not be. Laughing at the fools that bang the drum I'm floating out of reach humming songs of love and hate and scowling at the weak. And then I send out smiles to feed their needs hoping that they could forget hoping that they kneel. I'm stranded in a world of endless needs weeping, breathing in. Silent words are coming out of me and sink before they cease to exist.
    mylonojr 00:06:27 234 0 Downloads 0 Comments
  • Time to Heal
    Time to Heal Lyrics by mR_rAIN Vox: Sophie Tristesse, mR_rAIN Backing Vox: Sophie Tristesse She bites her knuckles in despair and scurries out the door. She knows it's time, she's past her prime, time to heal time to move on. Let the mornings come, let the mornings go. She forgets then she remembers who's to cry and who's to blame 'cause there's someone out there waiting, someone waiting just for her. Let the mornings come, let the mornings go. And her tiny yellow i-pod on her bed is playing Bach tonight. And the sample perfume bottles in the loo are by Coco Chanel. Let the mornings come, let the mornings go. Early morning-lack of passion, withered hopes-distorted moans, the truth is revealing-healing. Early morning-muffled passion, as you're walking past the doors, the looks are obscene-obscene. Just one more lonely night you're walking past the neon suns, the signs are revealing. Try one more time on the other side and purr on your floral bed staring at the ceiling, you're healing. He's moving out, moving in, walls come crumbling down. Spare another sob for him, move your hips, fake it right. Just one more lonely night to sob alone, the stars won't shine the signs are revealing. Just open wide, turn the other side and moan on his water bed staring at the ceiling-you're healing.
    mylonojr 00:05:05 422 0 Downloads 0 Comments
  • Hotel Room
    Hotel Room Inspired by Zvonko Karanovic's poem "U Hotelskoj Sobi"
    mylonojr 00:04:35 241 0 Downloads 0 Comments
  • Blues for the Dewdrop (Bikini for Baby)
    Blues for the Dewdrop (Bikini for Baby) Based on Zvonko Karanovic's poem: "Bikini for Baby, Blues for the Dewdrop".
    mylonojr 00:06:13 278 0 Downloads 0 Comments
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