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My parents driving fast
The trees outside will cast
The shadows on my hands
I’m looking for my band
I’m steady like a rock
I’m serious not tough
I’m left here with no band
( In England )
My parents driving wild
Left me here on this road-side
My 7 years have passed
I’m growing tall at last
The faster that they drive
The slower i will die
I'm left here with no food
( In Redwood )
My love is easy and she bruise
The shadow on my shoes
Don’t know which road to choose
Well it seems i'm gonna lose
I’m steady like a rock
I’m serious not tough
I’m left here with no booze
In Redwood
(well, will you ever come back? no!
just leave it to me.. I will make.. I will make them stop)
The shaking trees outside
My brain will figure wild
I have no one to tell
I’m left here with no spell
The faster that they drive
The slower I will die
I'm left here with no food
In Redwood
My love ain’t easy and she bruise
The shadow on my shoes
If you don't know which road to choose
Well it seems I'm gonna lose
I'm steady like a rock
I’m serious not tough
I’m left here with no band
In England
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Apple Snake
04:38
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The feeling paralyze
An apple-snake don't try
Desire rose so high
I'm falling from the sky
A lesson to be taught
Desire's death and cost ( Inject fear in my thoughts )
The feeling rose so high
The snake did suck me dry, yeah
There's no eternal life
I won't fall for their lies
The feeling rose so high
I'm falling from the sky
( This world is made of news )
( This world is made of news )
( This world is made of news )
( This world is made of new made beds you cannot climb )
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Myth Or Logical Creature
03:02
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The Bird In America
03:33
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(This ship will never come your way)
Bird was seen
In the heart of America
Childish whims
Heats the heart of America
Low self-esteem
Beats the heart of America
But bird has wings
The heart of America
The heart of America
Mojique was seen
On his way to America
Let’s shoot our twin (t.v beams each kid in her area)
Lets swim to their area
On a ship with steams
(In childhood we’re connected through the screens)
I’m becoming a serial
But bird has wings
The heart of America
I’m in the heart of America
And child-fear played in magazines and t.v series
He was lost in dream
In the comfort of Alison
Let’s shoot our twin
Let’s swim to their area
Cause love could win
even the heart of America
The heart of America
(She’s) The heart of America
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Ghosts Ships
04:06
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Let’s dream of ships that are sailing their line
They might look dead ! yes !
But their audience blind
A bottle in note
A ship for a rhyme
The future is set when a girl flips her dime
You know the truth
But it ain’t too much fun
To see the end in things before they’ve even begun
A note in a bottle ! run and sleep In the shadow !
A bottle in note, you do killings of ghosts
Your future and past
Won’t leave you to rest
When worse comes to worst
Let’s do killings of ghosts
Seen and unseen humans change to machines
what can you do
Your race will turn to machines
Well brother I dine, with the ghosts of our time
While deep down her well
A girl flips her dime
You turn the wheel by the tongue
What can you do Capitan
It’s just that death met you young
Well brother, I dine with the ghosts of our time
While deep down her well
A girl flips her dime
A note in a bottle !
Run and sleep in the shuttle !
(Shadow)
A bottle in note you do killings of ghosts
The east and the west
Lost twins at their best
A Bottle of wine
With whom could i dine
A bottle in Note
A ship for a rhyme
While deep down her well
Girl flips her dime
Your future and past
won't leave you to rest
When worse comes to worst
Let's do killings of ghosts !
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Funeral Of The Elephant
03:44
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There goes another boy
One more white-collar-toy
His heels are flying black
We all know his heart will fail at last
There goes cold
One more cord
I have sold
There goes cold ( hold his bones )
One more cord ( Stand and mourn )
I have soul
Hold his bones ( There goes cold )
Stand and mourn ( One more cord )
Friend is gone ( Funeral )
There goes another boy
One more white-collar-toy
His figure made for fucks
Lord ! his heart will fail at last
There goes cold
One more cord
I have sought
Hold his bones ( There goes cold )
Stand and mourn ( One more cord )
Friend is gone ( Funeral )
There goes another girl
One of we cannot tell
Her songs a hidden chest
Lord, her heart’s not like the rest
( go baby go )
My mind will speak La Clair De Lune
( swing it boy )
Guess I'm the elephant in this room
My mind is weak La Clair De Lune
But love, don't break we'll get there soon
( All love must bow before the moon )
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Dragon's Bed
04:59
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( To slay the dragon use the magic sword ! argaoho*^ )
Look who crawls out of the blanket
A kid hides in the attic
My time to save this book I will
A change of Name and a dive right in
Tell me who hides behind your mirror?
A child you’ll ride tomorrow
You’re meeting your own future lad
Im falling out of bed.
Some storm flipped my sheets and my name now is dragon-water
I really tried to be their lover
None but the rain and air surround fruit tree
Some things an adult-human cannot see
A child hides in your mirror
The dragon ride tomorrow
Prepare to meet your future love
But she’s hiding up-above
The northern girl we met at shiver
Our young blood swimming in her river
She doubts us thinks were not her friend
Well friends don’t have to act the same
A child hides in your mirror
The dragon ride tomorrow
You’re missing your own future lad
I'm laughing out of bed
None but the rain and air surround fruit-tree
( child hides in your mirror, the dragon ride tomorrow
You're missing your own future lad. I'm laughing out of bed
)
A child hides in the mirror
The dragon ride tomorrow
You’re missing your own future, love
ah, I'm falling out of love
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Moon Gear Germany
Moon Gear is the dream machine project of Neta Polturak & Eilon Elikam.
Recorded in 2018 in Polturak's home studio,
Onto an old 4 track cassette recorder.
Berlin, Germany.
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