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From Phatogram's upcoming LP, Nightlife.

More Phantogram available here: http://amzn.to/oaewla


dont move // phantogram

Kuns is edel, Kuns is Boos, Kuns is nogdans skadeloos!! 
Kind van sonde, Kind van Troos! Oooowwwwwww

Koos Kombuis-Liefde uit die oude doos

Dinner with the Killer

Tonight is not a night for strong words, or whiskey spills
Laying on the heartbreak of the floor
I was a dreamer, one of those revolutionary screamers
I was just that guy

I said no to the Killer – inviting me for dinner
If you believe in God, I’m off to the land of sinners
Dinner with the Killer
He said that I could fly
You’re not a revolutionary, until you die

Shattered glass, bloody ears
Table's set host sitting with shears
First silence then dark turn red and blue
Colour collector come – you can kiss my fist
That’s what a revolutionist is

I said no to the Killer – inviting me for dinner
If you believe in God, I’m off to the land of sinners
Dinner with the Killer
He said that I could fly
You’re not a revolutionary, until you die.

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Dinner with the Killer

Phantogram Mouthful of Diamonds (The Jackals Remix)

In The Twilight

track we made impulsively in studio....chop it up remix it and do what you want, when you done send the version to us at dieheuwels@gmail.com and it might make it onto our sophomore album! deadline is end of jan 2011!

Die Heuwels Fantasties - Onbeplan (a capella)

Zinkplaat's song for the Sanlam Sing 'it lyrics writing competition, presented by LitNet. 

The lyrics were written by Dawid Schalk van Vuuren. 

Zinkplaat - Klink asof ons stories is

A fansong for Abigail Hobbs from NBC's Hannibal. A great show and a great character.

Music&Lyrics (C) me, PhemieC.

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LYRICS
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With closed eyes I
see the knife slide
faith born in lies
you empathize

but I know what the monster looks like
I have kept his belly full
I know what the hunter fears
We're always hunted in our souls
I know what the monster looks like
My reflection tells me, so
special I expire daily
dime a dozen dark haired doe

Devils talk from both my shoulders, always othered, faded, cold
patiently my founding fathers hide my faults and fill my bowl
Picnic for three, my guardians and me 
one thinks that he's a killer and the other made me tea
A monster and a madman and a doctor in psychology

leather and fur
use and honor
each part of her
but when's my turn?

Is this what a family feels like?
With closed eyes, I see it all
the gutting hand, the cup of trust, 
the doleful eye, the chilling touch, 
the tailored suits, the scarf tied tight
my noose and I in the headlights

Devils talk from both my shoulders, who to trust and must I choose?
Understand, my founding fathers, what to honor, what to use
I bleach my bones and tan my hide, I braid my hair and eat my pride
I hammer my nails and hold my tongue, but it wont be enough, tonight.

Funeral for five, my guilt, my guile, my guardians and I


Guardians

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