Name: Bad Communication by Mas Amazonas
Duration: 1 min 29 s
Description: MADNESS RECORDED JAN-APR 2013 IN ILIDZA, SARAJEVO

Lyrics:

Here come the junkie wives
Silent looks, distorted lives
The holy bell goes on
The same sad song
All-day long

They sit and watch TV
What's on the screen, they'll never see
She's so alone
In the bank, she takes a loan
So she can buy herself a nice, pretty, home

They move just like the thieves
They fall just like the leaves
And then; forgotten, in the ground
Like the tiniest sound
In a small cold town

One single syllable
Could be enough to kill it all
But who, who talks, dares to kill?
Only the ill can kill
Only the ill can't talk

I think I'll take a walk
Down my dark and lonely path
When I get home I'll take a bath
To wash away the madness from my mind
Who knows what I will find?

Here Come the Junkie Wives

Lyrics:

Franz Ferdinand
Good night to you
Good morning world war
Franz Ferdinand
Your cousin Crown Prince Rudolf
Killed himself
Life was just a parking spot
The universe a parking lot

Rodion Raskolnikov
Don't push your luck
There's blood on the rug
Rodion Raskolnikov
I'm inside your eye
Please, don't say goodbye
The days will fill your lungs with rain
The blood will leave a nasty stain

Mom and Dad
You are the worst kids
That I never had
Mom and Dad
Soon I'll be normal
But then I'll be mad
I'm paradox personified
And so is the world to the left, to the right

Dear Christopher
I thought we were friends
But then you took off
Dear Christopher
I hope that you're well
But you won't see me no more
You threw me down from the roof off your heart
It hurts in my legs and to walk is quite hard

Franz Ferdinand's cat
You are the worst cat
That i never had
Rodion Raskolnikov
I thought we were friends
But then you took off
Life was just a parking spot
The universe a parking lot
The days will fill your lungs with rain
The blood will leave a nasty stain
In your brain, in your brain
On the rug, in your brain
Then we'll hide in plain sight
In my brain, it's not right
Nothing is right, nothing is wrong
In plain sight, in your brain
In your book, in my song

Paradox Personified

Lyrics:

You are the morning dew
The little bird who flew
Early from it's nest this Saturday morning
For you, I am eerie glue
You're the little girl who threw the glue
Away to become somebody forgotten

By the river in your face
The sound of waves in your ears
In this process where those sounds
Become tears, blood, spit, and fear

It's hard to tell how deep it goes
How long it floats
But in this age of solitude
You take a guess, moving on

You are my missing shoe
The little bird that flew
Early from its nest this Saturday morning
You, i'll love you all night through
Little girl who threw my shoe
Away to become somebody rotten

We're beggars in the sand
Just kids in a foreign land
Take it from a man
Who do not understand the sound of silent tongues

The air of secret lungs
It cares about your loaded guns
But you do not, you don't care
At all about the air that once was mine

You girl, I love you
I loved you as you flew
Early from my bed this Saturday morning
Hey, you do not love me do you
Little girl who broke my bones
You broke my bones to become somebody new
Somebody forgotten, somebody rotten
Somebody old

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CdkqqqFirnQ

Saturday Morning (Age of Solitude)

Lyrics:

dagmar, dagmar
she's burying children tonight
dagmar, dagmar
stares at the boy child who died
in her arms

silence, silence
it's spelled with the look in their eyes
waves clasp, waves clasp
in the moment of the new borns goodbyes
angels cry

blue sheets, blue sheets
covering the lit up windows
inside, inside
she's wondering if all the screaming shows
in her eyes

Dagmar

Floorbored

Lyrics:

timid me is afraid
of what might be
of me if he loves
her, doves in my
head, i thee wed
out of all that were
when we weren't dead
now the rain pours down
and all that i dread, the stain
on your white wedding gown
is darkening the light in the lost
that i found, no longer around

in the dark of a bark
from a dog on a stalk
in the park in love
with the girl in the morgue
the wood in the veins
of two logs, from one tree
might share the same pains
but were never meant to be
together, happy, in love

so says she, as she puts on
her glove, but the weather
is singing a different song
with it's voice from above
i'd never let go of the wind
though it's gone, though so
is the sun, but i remember
dear sapphire, i'm your lover
your son, forget me not
how it shun in early september

i remember how it shun
the sun in early september

In the Dark of a Bark

Lyrics:

i lied to you
i don't deserve
the blue in your eyes
the dream of your thighs
lies bare in the beams
of the sun we see rise
in a memory far away
of a lost love that cries
out our names for reprise
and the charms of its games
is limited by it's arms
too short to reach
the soft sand on the beach
too long to feel itself
to know if it is real or an elf
from a tale long ago

children wail
roses grow
below the sky
from the white in the snow

Lost Love

Written by Jerry Leiber and Phil Spector.

Lyrics:

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
It is a special one, it's never seen the sun
It only comes out when the moon is on the run
And all the stars are gleaming
It's growing in the street right up through the concrete
But soft and sweet and dreamin'

There is a rose in Spanish Harlem
A red rose up in Spanish Harlem
With eyes as black as coal that looks down in my soul
And starts a fire there and then I lose control
I have to beg your pardon
I'm goin' to pick that rose and watch her
As she grows in my garden

Bad Communication

Mas Amazonas

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