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Seollaeim (설레임)
04:29
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Ocean Song
03:49
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OCEAN SONG
Thinking of you
I want to see the seaweed dance
A secret show for one
Want to hear those sounds
Those whispered words that I won’t know
But there are cartoons in my head
And ropes of plastics noodles
Have me tied down to the chair
To where I can’t do a thing
To where you can’t do a thing
Sleeping till noon
I want to hear your creeping steps
And not just in my head
While on the other side
I want to see the mainland strike
I want to see a war
So that it may drive you near
But the birds drop from the sky
And there’s nothing we can do
No, there’s nothing we can do
Thinking of you
There are cartoons inside my head
How I wish there’d be a war
But I guess I’m being selfish
I guess I’m just that way
And the only thing that’s getting in the way is everything
Making it to where I can’t do a thing
To where you can’t do a thing
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WHEN ALL IS SAID AND DONE
AT THE END OF THE NIGHT
Strong like poison, as sure as death
Sleep comes only twice a week
Strong like poison, as sure as death
Reaching out in the night, never grab a thing
And the cold night air wraps tight around your skin
Like a leather glove or tender kiss
Standing by the window, waiting for a sign
Everybody’s frightened day by day
Brushing off the stranger in the night
That which you don’t know will eat your mind
It’s a man’s best friend, or so I’ve heard
But one couldn’t tell from the expression on your face
Strong like poison, as sure as death
Getting in the way of your experience
Getting by on only ‘good enough’
Everybody’s frightened day by day
Learn to sing the hymns of nostalgia
Nevermind the fact that there is more
Learning to embrace what you don’t know
Your very own trip into the end of the night
Mother, mother…hold me tight
Sing me songs that everybody knows
I can’t shake this strong feeling of fear
Hold me till the end of the night
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Kokeshi Doll
04:07
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KOKESHI DOLL
Armistice
All the money’s gone
Let’s talk things through
Like the red bricks waiting in the wall for the hoisted rag –
It’s demolition time!
Should we sit around, or should we strike?
I look, and they perceive
They desire all the movements
Of a man seen running down the street
Turn the corner – hesitate
What’s beyond the sea?
Riding on an anchor with a spoon inside your shoe
Just in case you change your mind
K-girl on a bench
She always takes one by surprise:
Everything will turn out fine
Always happy – happy people!
Grab your spoon and go
The time has come
Pack your skin inside a suitcase
The man comes ‘round again
He desires all the clarity
Of a man strolling down the street
Turn the corner – hesitate
What’s beyond the sea?
Xylophone: exposed rib cage tune
Played by beaks of bluebirds
The man comes ‘round again:
Efficiently, doubt and the infection of patience
welcome me with open arms.
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PARANOIA MAN IN A HOUSE OF SCUM
I’ve created a new image of you today
The active hands inside my skull sculpt a new hated figure of clay
A hated face
Though in the corner
The disembodied voices speak –
an actual, physical manifestation of reality
Struggling with this effigy –
Tied to a tree and set on fire!
About 1700 miles,
Four hours
Whether measured in time or in space
Distance is the catalyst for imagination
The thin line between reality and imagination is blurred
Wired by adrenaline
<pitter-patter-pitter-patter>
This mind runs wild…
The skin melts off your face
The eyes inside your skull are different than before
Always running to the hole that’s yelled into
But the lungs are filled with sand
And so the body just swells up
And sleep ain’t cheap
And the bottle doesn’t do a fucking thing
The axis of confrontation must have been disoriented
Somewhere down the line…
Now I lay me down to sleep
Everything will be all right
But still, will I be had?
Will the fool stand in the corner
With his head hung down in shame?
With his head between his knees
Should’ve gone with your first instinct
You should’ve been a man
A cop with his stick
Look over your shoulder
You should’ve been a man
And always sleep with one eye open…
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A.N.S. San Diego, California
A.N.S. is a side solo project of Adolf NS. His other bands and solo music include Raygun Circus and Cori Celesti. He has
also played in other bands, including Street of Little Girls, Tactical Fever, and others.
For more information about his other bands, solo music, and more, visit:
rayguncircus.com
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A.N.S. recommends:
The Treachery of Truth
by Raygun Circus
New band by Adolf NS (2012 - present).
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The Mandorla Device
by Cori Celesti
Solo music recorded by Adolf NS between 1997 and 2003.
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Pretty Songs To Smother Your Ugly Babies To
by The Marauding Band of Cut-Throats
Band consisting of Adolf NS, Brian Long, and Carrie Gillespie (2002-2004).
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