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christone bartener - godthavn town كلمات أغنية

beside the noisy streets in h_ll the science meets the shame
sadness causes the laughter. no one cares about its name
in battles of freezing cold rats around the thrash barrel
i am circulating as the sinking cruiser

all of the fallen angels ate their fill with taste of rain
homeless chester cruelly beaten. grey lice eating moldy brain
even the god and satan quit forgot their quarrel
they’rе both laughing. i am dodging like a loser

below thе bl__dy clouds in h_ll you have to lie to live
deep sleep came upon all men. the poor ones teach you how to give
spreading hatred and despair. while the city sleeps
i am looking for a safe and quiet corner

in the filling station bathroom, the slaughtered buffalo screams
“it’s not easy to fight nature so take off my black worn jeans”
fire in the next club, obscenities on screens
i feel fine – just like a goner

i’m dreaming ‘bout escape to the godthavn town

inside the drunken bar in h_ll the tasmanian devils’ drug
is kaliningrad bourbon drinking on a prayer rug
gazing into the mirror in the bottom of the mug
i am looking for an aphrodite in foam
the community hawkers scrounging ‘neath the pickup truck
the milkmaids of lombardy bringing ‘em some evil luck
listening to the tw_ng of empty bottles in rucksack
i’m wasting on drink my last ticket home

around the rainy park in h_ll the granny ladyboy
by reciprocating motion coming to rainbow grandson
“have ya ever been in heaven or have ya ever done
something lovely sweatheart?” _ he asked in this chapter

the crushed broad_snouted caiman and the northern chinese boar
cleaning aniline leather shoes behind a liquor store
they smelled wench like a raven, started playing with her bone
she forgot ‘bout prison ring shortly thereafter

i want to spend my life in the godthavn town

outside the hobo dens in h_ll, mamuna hunts old maids
crossdresser crumbles castoreum into weathered incense
strzyga turns to congealed tar, id dyed hair of flamens
i sit and listen… passionate lovers sighing

throughout the asphalt jungle the urinated vagrant sails
mothers on acid funk they’re waiting for an allowance
sitting on a corner scr_ping ash out from my nails
i am looking at the high_school love birds dyin’
between the turquoise blocks in h_ll, hundreds of pigeons died
i’m fishing in the garbage, feeling rotten but unripe
back pages are my presence – future’s stolypin’s necktie
give me booze, if you wanna fulfill me

all good friends have turned their backs and only losers give advice
it makes me wanna burn down all the rainbows in the skies
was that mirror reflection of my eyesight in your eyes
or else you really wanna k!ll me?

- christone bartener

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