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Retired Sportswatch
03:49
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Subway
05:57
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Moonlit Planetarium
03:48
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The Campsite
04:31
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Bulldozer crickets
Screaming like children
The heat is heavy at the campsite
Where families of human sealions
Lie on hot rocks
Roasting their eyeballs
In their shiny red faces
Whose idea is to blame
For this household exodus
Kitchenettes with foreign food
And campers on wheels of exploited fortune
Life is low and almost apocalyptic
At the campsite
It's hard to imagine
That these self claimed inhabitants
Have build cities
And cultivated history
In a rich and fascinating fashion
Now they seem nothing more
Than an extinct kind of primate
That learned to use plastic utensiles
Having skipped their stone and wooden variants
We're leaning towards the edge of the open sea
Waiting for the finger of redemption
We're still waiting
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Wakeboard
04:00
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Skypaging on four wheels
Coming down on none
I am the wildgame
Turn away and I'm gone
Blue screen in the clouds
None is real when thought about
But true and real when overcome
I'll be the basics of the undergrowth
Peeling off the skin of the antilope
Run like a circus in the middle of June
And wake up by the road
In the absence of clothes
If you had a lover
Who was Japanese
Or from the Middle East
Would you run for cover
Away from me
And the billboards block the sun
Walking in the shade of a promise
Investments are made
Chances or none
Equally divided among the most of us
If you had a lover
Who was Japanese
Or from the Middle East
Would you then discover
The truth about
You and me
If you had a lover
Who was Japanese
Or from the Middle East
Would you run for cover
Away from me
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The Pool
03:28
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And the boomerang shaped pool
Renders misplaced athletic glory
On the beer bellied larva.
Shedding off their foreign skin
below the cancerous sun.
Demons, deguised as local merchants
Of wristwatches and sunglasses of inferiour quality,
Are collecting time....
Time, that human lifes have wasted
To work for money they spend on useless objects.
Useless objects Satan himself designed
To be the centerfold of human achievements.
Birds and beasts
On their daily routine of survival
Stumble upon these treatcherous blue lagoons of chemicals.
Ooh the humanity to render water lifeless
And so they move on
Only to be fooled again.
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Sweet Dreams
04:01
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Sweet dreams from the honeycomb
Darlin' I, have sailed the same sea
Oceans to cross, my eye's on you
Baby please, you know this can't be real
Heart shaped hands scape the sand
Secret's out, still no one really cares
Gold rays shine on morning dew
My mind's on you
Sweet dreams made of honey dew
Love is blind, but my eye is set on you
Stars fall from the moonlit sky
My mind's on you
My mind's on you
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Donderdag
02:02
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9. |
Indian Cashregister
04:23
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Snippets
03:34
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Dijf Sanders Ghent, Belgium
Multi-instrumentalist and composer David ‘Dijf’ Sanders combines a broad mix of styles with a boundless artistic approach full of multicultural blends.
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