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Letter From Paris
03:12
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LETTER FROM PARIS
I hope I don’t send
the letter from Paris to you
I hope I don’t send
the letter from Paris to you
To let you pass with dignity
To struggle with myself
about how much I miss you
I hope I don’t put
the letter from Paris in the mail
I hope I don’t put
the letter from Paris in the mail
What a luxurious moment
on this afternoon
to dream up my place
on top of this world
I hope I’ll read
the letter
the letter
from Paris again
I hope I’ll read
the letter
the letter
from Paris again
To realize
how much this has all got to do with you
and not with
the longing to find
my Place
on top of this world
Heiko HESH Schramm
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Seagulls & Nations
03:20
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SEAGULLS & NATIONS
whatever corrosion
the sea remains
cause it’s always in motion
it’s never the same
whatever devotion
the sea remains
feeling lost in transition
there’s no one to blame
seagulls and warplanes flying high
empires and nations passing by
lovers and liquor make you high
remember her name, she leaves you dry
whatever probation
the sea remains
here or in prison
it’s always the same
whenever permission
the sea remains
there’s no concessions
it’s always insane
eagles and drones flying high
waiting for chances, leaves a long sigh
poisoned temptations, as hard as you try
betraying your friends, it’s always a lie
Fran & HESH
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Windy Corners
02:55
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WINDY CORNERS
Waiting for your heart, waiting for your soul
Wait to get out, out of this hole
Some windy corners, train sounds and loners
windy corners, train sounds and loners
Waiting for a song, waiting for the sea
Wait to get a ride, a good ride for free
So windy corners, whorehouses and boners
windy corners, train sounds and loners
One heart, yet another start
One heart - it's a world in your mind
Run, run, run to run
Follow me and the way of the sun
Waiting for your heart, waiting for your soul
Wait to get out, out of this hole
Some windy corners, train sounds and loners
windy corners, train sounds and loners
One heart, yet another start
One heart - it's a world in your mind
Run, run, run to run
If it’s with you, it would be fun
One heart, yet another start
One heart - it's a world in your mind
Run, run, run to run
But without you, it wouldn’t be fun
HESH & FRAN
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4. |
The Blue Note Song
02:58
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THE BLUE NOTE SONG
When the old shades scream too loud
I go out at night like many men before
Afraid to miss the miracle I roam
To a bar where there's no thorough plan
Mr G. in his white Hanes tee
Free hugs and five bucks admission fee
Wishing for love, but just getting in a fight
Whatever, maybe another night
They’re telling you times are changing
Well the longing remains, but the magic’s strayed
At Mr G.’s you feel like Jet-Set Jane
Even if you’ve got no cash for the plane
Mr G. in his white Hanes tee
Free hugs and five bucks admission fee
Wishing for love, but just getting in a fight
Whatever, who needs Vegas lights...
Patient Mr G. pours Jim Beam on factory-faded skinny jeans
Removing fingers from cellphones
While a woman in a leopard dress dances in dim red light’s caress
Mr. G spins some records...
When the hour draws near for all the students to disappear
And get some sleep for their career
While a woman in a leopard dress dances in dim red light’s caress
And the ashtrays are a mess...
Mr G. in his white Hanes tee
Free hugs and five bucks admission fee
Wishing for love, but just getting in a fight
Whatever, maybe tomorrow night
HESH & FRAN
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5. |
Early Bird Special
02:31
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EARLY BIRD SPECIAL
The sun is rising - the day turns bright
an open door - a gleaming new light
erasing the dark shadows of last night
You’re still asleep, my cat-like slumbering wife
I’m so excited, happy to be alive
But out into the streets I long to dive
Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
Back on track, I get into my stride
Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
on my Early Bird Special Ride
on my Early Bird Special Ride
Steaming streets - wet from the rain
nobody’s out - just some night prey
my first smoke blends
with the fresh start of a new day.
I go into Shopsin’s on Morton Street
with black coffee, Kenny’s on his feet
his gaze on the book I start to read
“My friend, Mr. Ellroy won’t succeed
won’t make you a better man indeed.
won’t make you a better man indeed.
Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
Back to Fran, I get into my stride
Back on the street, a simple man’s pride
on this Early Bird Special Ride
on this Early Bird Special Ride
HESH & Fran
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STOP SHOOTING YOUR MOUTH OFF
Standing at the point of no return,the final crossroads
realising that,on the one hand
not all your cards are being re-dealt
and on the other,the virgin’s song is now,
a stranger to your ear
the magician fling the curtains wide to reveal nothing
leaving you with just the blood pulsating through your veins
Sure,you are still here
but the only reason is, that Lucifer
won’t let you in yet,the Old Trickster
he just gives you, a few words for the road
he just gives you, a few words for the road:
It’s much more entertaining
to grab the ones who love life
make like a tree and leave
STOP SHOOTING YOUR MOUTH OFF
and beware the mirrors in hyenas eyes
you say you want to draw your last breath,why?
You still have enough to say you love your son
You still have enough to say you love your son
Down in the gutter
violet clouds of fate
fill the skies of the muses’ chosen ones
but all they bring you
is the chill of their shadows
as they
race by
It’s much more entertaining
to grab the ones who love life
make like a tree and leave
STOP SHOOTING YOUR MOUTH OFF
and beware the mirrors in hyenas eyes
you say you want to draw your last breath,why?
You still have enough to say you love your son
You still have enough to say you love your son
HESH
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FRAN'S ALL AMERICAN HOTEL
The only way
to smell those stairwells again
back in those
old American hotels
is to write
write this down
The only way
to tread Moriarty dust
and hear the
eighteen-wheelers rush
is to hum
hum this tune
The only way
to please my prostate
to ease my aching bones
is to take this
to the stage
The only way
to get by without you -
for now at least -
is to sing
sing this song
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9. |
God of Bitumen
02:57
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GOD OF BITUMEN
He felt like a preacher man
Sent from the God of Bitumen
Spent some dough and a warm word
on the indigent
He felt like a preacher man
in his black suit, walking by a garbage can
Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody’s views, he takes a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
He looked like a preacher man
but he just fled those
who needed him the most
He looked like a preacher man
empty inside, on a diet of crackers and wine
Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody views he take a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but always has luck and enough money
for booze and another bunny
Just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
but when nobody’s views he takes a sneaky glance
at some lady’s boobs
just another clown
trying to be a preacher man
HESH & FRAN
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Blenderman Germany
Blenderman is Heiko Hesh Schramm & Fran Dango.
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