I know there’s something happening here The visions I once had are just what I feared The drought, the horse on fire, the black rainbow When they’ll be coming brother, you will know I know they’re coming I know they’re here I know they’re coming From the other side, brother I heard this voice it was calling me from the other side I saw this child, staring at me, with wild, wicked eyes The nights get longer, the days are just weird When they’ll be coming brother, I’ll be prepared Will they be raining fire upon my kin Or will we flourish in the light they’ll bring I know they’re coming I know they’re here I know they’re coming From the other side, brother
I had this brother, he was thin and kind But he couldn't accept the way, I lived my life And I had this girlfriend, tall as hell But she was as evil as the sharpest part, of grandpas knife I saw his face, you know I swear I did Like a motherfucking suicide christ superstar he was just standing there, staring, staring, staring at me And there was something else there. I just can't explain it. Something, something light, crackling, pulsing, hovering over us. Like a supernova. With feelings. Emotions. Oh and I had my friends, Mr White and Hans But they asked too much, yeah way too much Yeah there were so many people, so nice to me But it was all too fucking obvious, they'd lost their touch
A Rich Woman I work from eight to seven Just to pay the bills I'm paying But when you live like I've been living You get none back I wanna rock like fucking Jesus I wanna build a yacht out of muffins I know there's a way To be free I've got to get a rich woman Someone to pay my debts I've got to get a real loaded woman So I can buy myself success Working hard won't make it And gambling, oh I've tried that And selling drugs will surely get me shot I wanna erase poverty from the planet I want a kid that's baptized Hamlet I know there's a way To be free I've got to get a rich woman Someone to pay my debts I've got to get a real loaded woman So I can buy myself success
A party track about St Tropez, inspired by a russian folk song. Lyrics: I was at the pier Cold and broke Up came this man Offered me a smoke He said my friend You're struggling through the day Do you know how grand they live in St Tropez He said I'll give you jewels I'll make you rich You'll just tell me what you know About the Fritz We'll go to St Tropez Fuck yeah Where the cops don't ask you questions Whenever someone dies And the whores are wrapped in diamonds And the thieves wear thousand dollar ties To sunny St Tropez Fuck yeah Where the toilets are made of gold They put champagne on your fries And the whores are wrapped in diamonds And the thieves wear thousand dollar ties But I denounced him To the Feds I hoped they'd give me Some money for his head But the Feds took precautions Arrested me as well And sent me off to Cuba To this Twenty five foot cell Now there's only one thing That gets me through the day I know one day I'll make it To sunny St Tropez
Recorded in Erik's bedroom and mastered in Eriks kitchen
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