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Waterfall
04:34
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I hold my brother down while dad calls the cops,
I try to tie my mind in little knots,
He kicks and screams and moans,
But his eyes are scared, and soft -
I feel within my soul
A little rot
Pinning a lizard down in childhood's golden haze
Is human enough - as is the killer's gaze
Guilt runs back to the root,
And who are we to say
That Evil is not a hymn? -
Written down in clay
I'm drowning
I'm standing still
It's the window sill
That sways
Dad goes out driving,
He's looking for a sign
And I know that these
Are the only times he cries
Hatred and love entwine
And strengthen each in kind;
Searching the night
For a glimmer of his child
We're standing still,
It's the window sill
That sways
I'm drowning.
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The Bosch Blues
02:28
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Well, Nietzsche and Dick Wagner
Were sittin' sipping dinner
Fred said I'm vegetarian and Dick replied
“You poor old sinner”
Nietzsche jumped up, smashed his plate with a hammer
And out he stormed
Wagner's wife came waltzing in
Cutting cake and shifting form
Well Bach and Beethoven
Were at each other's throats
Arguing over which one stole
The other one's favourite note
Beethoven said this ain't your F it's my A quadruple flat
Bach said you deaf old motherfucker I've had just about enough of that
Riefenstahl and Syberberg
Were outdoors making love
Said Syberberg to Reifenstahl
“Would you marry me my dove!”
Hans said to Leni how I dearly wish I could
But the only thing that I hate worse than you Nazis is Hollywood
Kinski and Herzog
Were chasing butterflies
Herzog looked deeply into
Kinski's deep blue eyes
He said give back my butterfly or I'll take these bullets nine
Put eight of them straight into you and the last one it is mine!
The Holocaust and Goethe
Were sitting shedding tears
Said Goethe to the Holocaust
“You really fucked things up, I fear”
“You know Nietzsche called me Superman but did I ever kill a Jew?”
The Holocaust said, “I told ya I'm sorry what else can I do?”
I have got the Bosch blues again
How can one old nation make such great and such evil men
Is it something in the water?
In the blood or in the soil?
Is the answer in old Luther's Bible
Or in Das Kapital?
I know that reasoning's circular and I'd fix it but here's the thang
Hitler's invited me to a tea party with the Baader Meinhof gang.
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They tell the secrets 'bout the people who are under the floor
Tell the secrets to the men who knock, knock at the door
Tell the secrets 'bout the people in the attics and walls
Tell the tiny little secrets to the men at the door
“Their moaning woke the sleepers
Should have buried the bodies deeper”
“In time you'll find the sleepers
Sleep through without a peep, sir”
The sun turns black
But no bells ring
People, tell you people there's
Blues, blues everywhere, but no-one left to sing
And in their new home they've got helpful little signs on the door
And in their new home they've got piles of children's shoes in the hall
And in their new home they've got helpful little signs on the door
And in their new home there's a stench that seeps and sticks in your pores
“The number's don't add up, sir”
“Well, you're gonna have to work a little harder
Or else the man up top, sir
Will come down: lay off this worker”
They escape by turning into smoke, and sink beneath the sea's black ropes.
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Kinch Kinski Thornbury, Australia
Kinch Kinski played in a grunge band, then a gypsy band, then a psychedelic jam band and a covers band with a drill in it
called P.E.N.I.S, then a folk-pop quartet, then, in confusion, he went solo for a few years.
Kinch Kinski brings you strange songs for strange times.
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