1. |
To The Ground
03:42
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I leave my house in afternoon
muggy heat feels like a swoon
feet get sore in broken shoe
tumbling through the streets like glue
Unfamiliar smell out there
crazy people seem crazier
drive my mind into a void
damn I'm getting paranoid
It's boiling hot
the streets are smokin'
so my eyes get bright and red
I feel like
my bones been chokin'
and the people drive me mad.
I can feel their secret eyes
whole damn world is full of lies
man I'm tired of this stinking town
come too near, I'll send you down
come too near, I'll send you down –
to the ground!
It's boiling hot
the streets are smokin'
so my eyes get bright and red
I feel like
my bones been chokin'
and the people drive me mad.
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2. |
I'm A Man
03:19
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Well I'm a man
I can carry heavy stuff with one hand
I'm a man
muscels without an end
All the women are impressed of my really hairy chest
so why am I still just me?
I have great abilities
to turn beer into pee
I have great abilities
to turn beer into pee
And my foot fits really well
on my car's gas pedal.
Am I damned to die alone?
I have so much to give
Am I damned to die alone?
I have so much to give
No woman likes me
So I'm looking for the man who does.
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3. |
Madhouse
04:09
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When I was a little kid
and I couldn't fall asleep
my mother sang me lullabies
but I just lay awake sometimes.
She sang about a looney street
a madhouse there in Moabit
I know that she just meant well
but in my dreams I went to hell.
Old women in her bedtime tales
strong make-up and long fingernails
deep voices and smokers cough
wearing fur, never laugh
The climax of the human kind
with powers I don't understand
I almost see them coming in
Ma, I need a Gin.
Now that I am twenty-four
I ain't got no fear no more
I know what mama sang about
and I just wanna shout out loud
at the madhouse in our looney street
you know down there in Moabit
one day you have to go there, too
and then you finally see…
the old women of my bedtime tales
strong make-up and long fingernails
deep voices and smokers cough
wearing fur, never laugh
The climax of the human kind
with powers I don't understand
I almost see them coming in
Ma, I need a Gin.
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4. |
Wasting Time
03:26
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What do you see
When you’re walking down the street
When you looke down at yourself?
Tell me my friend
Tell me what you have in mind
Tell me what you planned for life.
Man has got a hungry soul
Just head straight for your goal
Man has got a hungry soul
Just do something!
Like steal a horse or attack a mail-coach
Why don't you start gambling again?
Man needs a goal in life
Just wasting time
What do you care, it's just mine
Leave me and my grog alone.
Trust me my friend
Trust me I know what to do
it has nothing to do with you
Man has got a hungry soul
Just head straight for your goal
Man has got a hungry soul
Just do something!
Like steal a horse or attack a mail-coach
Why don't you start gambling again?
Man needs a goal in life
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5. |
Dressed With Hair
05:00
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I wanna break out!
Leave this mess behind me.
I wanna get out!
Everyday seems to be the same.
Get up early, go to work,
Just a gear in one huge machine.
Surrounded by corpses
I'm rising from the dead and leave.
So I burn my money
and turn my body
to go away from town.
On a sunny day
I gave my clothes away
only dressed with hair from now.
At last I'm alive!
I'm living in the untamed wilderness.
At last I'm free!
Time for myself - nothing more, nothing less.
Everything feels right.
But somehow I feel lonely, too.
Besides it's a hard way -
to walk, especially without shoes.
So I burned my money
and turned my body
to go away from town.
On a sunny day
I gave my clothes away
only dressed with hair from now.
What have I done?
I threw everything I had away.
I'm starving, I'm freezing, it's cold here and I'm bare.
Mankind isn't made to be only dressed with hair.
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6. |
Stroke My Finger
04:03
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There's a monkey in the zoo
Listen when he talks to you –
He's got only one thing to say:
"Stroke my finger & it's ok."
There's a woman in the zoo
Guess what she gonna do –
"With balls as legs you don't look good,
stroke my finger is what you should."
The Monkey is sitting on his tree.
She stroked his finger for a while.
In the sun a toothless smile,
Happiness on Monkey-Isle.
Magic Monkey in the zoo
Lucky woman needs now shoe.
Legs have come, balls are gone
Feet are so much fun!
You should treat your monkey right
Maybe it has a secret might,
or like the monkey always says:
"Stroke my finger & it's ok."
The Monkey is sitting on his tree.
She stroked his finger for a while.
In the sun a toothless smile,
Happiness on Monkey-Isle.
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7. |
Mrs Haberdashers Fat Cat
03:05
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My neighborhood is crazy,
I live in Wiclef-Lane.
Everyday starts hazy,
people are insane.
Like Mrs. Haberdasher:
she's cooking for her pet.
Her husband died from heart attack -
now she's got a fat cat.
But I like being here!
I like getting a loony fool!
My head feels pleasantly empty.
Never worry 'bout anything anymore.
The cat is notorious
for raids on neighbor's kids.
It's acting really furious
but then fell in a pit.
There was a crazy laugh
which came from drunken Joe.
He put it in his deep fat fryer -
what a cruel show.
But I like being here
feel nothing, I don't care.
I lean back and put up my feet
don't worry 'bout anything anymore.
Mrs Haberdasher -
completely lonesome now,
clenched her fist
and went to drunken Joe.
Never give a deep fat fryer
to a drunken man.
Otherwise a woman comes
and kills you with her pan.
But I like being here!
Feel nothing, I don't care
I lean back and put up my feet
don't worry about anything anymore.
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8. |
Devils Kid
05:26
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There's a big red candle
on a skeleton head
a giant skull
and a man who's dead
the wall sweats blood
in the humid heat
and a demon drums
his horrible beat.
He who lived a life of sins
dies in pain and never wins
he who killed a dog for thrill
in the end he pays his bill
If the devil had a kid
they say it had a horses foot
but this one is not devil-made
he's human and here by mistake.
The man who's dead
was dropped down to this place
woke up pretty muddled
lost in a maze
no other person
only a shattered sign
remain calm, wait for instructions
and then he came
Long black coat,
one foot like a goat
shiny teeth and yellow horns
light up in the dark.
He sows evil seeds,
feeds fantasies since centuries
people worship, people fear
the devil for his work.
He who lived a life of sins
dies in pain and never wins
he who killed a dog for thrill
in the end he pays his bill
If the devil had a kid
they say it had a horses foot
but this one is not devil-made
he's human and here by mistake.
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9. |
Soul For Rent
04:15
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It's a
Summer night, smoke in the house.
People in haze, dancing for hours.
Air's hot, the roof is wet
Smells like cigarettes, beer and sweat.
I sit in a corner, don't really care,
Look up from the table — and saw you there.
Sweat drops on your heated neck.
I catch myself staring at your back.
Sun's down but hot wind blows,
I watch your body moving slow.
Music plays, a glance at your knee -
I shudder when you look at me.
What happened? You're dancing on my bones.
Two wet bodies and cant get ice-cream-cones.
Too hot to breathe, the air is on fire,
You rub my leg, sparks in my wire.
I won't sleep tonight, this must never end.
One look at you changes everything -
You leave and grab my hand.
I wanna be with you,
My soul is for rent.
The sun is rising.
You leave and grab my hand.
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10. |
House of Voodoo
03:59
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Come on in,
I'd like to say welcome!
You like a piece of pie?
I'd love to give you some.
But as always in life -
everything has it's price
You will never leave this place!
From now on this is your home!
You sleeping in the basement
and I live in the dome!
And don't try to escape—
you know it is too late.
Down there is a sticky girl.
She will be your mate.
"What?!"
I think I better leave,
no I think I gonna run,
suddenly it's dark in here,
my legs feel stunned.
A terrible noise,
an awful voice,
I crashed in a table,
not able to rise.
This house is haunted,
I'm lying here in pain.
And this stupid table is my chain?!
"What 'ya say?! Who is there?!"
Stupid Tables everywhere!
I don't wanna lie
I want my piece of pie!
"Who's there? What 'ya say?!"
fuckin' tables outta my way!
I don't wanna die
tonight.
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11. |
Let Me Be
03:46
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Alarm clock rings
I don't know how long
can't even remember
what it was like without it
During the last 2 hours
I got used to it
it faded and became
just background music
This ain't the right time for me
I am no morning person so
just let me be
The garbage truck
is what really annoys me
trashcans rolling on
cobblestone street
As soon it is gone
the neighbor's kids come
the staircase is shaking
under trampling feet
This ain't the right time for me
man, I am no morning person!
This isn't the right time for me
I am no morning person so
just let me be
This aint't the right time for me
I am no morning person so
just let me be
A football is bouncing
again against the wall
I swear to god
when I get up I'll kill you all
An attempt to shout
ends in a coughing fit
Lack of oxygen
sends me back to sleep
This ain't the right time for me
I am no morning person
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12. |
Kill Me
03:18
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They gonna kill me
they hunt me but I'm gone
I told them to trust me
but I left them alone
they hate me to their bones
and maybe they're right
I just let them alone
'cause I definitely lied
I lost my conscience on the way
so I left only wasteland
people knee down and pray
hoping for a helping hand
they tried to grab mine
but I pulled it back in time
I keep asking
was it worth it after all
the world is cold and hard and mean
am I just speeding up my fall
To have no friends around
the last one is long gone
they think that I'm a thief,
a murderer, a con
I lost my conscience…
I just understand how it works
If you really wanna join me, just come on board
but don't expect me being nice to you, that's not my style.
if you doing well you can come with me for a little while.
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The Sticky Tables Berlin, Germany
blues and funk combined with stories about strange people in strange places – that is the music of The Sticky Tables. They were formed in the end of 2012 in Berlin.
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