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MARDI GRAS.BB
Von Humboldt Picnic
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Monk Punk

Benin Ismin Mahmut Altunay
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Records
03/10 Von Humboldt Picnic
09/08 My Private Hadron
02/07 The Exile Itch
09/05 ...The Mighty Three
09/04 29 Moonglow
10/03 Heat
03/02 Zen Rodeo

08/00 Supersmell

05/99 Alligatorsoup


EPs/Singles
07/02 Hop Sing Song EP
03/02 Kung Fu Fighting

04/01 Singlesmasher

10/00 Psychoflute

 
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Down Down Down (Yt*)
Psychoflute (Yt*)
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Circorama (Dm**)
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LYRICS

CHILD OF POP

RUFUS USED TO DO THE FUNKY CHICKEN
J.B. KNEW THE MASHED POTATOES, TOO
ALL SORT OF ANIMALS JUST STARTED PECKING
YOU SHOULD HAVE SEEN THOSE GATORS BOOGALOO...

I SEE FACES, I HEAR VOICES
I CAN'T HELP IT, I'M A CHILD OF POP
'THOUGH I HATE IT, AS IT'S DATED
MASTURBATE IT, IT'S SO HARD TO DROP

LATER THEY CHANGED DRESS AND DRUGS AND HAIRDO
THEY GOT INTO THE HUSTLE AND THE BUMP
BUT THOSE PROGRESSIVE ROCKERS KEPT ON NOODLING
UNTIL EVERYTHING GOT PULVERISED BY PUNK

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JET BAMBINI

SHE WAS A GIRL FULL OF FERVOR AND VERVE
BRITTLE BUT BRAVE UNTIL HER UNTIMELY GRAVE
HIGH-DE-HIGH, SHE COULD BE FUNNY AND SHY
A STAND-ALONE SOUL, FAR AWAY FROM THE SHOAL

DON'T YOU THINK THAT SHE WAS HAPPY ?
THOUGH SHE DIDN'T SEEM TO CARE ?
I WAS IN LOVE WITH JET BAMBINI
AND WHEN SHE DIED I CRIED ALL DAY

A BOOKWORM DYED-IN-THE-WOOL, SHE WAS NOBODY'S FOOL
AN UNEXPECTED ATTRACTION WAS HER RECORD COLLECTION
SHOO-BE-DOO, SHE STRUMMED A PUNK GUITAR, TOO
SHAKIN' HER STRAND IN A GARAGE GIRL BAND

SHE WAS A GIRL ALWAYS READY TO TWIRL
SHE HOUSED A RUNAWAY CAT NAMED "JACK KEROUAC"
LA-DEE-DAH, A SECRET COMIC-STRIP-STAR
SHE PAINTED AND DREW HER PRIVATE CARTOON-ZOO

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COLD MESSIAH

A COLD MESSIAH
HAS LEFT THE BUILDING
THE FEET BEFORE
THE BLACK BAG BENDING
SOME SECRET AGENT
HAS DROPPED THE NOTION
IT WAS MAYBE POISON
SOME KINDA POTION

A COLD MESSIAH
IN PURPLE SATIN
JUST FINE FOR BEDTIME
WHAT COULD HAVE HAPPENED ?
A COLD MESSIAH
ON MEDICATION
WHY DID HE SUFFER ?
WHY SUFFOCATION ?

AND AT THE MORGUE A LADY CRIES
HER BOSSOM TREMBLING AS SHE SIGHS
SHE RUBS A FRAGRANCE TO HIS EARS
A STRAND OF HAIR, A BUD OF ROSE
A SILVER CAPSULE TO ENCLOSE
SHE FILLS HIS OPENED HEART WITH TEARS

IF !!!

SO MANY QUESTIONS
SAY, IS MY RINGTONE OUT OF STYLE ?
OR DO I NEED TO GET TATTOOED ?
THEY'LL SEARCH THE CLOSET
WHAT IF THEY FIND MY PILE OF SMUT ?
AND, WILL THEY LIKE MY UNDERWEAR ?

IT COULD BE HERPES
IS IT TOO LATE TO VACCINATE ?
OR IS IT TRUE THAT TRUE LOVE WAITS ?
I DRANK THE WATER
WHAT IF DESINFECTION FAILED ?
DO THEY KNOW ANTIBIOTICS HERE ?

THIS IS MY FRIEND'S CAR
OOH, AM I PROPERLY INSURED ?
I THINK IT SMELLS A LITTLE BURNT...
I LOST MY CELLPHONE
WHAT IF THEY FIND MY ACCESS CODES
I'LL BETTER GIVE MY DAD A CALL...

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THE HUNCHBACK

THE HUNCHBACK CLIMBS LIMPING AND STUMBLING THE STREET TO THE HILL THE SUN GOING DOWN AND THE PASSERSBY STANDING ALL STILL HE RINGS AT THE DOOR THAT IS OPENED BY MYRNA, THE MAID HE ASKS SO SUBMISSSIVELY, ISN'T HE ALREADY LATE ?

WHY DID THEY CALL FOR HIM, WHAT'S THE CONCERN ?
LIBEL OR SLANDER, HOW COULD HE HAVE EARNED ?

IN COMES THE LANDLORD TO WELCOME HIS UNCOMMON GUEST STILL NO EXPLANATION, SO ON GOES THE PESTERING QUEST THE TABLE IS SET IN A TASTEFUL AND GLAMOROUS WAY THE LANDLADY SMILES AND SERVES ROAST FROM A SILVERY TRAY

THE DOOR SWINGS WIDE OPEN AND IN COMES A BEAUTIFUL GIRL INVITINGLY PLAYING WITH ONE OF HER WONDERFUL CURLS SHE STARTS ASKING THINGS IN A GENTLE BUT STRAIGHTFORWARD WAY THE HUNCHBACK STARTS BLUSHING, THEN TURNING AS PALE AS CLAY

AND AT THE FAREWELL SHE GRAZES HIS ARM FORSAKING THE HUNCHBACK IN FORTUNE AND HARM

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DARK DAYS

YOU'LL WISH YOU NEVER HAD A DROP OF OIL
BUBBLING UNDERNEATH YOUR HOLY SOIL
OR IS IT JUST THE GRUESOME MINARET
THAT'S SUCH A THREAT, THAT'S SUCH A THREAT
THEY'RE GONNA SEND OUT YOUNG BARBARIANS
WHO ARE JUST NOT TOO CONCERNED ABOUT CARRION
POOR MIXED-UP, BRAINWASHED BOYS IN PORNO GEAR
SO FULL OF FEAR, SO FULL OF FEAR

USING THE OLD WORN-OUT URANIUM
THEY CALL IT TENDERLY "UKRANIUM"
SPREADING THE DEADLY DUST THROUGHOUT THE LANDS
IN SELF-DEFENCE, IN SELF DEFENCE

DARK DAYS
IT'S JUST A TARGET ON THEIR DISPLAYS
IT'S SWEET DIPLOMACY IN OLD WAYS
WITH JUST A TOUCH OF VIETNAM...

DARK DAYS
YOU'RE ON THE ROADMAP TO THEIR HORSEPLAY
AGAIN THEY'RE TYING UP TO HEYDAYS
AND WHEN THEY'RE FINISHED-IT'S IRAN...

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DEVIL'S APPRENTICE

YOU ROLL THEM DICE
AND YOU'RE BURNING CANDLES
HERBS AND SPICES
IN A HAND THAT TREMBLES
AS YOU FILL THAT SATCHET
AND YOU MUMBLE PRAYERS
MESSING UP MY MODEL
PEELING DOWN EVERY LAYER...

YOU WISH ME BAD
WHAT HAVE I DONE ?
YOU'RE GETTING MAD
WHAT'S GOING WRONG ?
I JUST DON'T KNOW
HOW I DESERVE THIS
DON'T EVEN KNOW YOU
DEVIL'S APPRENTICE

IT'S ANY OLE KINDA VOODOO...

YOU WISH ME BAD
WHAT HAVE I DONE ?
YOU'RE GETTING MAD
WHAT'S GOING WRONG ?
YOU WISH ME THE PLAGUE
OR ANY OTHER INFECTION
SPRAYING THAT BOOZE
INTO ANY DIRECTION

IT'S ANY OLE KINDA VOODOO...

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WRONG AIN'T WRONG

RAGTIME, DRAGTIME
A SHOT OF IODINE
CAKEWALK, FAKE TALK
HIT THE SIDEWALK !
RIGHT IS RIGHT
BUT WRONG AIN'T WRONG TONIGHT

USE ME, LOSE ME
BUT DON'T CONFUSE ME
HONEY, HONEY
WHERE'S ALL THAT MONEY ?
SHORT AIN'T SHORT
AND LONG AIN'T LONG TONIGHT

SLOWLY DAWNS THE MORNING
AS I'M STEPPING OUT OF DOORS
WAS THERE ANYTHING I'VE LOST
IN THAT DISASTROUS COURSE ?

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THE WRONG BOTTLE

THE WRONG BOTTLE
THE WRONG BOTTLE
SWEET SISTER PHARMACIST
I NEED YOU TO ASSIST
THAT WAS THE WRONG BOTTLE...

I JUST CAN'T TELL HOW THIS DISASTER STARTED
MAYBE IT ALL BEGAN THE VERY DAY WE PARTED
SO I RAN INTO THAT DITCH, THE BOTTLE WAS THE BITCH
THAT WAS THE WRONG BOTTLE

I TRIED OUT ALL KINDS OF TOXICATION
AND I MUST CONFESS, I'VE BEEN QUITE A NASTY PATIENT
RESISTING CONSTANTLY ANY KINDA THERAPY...
FORGIVE ME !

DON'T GET ME WRONG -
I DON'T COMPLAIN
BUT PLEASE, DON'T TREAT ME WITH DISDAIN !

THE WRONG BOTTLE
THAT WAS THE WRONG BOTTLE
SO FINALLY HERE I STAND
AND MAYBE IT'S THE END
(FORGIVE ME)

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BITTERSWEET

YOU LITTLE GIRL, YOU MEAN SO MUCH TO ME
THAT SPECIAL KINDA LOVE YOU USED TO GIVE TO ME
ALWAYS KINDA SAD, BUT ALSO KINDA MERRY
YOUR LITTLE LIPS THEY TASTE LIKE COFFEEBEANS ON CHERRY
YOUR SPECIALTY'S THE ART OF MELODRAMA
TEARS IN YOUR EYES ANTICIPATE YOUR KARMA
ALWAYS KINDA BLUE, BUT ALSO KINDA GAY
LIKE A HEATWAVE IN NOVEMBER OR SNOWFLAKES LATE IN MAY...

BITTERSWEET-THIS IS THE WORD
BITTERSWEET- AND SOMEHOW HURT
BITTERSWEET- NOT FROM THIS WORLD
BUT ARE YOU STILL MY GIRL ?

MY ROOM IS DARK, THE CITY IS ASLEEP
BUT WHERE ARE YOU, NOW THAT YOU ARE WHAT I NEED ?
LONELY'LL BE THE NIGHT AND LONELY'LL BE THE DAY
UNTIL YOU'RE COMING BACK TO ME AND PROMISE ME TO STAY
I TAKE A WALK TO SNEAK AROUND YOUR PLACE
AN ICY WIND IS BLOWING TO MY FACE
NOONE IS AROUND, THE MAILBOX OVERFLOWING
I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE TONIGHT, I WONDER WHERE YOU'RE ROAMING....

MY BITTERSWEET, I NEED YOU SO, I MUST REPEAT:
NOW THAT YOU'RE GONE, THERE IS A HOLE IN MY LIFE,
SADNESS AND STRIFE
YOU CAN FIND ME WHERE YOU LEFT ME,
BITTERSWEET...

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IS THIS ME, MY FRIEND ?

SOMETIMES I WISH I WERE A REBEL
FULL OF DARK AND CURLY HAIR
WASTING HORMONES AND EXPLOSIVES WITHOUT CARE...
INSTEAD OF FIGHTING HARDER
AGAINST MY SLOWLY GROWING MASSES,
WRITING SONGS MAYBE NOBODY WANTS TO HEAR...
AND THE MOVEMENT OF MY EVER WANDERING EYES
COMES TO A HALT
AT THE NECKLINE OF THE GIRL WHO BRINGS THE WINE
OOH, I'D LIKE TO ! BUT OOH, I THINK I CAN'T...

IS THIS ME, MY FRIEND
AS THE CURTAIN GOES DOWN ?
THE PARTY'S OVER NOW
WE'RE ALL GOING HOME
BUT IS THIS ME, MY FRIEND
TALKING TO THE TIDES ?
THIS TIME IT'S MORE THAN BOOGIE WOOGIE-FLU
OR LONELY SUMMER NIGHTS

OR A HANDSOME STOCK-CAR DRIVER
WITH A TACKY GOLDEN BELT
AND A SMELL OF MOTOR OIL AND GASOLINE ?
AS THE GLASSES OF MY SPECTACLES
ARE SLOWLY GROWING THICKER
AND MY FAVORITE RECORDS' COVERS START TO FADE...
THEN I WAKE UP IN THE MORNING
WITH THAT FEELING "HAPPY-SAD"
NOT KNOWING IF TODAY I'LL BE GOOD OR BAD
OOH, I'D LIKE TO ! BUT OOH, I THINK I CAN'T...

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LIFE IS LONELY

THE MODELS AT THE MANSION KILLING TIME
THE WATCHDOGS GROWING FAT AND DOING FINE
THE HECKLERS AND HYENAS STAND IN LINE
LIFE IS LONELY (2X)

THE MORNING STARTS WITH TV AND A STEAK
AND IF YOU LOOK LIKE "CRYSTAL" I'LL BE "BLAKE"
THE ARMY SHOT THE HOSTAGE BY MISTAKE
LIFE IS LONELY (2X)

REALITY'S A SECRET PLAN
AS WICKED AS THE WAYS OF CNN
AND "WIRELESS" A NOBLE STATE OF MAN
IN THE END ?

THE HEADLIGHT OF THE AMBULANCE SO BRIGHT
THE WATCHDOGS CAME A LITTLE LATE TO FIGHT
THE DOCTOR CRACKING RIBS WITH ALL HIS MIGHT
LIFE IS LONELY (2X)

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MY SOUL

MY SOUL
WALTZES THROUGH A THRIFTSTORE
IT SWINGS WITH THOSE MAKING NEW FROM OLD
IT MAMBOS WITH THE MASTERS OF THE LONG FORGOTTEN CRAFTS
MY SOUL
SWEATS WITH THE BAKERS AND THE COOKS
IT TAKES A STRUT WITH PLASTERERS AND ARCHITECTS
IT'S TRULY WITH THE ONE WHO FIXES ALL MY OLD GUITARS...

AND I'M STILL AROUND
DON'T YOU LET ME DOWN
'COS I JUST CAN'T CHANGE
WHATEVER IT TAKES
WHATEVER IT IS

MY SOUL
STARTS SHAKING AT A LIBRARY
IT LISPS AND STUTTERS WITH SPEECH THERAPISTS
IT IDOLISES THOSE WHO DO THEIR JOB WITH PASSION AND WITH WIT

BRIDGE

MY SOUL
IS HAPPY FINALLY FINDING THIS OLD RAZOR
IT LOVES TO FLOAT AROUND ON FLEE MARKETS AND CAR BOOTH SALES
PICKING THINGS NOBODY ELSE WOULD LIKE TO TAKE
MY SOUL
IS WITH THE BEST BOYS AND THE WRITERS
IT'S CLOSE TO THOSE WHO DON'T GET ALWAYS PAID
BUT WHO DON'T COMPLAIN, 'COS IT'S ABOUT DOING WHAT YOU TRULY WANT TO DO...

 

 
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