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1. The Days of What's to Come
You stood there with a knife
you held it like a dove
the blade caught all the traffic lights
it was a blistering collage
your petals and my thorns
on the border of a daydream and a storm
let's take the vow, to show what is
lurking in the waters down below
I gamble on the failure
of time to make us strangers
when morning breaks
the night breaks too
in Berlin, my heart, and you
I wake up in the morning, try to call this home
the word slips out of my mouth like a stone
I'm drawn to lips, I'm drawn to yours
call me a guest and call me a host
I don't want tomorrow to hold my ghosts
I'm ready to jump, will you jump with me?
(to the days when we are)
drinking in, breathing in, loving in, diving in
laughing in, dying in,
the days of what's to come
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Sadness
03:53
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2. Sadness
In the heart of the afternoon
I watched your display
a work of beauty came out in the lines on your face
it could have been the wine
or simply just the way
you held your words like dynamite
but turned them into a bouquet
everything is temporary, everything is temporary
now a party's on next door
I go and join the noise
I move my body like a bamboo in the breeze
the night slips away
the birds come out to sing
I fall into my bed as if the Caribbean sea had kidnapped me
everything is temporary, everything is temporary
sadness is only, sadness is only
a phone call away
I see you at the door
I run to let you in
we put our constellation into orbit on the kitchen floor
cloud nine plus one
with complimentary champagne
it's the softest fair-trade local patch of grass on a snowy day
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Stratosphere
03:36
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3. Stratosphere
Isn’t it good, when every single word
you choose to show the light of day
reflects what you want to say?
I tell you come on
I’m here to explore
this little thing called love
that leaves you wanting more
Keep it simple, there’s nothing more
than what’s right here
way below the stratosphere
there’s nothing more than what’s right here
way below the stratosphere
We could call this a temporary
cure my darling
you’ve got your teenage scars
and I’ve got my kindled heart
isn’t it good
when the look on your face
resembles all the stars
looking down from outer space?
There’s nothing more than what’s right here
way below the Stratosphere
there’s nothing more than what’s right here
way below the Stratosphere
I won’t give up on what’s right here
way below the Stratosphere
There’s nothing more than what’s right here
Way below the Stratosphere
Nothing more….
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Butterfly
03:27
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4. Butterfly
My butterfly, my kerosene
I want you in my blood
and between my teeth
My Sunday's child
my corroding wing
I used up all the air that lovers use to feed
the monsters lining up and waiting at the door
Get up, there's nothing left to say
let's fall, and burn, and fly, and throw it all away
and then,
call it just a holiday
your textbook stride
and your backward smile
you force back the night, with an impolite punchline
my butterfly, my burning chance
you curl up the flames, and play them like a harp
and throw me in the mud, and make me
make me dance
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Outside of Cool v.2
04:04
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5. Outside of Cool v.2
There's a place in the distance
I thought I'd like to tame
and when I saw my reflection
and I spoke its name
it made me sweat
it makes me sweat
When you hear this confession
don't give it no pity
it”s just a song to add
to the tower of plenty
inside there’s a room
with a view of the alley
and when you close the curtains
you hear the heat pipes coughing in your head
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you find yourself a spotlight
on the outside of cool
a punch in the face
is sometimes a blessing
highjacked by a moment
you should've been expecting
it makes you sweat
it made me sweat
how the voice of a shadow
has been misunderstood
without religion
the cross is just wood
so shed a little light
on what it means to good
like the soul of a prayer
that finds the heart of your neighbourhood
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you're standing in the deadlight
and you're polishing your shoes
let me show you how to love
what it is to be the fool
when you find yourself a spotlight
on the outside of cool
let me show you…
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Liminal
03:52
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6. Liminal
I saw you over there
I'd seen you there before
I really didn't care
that's what I tried to show
I really liked the way
that you would look at me
it was a different way
that you would look at me
you went on the dance floor
I followed you
I saw the way
that you took my hand
I didn't think that it would show
on my face
just for now
let's keep this liminal
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Ampersand
02:18
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Old Time Cinema Newsreel
03:14
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8. Old Time Cinema Newsreel
I know that face on the movie screen
I should have said "please excuse me,
cause I'm about to be obscene.
That face stole my days.
That face steals my dreams."
Now I'm yelling in Japanese
yelling at a movie screen
it's a temporary cure
you lean in and whisper
"darling please,
let it go, let it go"
the usher asks me to leave
you take my hand and guide me past
all those eyes that look like rain
beating on a blade of grass.
and now the moon's perched up in the sky
I don't know how, but I do know why
you pull my head close to your face
and I melt, and I break
you lean in and whisper
"darling please,
let it go, let it go”
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Omoikiru
03:19
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9. Omoikiru
I limped into it all
a honeymoon and its disguise
and it's quite possible
to hold a bomb
and share a bed with accident
I embraced it all
a firefly, a clumsy cage
I wouldn't take it back
the purpose of
an empty, vacant bed
I call it hide and seek
a duchess and her tasty thighs
and my atomic lonely pick up lines
I”ll cut it out for good
then lick the knife
and hide my teeth
I'll find you in the sea
under the crash
of what was you and me
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Let that Be a Fact
04:17
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10. Let That Be a Fact
we could call it a weapon
or a source of comedy
call it a honeymoon
in a minor key
call it an addiction
call it what you want
I forget it all
when you strike a match
when the lights go out
it's true... I believe in what you'll do
I've got a disease
the need for what I want
when I look for a doctor
I find a cult of dilettantes
so I take your match
and I put it to my skin
to remind myself
of the bitter taste
of good medicine
It's true... I believe in what you'll do
let's make it a sunny day
and not a day to waste
love has a cost to bear
to hold, to feed, to share
have I made myself clear?
I'll always be here
the sky reaches down
and it pulls me out of my skin
I look below me
and see the luck I'm living in
the neighbour's singing
so let that be a fact
it's the perfect cure
in the way it breaks
in the way it cracks
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Tropical Touch
06:23
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2. Tropical Touch
You never know when enough is enough
give me your word
I'll lend it my ear
and give it to my teeth to touch
only a fool would let you go
your words cut to the bone
go ahead and slap my face
with honesty
I'll go in for you if you'll for me
I wish we could give in
to revelation
feel the uplifting hand
of a bookish father
but something bites back
its teeth are strong
are you and I capable of all that wonder?
You've got your kicks to feel something inside
I've got my own that teach me how to defy
not sure this all means much without this song
but who cares, good luck, turn it up, so long, and goodnight
It's all clear now
enough is not enough
weigh me down with your unbroken dream
I believe in your tropical touch
only a fool would let you go
your love cuts to bone
go ahead and kiss my face
with honesty
I'll go in for you if you'll for me
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Kliffs Berlin, Germany
Kliffs write recycled tone poems for the perpetually bemused, and pop songs for shy dancers. They channel the quiet of early morning sun rays tickling cloud banks and mix it up with songs better suited to late-night inner city bicycle rides.
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