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Depraved & Wonderful

by Julian Leucht

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Intro 00:18
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I wanna kiss your neck, I wanna feel your sweetish breath I wanna smell our flowery soul, I won’t settle for less Let us stroll through the dizzy morning The greyish windows are yawning Oh, I just wanna be your man I just wanna be your man I just wanna be your man Oh baby bed your world In palm of my hand Cause I just wanna be your man Your lively thoughts are waving in my home waters Consistantly you throw my homeless mind a quarter Your rhythmic eyes are precious In these times so dark and vicious Oh, I just wanna be your man I just wanna be your man I just wanna be your man Oh baby bed your world In palm of my hand Cause I just wanna be your man On the edge of town I did stumble upon dissolute holes Nearly I repainted our painting with dingy cole But you took my hand as I stood on the brink Wrote me a letter with emerald ink Oh, I just wanna be your man I just wanna be your man I just wanna be your man Oh baby bed your world In palm of my hand Cause I just wanna be your man
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Daddy's Girl 03:35
She’s in her mid-twentys but she says she’s eighteen a half To bear the old Russian count out in his sinful desire She got champagne skin and she moves like a dove In her insular boarding school, she was much-admired She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl But she’s the loneliest girl in the world She says it’s better to cry in a taxi, than in a subway train She’s blackbiting about her toothless mother blabbing factoidal lies With her brand new Birkin Bag, she never stood in the rain And she got chop stick arms and pearly eyes She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl But she’s the loneliest girl in the world You can’t change your fate with fortitude But you can change your attitude You can’t change your fate with fortitude But you can change your attitude She really doesn’t like to stand in line, but luckily she has the choice She knows a guy, who knows a guy, who was the best friend of her Ex There are so many hands to be shaken, she explains with her tinny voice Her flashy necklace diverts you from her shaky legs She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl She’s a daddys girl, she’s a daddys girl But she’s the loneliest girl in the world
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Oh, America the beautiful America the beast Tell me, where are you heading? I’m waiting at that wide-meshed fence Out of sight of your vibrant cities Wondering what I’m getting All those dark town riots Will they ever be ceased? Where do all the warm winds blow That once I did excitedly breathe? I felt your pulse and praised your crown From Coney Island to Santa Ana To get some rest, I’m lying down Under your scar spangled banner America, you bright modernist star America, you slave Of your surveillance and your expectations Your underground shaped me with its freewheelin songs And with its charming cool cat detectives But the past doesn’t offer any salvation I guess you are stumbling And honestly so do I The country music station is fading out Under that violent South Carolina sky I felt your pulse and praised your crown From Coney Island to Santa Ana To get some rest, I’m lying down Under your scar spangled banner
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The hard wind howls through dark museum halls Where sick and headless statues stand Where you realize there’s no sense in trying And where the poet and the painter are condemned The clown is crying in the unsettled night Cracks purfle the windows of his trailer Get outta here if you can This is just a burned down land Get outta here, get outta here A biting light hangs on the edge of town The sky is violent, the streets are empty And someone is smoking my white maiden skin The ancient books are burning in the desert sun And healing became so senseless That senselessness overshadows it all Get outta here if you can This is just a burned down land Get outta here, get outta here They burned Peyote and sold cheap pictures Of the execution of the old and weak shaman A girl with numb eyes and hazy lips Offers dead and colorless flowers And down on the lonesome crossroad The officer hast lost his eyes Get outta here if you can This is just a burned down land Get outta here, get outta here
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Goodfellas 04:26
My name is Eddie di Maria and I cooked at the Copacabana some time ago. In Brooklyn I grew up with Henry Hill in the same chaotic neighborhood. Three nights a week the classy mobsters rushed through my kitchen for the show, I always sneaked a peak at Henry’s wife, while I prepared special Italian food. The Tuxedo guys were chatting wildly in the wide wide ballroom, While the waiter sets up a new table in front of the stage; And the champagne rivers and the chandeliers didnt loom The death rattle of this late latin diamont age. Today I passed these pitiless steel gates I was released after almost 2 years I always dreamed the dreams of the United States Today my hands are just filled with fear „As far back as I can remember, I always wanted to be a gangster“, Henry always said, when we hung out next to the guys of the Lucchese family. „Hey young fella, would ya sell these cigarettes for me, you little pranckster?“ He did agree and was upbeat, but I always chickend out, so cowardly. I never entered these eternal circles as time passed by, But Henry ran down his high-flying chosen route. So I just kept preparing Canneloni and some apple pie, Watching wistfully their countless women giggling so cute. Today I passed these pitiless steel gates I was released after almost 2 years I always dreamed the dreams of the United States Today my hands are just filled with fear In the glorious week after the great JFK airport robbery Fur coats and diamond watches sailed through the cocaine filled air Jimmy Conway, the only sober guy, came with a fateful package to me I hid his 10 000 dollars in a whole in the wall beneath the stairs A few days later the FBI guys smashed my door Afterwards I had my only audacious day I never mentioned Jimmys name to those FBI whores I got a 2 year sentence from judge Horatio Gray Today I passed these pitiless steel gates I was released after almost 2 years I always dreamed the dreams of the United States Today my hands are just filled with fear
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I know a woman She got touchscreen skin Oh, everybody knows that woman She got touchscreen skin She’s so persistently sozialised But no one knows what she’s really dreamin’ Her clean crystal castle Is the stage for her selfish eyes In her clean crystal castle She presents her selfish eyes She’s a glittering public shellfish You can’t scent out the truth within her lies Her warholic glimpse of fame Is a polychrome mosaic Her warholic glimpse of fame Is a polychrome mosaic But her bright magazine face Is so immaculate and chic
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Heroin Ruin 05:25
Your fingernails are rusted, your hair is filthy The shadow of your girl is wheezing behind your back Your accurate brother-in-law, he told you to die After you took his leather wallet out of his precious rack Dark black eyes in glory holes Good night, my heroin ruin Your newspaper blanket is full of words you don’t understand Even though the protagonists are driven souls Your heavy cheeks hang above your tainted robe As you share the rest of your luck with the humpy mole Dark black eyes in glory holes Good night, my heroin ruin You used to dream of golden horns Playing melodies of brightening sounds You used to long for a seat in the orchestra Of ivory organs and a conductor who frowns Your stranded mother, she used to call you Gene Good night, my heroin ruin Starry-eyed you tried to find shelter in empty faces In the corner of your mouth was a friable (cracky) stain You tried to outline your life with a broken pen Now, beneath your rotten skin tattoo ink runs through your veins Dark black eyes in glory holes Good night, my heroin ruin You used to dream about a shiny new car You used to chase the mornings behind the hills All your sails were hopeful, even your eyes were emerald green Your childhood evenings you used to spend on the window sill Your stranded mother, she used to call you Gene Good night, my heroin ruin You managed to hide your trembling hands and knees Until all of your dreams did abandon you But these taut days, they did pass away And there’s nothing anyone could do Your stranded mother, she doesn’t call you Gene Good night, my heroin ruin
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Interlude 00:36
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I'm Alright 03:01
White sheets flutter in the suburban garden I sit by the window waiting for the flan to harden Please take me home to the past I’m longing for the old entertainers But I see a top model show at the Big Brother container Please take me home to the past The radio host announces Are you lonesome tonight The windows are covered with rain But most of the time I’m alright At the TV shows they do the harlem shake Oh, god damn it’s much to late Please take me home to the past I see Instagram photos of a vegan pie That’s so damn hip, that I start to cry Please take me home to the past The radio host announces Are you lonesome tonight The windows are covered with rain But most of the time I’m alright The Grammy show king is Macklemore I gulp a last slug of whiskey and jump off the shore Please take me home to the past I kiss the hand of my honey like a gallant grown up Then the girl is twerking and that’s it with my boner Please take me home to the past The radio host announces Are you lonesome tonight The windows are covered with rain But most of the time I’m alright
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Back in the cold, cold winter of 1953 I met a girl covered in a coat standing next to me She took the mittens offa my stringy hands And said come on boy let’s go downtown for a dance She was an upcmoing artist with aspiring aims I was just the last guy in the bars that remained A few weeks later she decided to leave And said: you’re pretty cool, but nothing for me For ages she drew a cubistic masterpiece And thought with that fine piece of art she could change society I never understood her dubious point I asked: up there in the corner, is that a joint? I never thought that I could fulfil her expectations Everyday I waited that she’d bring me to the station So a few weeks later she decided to leave And said: you’re pretty cool, but nothing for me
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Cut the ropes they say if you wanna sail Change your clothes they say if you wanna prevail But beware of the nightbus stranger He might pull you in his capricious danger The puppeteer praises his clockworks precision But logic is ruthless, covered with superstition So you can’t trace that mystic haze On its watery track through these meaningless days I just wanna look into the mirror And spot my face with decreasing fear Our mindless time is depraved And wonderful These thoughts are like mice in a cozy flat They appear now and then beneath your bed You just perceive their invisible rustling You just cannot fall asleep The absurdity of a perceptive life Flits over your eye-lids as you strive But the sea is so calm and endless While you nervously brood over your game of chess The professors and the preacher men sing In the choir at the feet of an intangible king But at dusk you still stand in the meadow And all their promises dissolve into a shadow I just wanna look into the mirror And spot my face with decreasing fear Our mindless time is depraved And wonderful The keen sun burns your scars and wounds You’re torn between thoughts at that lethal noon You make an arrangement far from acceptance Then you turn away from the steep I just wanna look into the mirror And spot my face with decreasing fear Our mindless time is depraved And wonderful

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released September 17, 2016

Julian Leucht – Vocals, Guitars, Harp
Bastian Grätz – Vocals, Guitars, Bass, Keys, Drums, Arrangements Alex Sitnikov – Drums, Percussion
Timo Drahn – Keys (Touchscreen Skin & I’m Alright) Tobias Geberth – Backing Vocals, Slide Guitar (Touchscreen Skin)

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