1. |
White Statues
02:35
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(arms feel like jelly)
Sipping proteïn shakes, I want to get big
Flexing in the mirrors, I hope you dig
The beach is calling, I need to get ripped
Eating chicken breast, before I can rest
Greek Gods, Greek Gods
White Statue
I want to be you
White statue
I want to be you
Please don't grip me too tight
People were throwing me around all night
My weights are not polished since ever
Put me back in the right place, like never
White powder on my grips
At least I saved some relationships
I hope
White Statue
I want to be you
White Statue
I want to be you
White Statue
I want to be you
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2. |
Picnic Panic
01:42
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Take your young self under the arm,
And tell it nothing is wrong
Twitching fingers going through hair
Which is seeded within soil and flesh
Being fed by the travelling blood
Rain squeezing out of a red cloud
Under pressure, Under pressure
no one is feeling any fresher
You see me, I'm out
Pet your inner young girl or boy on the head
Make sure everything is said and set
People want me there
People want me there
Try and dare
Under pressure, Under pressure
no one is feeling any fresher
You see me, I'm out
pierce the bubble now
Let it hit you
Let it hit you hard
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3. |
End of Conversation
03:29
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We ain't zebras
We don't have stripes
We cannot fly
We are not kites
We know what's best
Thinking that we are the best
Hey man, don't step on my toe
Are you allright?
I'm not actually asking
Hey man, don't step on my toe
Are you allright? You allright?
End of
End of
Conversation
End of
End of
Conversation
Man, don't tell me I'm pretty
I cannot say the same to you
Don't know why I'm sitting,
At the bottem of the clue
Hey man, don't step in my ring
Are you allright, you allright?
Hey man, don't step on my toe
Are you all right?
I'm not actually asking
Hey man, don't step in my ring
Are you all right? You all right?
End of
End of
Conversation
End of
End of
Conversation
No need
No need
For
Translation
Where did you get it from
How did you get it
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4. |
Build Up the Shame
03:22
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Do you feel the shame
Cause I like to play a game
Do you bring out the shots?
Cause I like to call in the Shame
Bring out the nuts
Red cheecks on a sunday morning
Coming in the bedroom nobody's snoring
Looking outside the rain is pouring
Everyone is annoying
Nothing comes together
Busy for the cops
Rumor in the shops
Watch out when it drops
We're going to catch some shots
I'm sitting in my wet sweater
It's getting cold in my wet sweater
Cold in my own wet sweater, why the need to scatter
Build up the shame forget her, it will get better
I'm chained in my wet sweater
It's getting cold in my wet sweater
You bought me a wet sweater
It's getting cold in my wet sweater
I'm getting old in my wet sweater
I'm getting old
I'm getting old
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5. |
London
03:15
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The city that is going to break me, is the city that you will be living in
The city that is going to make me broke, is the city you crave to live in
Your town of hope and changes, is my town of tears and new fears
The town with sweets and new streets
Is my town of regret and deceit
The city that is going to break me
The city that is going to break me
Your face facing a new world
My face swirling in the same old one
Every step of you points in a good way
And mine are all gone
The city that is going to kill me
Is the city you will be living in
While every step of mine is keeping me turning, no exception
The city that is going to make me broke
Is the city that you crave to live in
The city that is going to break me
I'm not going to give it to you
It won't be the same now
Don't go, just stay
This city is going to break me
This city is going to break me
The city is going to break me
The city is going to break me
I'm not going to give it to you
It won't be the same no
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6. |
Appreciate
04:13
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You can't say that it doesn't matter
You can't say that it doesn't matter
Just come in and sit down
I will join in and sit down
Are you going to tell me what you want
I'm not going to tell you what I need
(tell)
Are you one from the bad breed
Or someone who can't see a screen?
Are you gonna crack, crack, crack like you crack
Am I gonna crack, crack, crack like you crack
I'm calling the saints but it doesn't matter
I'm calling the saints but it doesn't matter
Don't get up just it down, down
You have something on your head it's not a crown
I'm going to call up your chair, chair
I'm not going to shut down your nightmare
The maze is running, the maze is running
All right your head is stunning and it is shining
Cut up your roots, cut off your roots
So stop talking about your fucking shoes
The maze is running
The maze is running
I'm gonna get it
I want that shit
I'm not gonna lie
I'm calling the saints but it doesn't matter
I'm calling the saints but it doesn't matter
You don't know what it is to appreciate
You don't know what it is to appreciate
You don't know what it is to appreciate
You don't know
You don't know what it is to appreciate
You don't know what it is to appreciate
You don't know what it is to appreciate
You don't know
ugh
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
It don't matter
It doesn't matter
It doesn't matter
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7. |
WDR-5
02:34
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8. |
Weakness
02:35
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After a wave, everything is flat
After a tide, there’s no need to hide
But you want to, I want to hide but
You let me see that I don’t need to be
Show me my weakness
Show me the weakness
Exposing your inner core more and more
Looking into the mirror and see a closed door
Making a walk through the park
Try to find that opening spark
Show me my weakness
Ooh show me your weakness
Want to feel you and me at the same time
Questioning it to a certain degree
I can’t do this
Show me the weakness
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9. |
Less Head
04:58
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Sexual vacation
Reverse vaccination
All you need is physical perforation
Mental segregation
Unhealthy proliferation
You think you look just fine
My hair is falling from my head down
Cynical view from your enemy tower
All I want is your fuming power
Don't give it (a) place you got a go around
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10. |
Fingerlicking
06:43
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I’m sitting in the backyard
Licking watermelon on my sticky mouth
Sun burns when it turns
Gun slings gun rings, in the water again
Wind catches my eye, I want to say, goodbye
Wind catches my eye, I want to say, goodbye
I already lost
I already lost you
Grass itching wound icky like stitching
Give me another one ‘cause it’s fingerlicking
Good
Sitting in that same old backyard of that same old house again
Sun burns when it turns
Boy sings phone rings, a bit shorter again
I already lost
I already lost, her
Finger touches my eye, I wanna say, goodbye
Finger touches my eye, I wanna say, goodbye
Grass itching wound icky like stitching
Give me another one ‘cause its fingerlicking-
Good
Grass itching wound icky like stitching
Give me another one ‘cause it’s fingerlicking
Take me by the leg
And feed me when I’m sad
Take me by the leg
And feed me when I’m sad
Take me by the leg
And feed me when I’m sad
Take me by the leg
And feed me when I’m sad
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11. |
Unleash my Hands
04:44
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You only see me with my feet up
Not when I’m down and I’m out
They will only wipe the streets up
When you’re alone and not with a crowd
They stripped me down and tied them up
It just a matter of time, this will happen to you too
I’m preparing myself,
loading my bags up
my own donkey back
Without having a panic attack
Walking up these steep slopes
Diminishing our hope
I’m searching for the land where,
I want to stay
With you, you got to stay
Unleash my Hands
Cut them loose cut ‘m loose
Unleash my hands
Cause I can’t see
Unleash my hands
Cause I’m tired of this
Cut me loose
Cut them loose
I’m tired
Cut me loose
Cut me loose
Cut me loose
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Shaemless Nijmegen, Netherlands
Energetic, Dynamic and straight to the point. Shaemless is a Dutch three piece making a mix of post-punk and garage inspired by bands like The Stooges, Iceage and The Birthday Party. Their intense and sweaty performance has turned many venues into equally sweaty moving masses, gripping them from start to finish. 2022 saw the release of the debut album ‘SUUZ’. ... more
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