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Jerry
03:44
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There goes Jerry
With his yellow worn-out shorts
He’s on codeine again
He’s 26, he looks 40
He lives with his sister
In a one-room basement slum
They fight like mad people all day long
The police they don’t come no more
And I want you
I want you dead or alive
I want you
I want you dead
I want you alive
I want you dead or alive
I want you dead
I want you dead or alive
Do you ever get this feeling
Your life is back on track
Strangers talking round the corner
Seem so peaceful you could cry
But get to know Jerry
And you’ll see it ain’t like that
Some people were born under a drunken star
Life slips away from their own hands
And I want you
I want you dead or alive
I want you
I want you dead
I want you alive
I want you dead or alive
I want you dead
I want you dead or alive
And I want you
I want you dead or alive
I want you
I want you dead
I want you alive
I want you dead or alive
I want you dead
I want you dead or alive
I want you dead or alive
I want you dead
I want you dead or alive
I want you dead or alive
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2. |
Life Is for Free
04:03
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I remember everything
Remember how I lost
Your smile and then my mind
You were sitting behind
The trees they looked like ghosts
The weak suffer the most
The wind made your hair fly
Your words made my eyes cry
I told you I love you
You said I’d be ok
My life it went astray
The car it swerved away
Your skin
Was white and cold as snow
Your chest it moved real slow
That’s when it came to me
Our life it comes for free
Now I’m standing shaking hands
Your mum keeps her distance
I stand there paralyzed
That night I lost you twice
Our life it comes and goes
Our stories stay untold
We won’t be growing old
Your skin was white and cold
Our life it comes and goes
Our stories stay untold
We won’t be growing old
Your skin was white and cold
Our life it comes and goes
Our stories stay untold
We won’t be growing old…
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3. |
A New Smell
04:10
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All the things I could ever write
Wouldn’t change anything
To what I am for you
We only have one smell
Running on this asphyxiated road
Like a mad horse struck by the sun
I close my eyes
I focus on the movement
With my here
With my now
Out of this wild and vast flock of vultures
That will crush
Your lovely bones
With my here
With my now
Out of this wild and vast flock of vultures
That will crush
Your lovely bones
All my writing
All my pride
All the desperate things I’ve done in vain for you
Echoing in my mind
All I’m asking for is a new smell
But you’re actually unliving
Your perfume lingers on
And on
With my here
With my now
Out of this wild and vast flock of vultures
That will crush
Your lovely bones
With my here
With my now
Out of this wild and vast flock of vultures
That will crush
Your lovely bones
With my here
With my now
With my here
With my now
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4. |
1979 (Dreampop Remix)
04:24
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I haven’t seen you in a while
They keep showing me those films
People ought to be fourteen in 79
There’s nothing wrong, we can’t die
Cause I remember our days
A record of Ian North a bomber jacket
Your smile is carved in red on my wall
The story goes on and on we are inside it
I wake up panting from the dream
We lost it a long time ago
People tend to be on a high in 79
Turns out after all we can die
But I remember our days
A record of Ian North a bomber jacket
Your smile is carved in red on my wall
The story goes on and on we are inside it
But I remember our days
A record of Ian North a bomber jacket
Your smile is carved in red on my wall
The story goes on and on we are inside it
I remember our days
I remember
I remember those days
I remember
I remember our days
I remember
I remember those days
I remember
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5. |
Wolves & Pigs
04:26
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All I wanna do is be your thing, oh
All I wanna do is be awake
I wonder where you’re headed now
We gotta pretend less is more
Did you ever see a coward cry?
Did you ever look death in the eye?
We’re puppets tied to body strings
Monotony drives us insane
We’re little pigs
Little pigs
Fragile beings
Don’t blow our house
It’s the only thing we’ve got
We’re little pigs
Changing pigs
Nasty things
Please come on in
We’re hungry and you’re old
All I wanna do is sing your song
Watch the little boy bleed in your wake
Unbothered where my freedom leads
There’s no other way of living
We’re little pigs
Little pigs
Fragile beings
Don’t blow our house
It’s the only thing we’ve got
We’re little pigs
Changing pigs
Nasty things
Please come on in
We’re hungry and you’re old
We’re little pigs
Little pigs
Addicted beings
Please blow our house
It’s the only fun we’ve got
We’re little pigs
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Christmas Talk
04:32
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Where do you think we’re headed?
With this little world of yours
And those little sounds you make
Inside your tiny little town
You wish you were a pale orchid
And your children were all blond
No sails, no weird thought, no motion
Twenty grey candles burn your soul
I never met a young woman
With so much
Fucked up world-twisting power
You’re dressed up as you’re 60
The world you’re in
Wrapped up in your kin
I never met a young woman
With so much
Fucked up world-twisting power
You’re dressed up as you’re 60
The world you’re in
Wrapped up in your kin
I think you’ve got no excuses
You self-respectful little tsar
You could be dancing with the Muses
You should be lightening up the stars
There’s us and there’s them as you might know
All this wolf-pack Christmas talk
Makes me feel like an empty sad crow
Makes me feel like a lonely hawk
I never met a young woman
With so much
Fucked up world-twisting power
You’re dressed up as you’re 60
The world you’re in
Wrapped up in your kin
I never met a young woman
With so much
Fucked up world-twisting power
You’re dressed up as you’re 60
The world you’re in
Wrapped up in your kin
Never met a girl like you before
You wish you were a pale orchid
Twenty grey candles burn your soul
Within that tiny little place of yours
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7. |
Not a Placid Walk
04:45
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A boy
A boy is like a city
A city filled with joy
A city filled with fear
A woman
A woman is like a princess
A man is like a rock
A mountain made of tears
A word
A word is like the wind
An empty angry puppet
A shadow pulls the strings
Show them your face
Be born and be blessed
At the edge of dreams
This is not a placid walk with undamaged flesh
Show them your face
Be born and be blessed
At the edge of dreams
This is not a placid walk with undamaged flesh
A boy
A boy is like a city
A city filled with joy
A city filled with fear
And then
A boy is like a woman
A woman is a man
My skin beneath your feet
Show them your face
Be born and be blessed
At the edge of dreams
This is not a placid walk with undamaged flesh
Show them your face
Be born and be blessed
At the edge of dreams
This is not a placid walk with undamaged flesh
A placid walk with undamaged flesh
Show them your face
Be born and be blessed
At the edge of dreams
This is not a placid walk with undamaged flesh
Show them your face
Be born and be blessed
At the edge of dreams
This is not a placid walk with undamaged flesh
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Ulysse Marshall Lausanne, Switzerland
Ulysse Marshall is an independent songwriter based in Lausanne, Switzerland. He has been influenced by a wide range of artists and genres including Joy Division, Ian North, Bauhaus, Nick Cave and “the dream-infused ethereal beauty of the post-punk and electronic 1980s decade”, as he puts it. Genres: Post Punk, Dark Wave, Synth Pop. ... more
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