1. |
The Tallest Tree
06:42
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wait, wait for me
i want to climb the tallest tree
oh i want to feel
how’s being that high
how’s being that free
wait, wait for me
i want to throw this stone to the sea
oh i want to see
as it slowly swims down
to the deep, into the deep
why are you always be in a hurry?
like in spring time a tiny bumblebee?
why do the problems are make you crazy?
and solving them you are always lazy?
time’ throat will swallow all the…
time’s teeth will chewing all the…
time’s hands will crushing all the…
time’s acid will work in it’s belly
and digesting all the problems
digesting all the problems
digesting all of them
so why don’t you listen to me?
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2. |
Waiting For May
04:10
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your hair, your nails, your boring thoughts
growing every day
your mind with all those self-critism just
don’t want to obey
the more you want to leave a place
the longer you have to stay
you've got sword and helmet and maybe
you are brave
but not ready for the fray
march comes, march comes, march comes…
march comes slowly
in april you are only
waiting for may, waiting for may
waiting for may, waiting for may
your precious life with every seconds
spreading every day
your heart with all those fucking feelings
just don’t want to obey
and oh, you want to say a word
but from your mouth just silence came
you've got plans, ambition, and maybe
you're brave
but not ready for the fray
march goes, march goes, march goes…
march goes fastly
in july you are only
remember may, remember may
remember may, remember may
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3. |
Heat Stroke, Nausea
05:39
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heat stroke, nausea
leave me alone
too many dreams in my head
they are shaking my bones
well i’m the king of the pointless
and my toilet is the throne
well i’m the king of the restless
i wanna go home
heat stroke, nausea,
leave me alone
sometimes i feel like everybody is made of gold
and i have made of iron
just shaking on my couch
well my head is aching
shaking-shaking on the couch
my head is aching
the sun burned my mind
my belly is so unkind
just shaking on my couch
well my head is aching ouch!
shaking-shaking on the couch
my head is aching ouch!
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haiti, we are heading to haiti
in the middle of the caribbean sea
but where he lives now, but where he lives now
it’s so much closer to the northern sea
a place called mikkeli, oh mikkeli
and it is too far, too far from me
mikkeli is too far from me
that’s the place i want to be
but we are heading to haiti
yeh, we heading in another sea
i suffered shipwreck
i suffered shipwreck
on the way to you
oh my friend
oh god i miss those places
oh god i miss those faces
oh god i miss the white snow
when you have nowhere to go
oh god i just want one more breath
oh god before you takes me to death
just give me one day at that place
in the snow i should see your face
mountains and ice are blocks the ways
two seas are far i can’t win the race
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Sad Kolibries Budapest, Hungary
Joe - vocals, guitar
Tom - guitar, ukulele, organ
Csabi - bass
Mate - drums, percussions, vocals
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