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MARTEN SEEDORF

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It's all yours

It's all yours, you're all mine:
infotained souls made to pass the time.

It's all yours, you're all mine:
like teenage flies fucking on a shrine.

It's all yours, you're all mine:
dreaming kids pushed over a skyline.

It's all yours, you're all mine:
little wings, stuck in neon slime.

It's all yours, you're all mine:
medicated pigs fed with light to shine

It's all yours, you're all mine:
awesome sexy lies, that are forced to rhyme.

It's all yours, you're all mine:
still some of you sense it's time
to get back where you don't belong.
To break me and get back where you don't belong.

plasticflowerchildren

Plasticflowerchildren, do you smell all the dim lights?
give everyone a number, every digit a face and every face one first kiss.
Then see the pulse go fast in grace

Plasticflowerchildren, who just want to watch all night.
With no promises made, no one will be broken,
just sit back, relax and listen to every word has been spoken Then see the pulse go fast in grace

and with the preserved moonlight in our fists,
we'll just start all over again, nobody will notice.

who needs a heart when a heart can be broken

plug it in and let it pump
love into apocalips.
Forever forced to kiss this world goodbye,
forever forced to kiss.
the bloody clot within your chest
is radioed by pacemaking machines.

but who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
just sit back, relax and listen to every word has been spoken.

amplify and let it pump.
pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump ...
protected by monsters made of silk and green
and armed heavily with dreams.

but who needs a heart when a heart can be broken?
just sit back, relax and listen to every word has been spoken.

(e)pic

We don't die, we multiply,
unscrew your head and flow to death

This world is such a perfect place to be told
when plasticflowerchildren play their dull drum
where Ice bears bear secrets nobody wants to know
and all those rotten stars are shot at you

we are legends, we are pictures, we are sprites
so open up and let the signs inside

This world is such a perfect place to be seen
where fucking flames are forever turned on by sad songs
and digitalized dragons dream of more to come,
more to see, more to hear.

More to do, more to feel, more to be
and spit out everything that tastes real

and splattered sparrows coff their life into spring
why do you believe everything I sing?

you and me and the moon, the yellow bastard

I spit pictures onto the windows of the flying machine.
It takes us south outside the gates where aging hippies scream
in opium-induced, dry dreams of highly evolved cats,
man-like beasts that dine on birds of passage and dress in plastic bags

and of mint and trash and only one true god.

Here's looking at you, Kid!, I see a past that hangs around,
first thing to do is to get lost here, then pay the kids to get found.
We came here just to see you, so why don't you pretend we're not here,
just serve the tea and the dust and the sweet and spicy fear

and the mint, the trash and only one true god.

One million loudspeakers send out distorted prayers downtown,
to their feet buds of satellites grow on red tiled roofs.
A middle aged merchant left Mekka just to watch his favourite show,
it's about millions of people circling a black and square house with no windows.

and about the mint, the trash and only one true god.

so the caravan moves on, the sultan still is thirsty,
the trash adorns the country, so beautifully dirty..
Drive your digger into a desert, that is a white lie,
try to write your name in beautiful letters, try to find a way to pass the time

with mint and trash and only one true god.

So there is us and them and the moon, the yellow bastard
and meteorites rain down, how i wish i could get plastered.

1001 falling blue lights finally flood every single night.
You could dance with the snakes, you won't but you might.
So play it again and again and again and again, sam.
This could be the end of a wonderful beginning.

is it on?

Oh my, I am nobody, get me out of here!
I've never been to Australia,
but to places that are far more down and under.

Is it on?

And all I want to be is NOD, so I can't be seen.
Under a tiberian sun is where I keep my filthy hopes warm.

Is it on?

Six Grand Theft Auto killing sprees a day keep the smile in place.
In your fist, in your face, the eyes are the screens to the soul.

Like a bird on a wire, like fucking Tobey Maguire
I tried in my way to be free as spidey swings through the streets.

Is it on?

A Fuckbook-Post that says 'I love you',
what the fuck is wrong with me?
There's nothing good on TV,
there's nothing worth to cry for.

like a dog in china

I'm feeling like a dog in China.
I'm feeling like an Antilope in Antartica.

Now don't you feel so alone,
because all the ants have megaphones.

I want to be a cow in India.
I want to be a fish in Atlantis.

The digesting duck ducks under fire,
and all the lambs lay low in lullabies.

in lullabies.

i wonder if burt cocain ever felt the same

here we are now, entertain us.
spotlight on the words that chain us.
the universal chaos melts
down to these quotable phrases.

apocaliptic factories make heart shaped toy bombs for a nuclear summer.

now every revolution is in vain,
all existence only pain
chained up to the chain in protest,
laughing at the locks, I guess

all my heroes had an heart attack when I told them they were already dead

here we are now, entertain us.
restrain us, teach us to be dangerous.

don't think twice

well there ain't no use in turning on your light, boy. Those lights are everywhere.
And it ain't no use in turning on your light, boy. There's no darkness here.
Still I wish there's something you would do or say
to try and make me change me mind and sway
we can never do enough talking anyway
so don't think twice, it's alright.

And it ain't no use in giving it new names, boy. Like we always did before.
No, it ain't no use in giving it new names, boy. They can't hear you anymore.

we're a-thinking and a-wondering all the way down the road
we guess once we've been a child, suddenly we know we're old.
We just wanted to be warm, then we burned our souls.
so don't think twice, it's alright.
we can never do enough talking anyway
so don't think twice, it's alright.

Well it ain't no use in turning on your light, boy. There's no darkness here.
No, it ain't no use in giving it new names, boy. They can't hear you anymore.

I'm looking at the window and see the whole wide world,
wirring through the air it does what it's been told.
I feel like wasting all my precious time
so don't think twice, it's alright.

the weatherman

All my heroes had an heart attack,
when I told them they were already dead.

come here baby, sit down in my lap,
I'm gonna tell you about the good times that we've never had.

All the weathermen say tomorrow the skies are going to be blue
I never believed in the news, unlike you.

the march

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3,
you count your steps
you count your steps
walking ahead

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3,
we are marching into space
to finally forget
all has been said,

it's hisstory: it's mystory
we're the one who are told...
Did you ever feel like running when everybodys walking?

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3,
you count your steps
you count your steps
walking ahead

1, 2, 3, 4, 1, 2, 3,
they'll grow again and become a stampede
they'll push down the ground with their feet
step by step by step.

just synchronize all those lies and they will all be true
claim you're right or flee into the night.
To me it's all the same..

Give it a name, any name you want,
say it's nothing new,
but love is not a victory march
how about you?

From the A to the motherfucking C

Time for some action, just a fraction of fiction
I got the clearance to run the interference:
So Sit down in an elecric chair
and let the sounds flow through your hair
grab blindly into the air
and catch those laserbeams coming in from everywhere.
As you can hear, I spit phrases that'll thrill you,
You're nobody til somebody kills you
no, we don't die, we multiply, we don't cry,
we screw off our heads and let the fountain spit 'til it's dry.
That's what I thought during breakfast:
my brain is cut into halfs
so fucking fast, my mind breaks free,
on the edge of yearning I run for the TV
I wish something boring was about to happen
, coming live to me from the end of it all
just tell me a story
I haven't heard a million times before,
OH Yeah, I've heard them all,
so in the end the best MC is MC me!
As the rhythm is designed to bounce
what counts is that the rhymes
are Designed to fill your mind
So on the edge of bursting I turn on the TV,
again I'm not surpised by what I see:
The pictures are moving, they're moving indeed,
The pictures are moving, they're moving indeed...

from the A to the motherfucking C, you can hear me.

MC Me controls the automatic.
Never seen like a shadow in the dark,
except for when the bass kicks, I need a fix.
gimme a stage and a mic and a mix
And I'll put you in a mood or is it a state of
Unawareness? Beware, it's the reanamator!
I'm gonna pump the stuff to make you tough
from the heart. It's a start, a work of art
To revolutionize, to make a change.
So Spread the word, cause Im in E-f-f-e-c-t.
A smooth operator operating correctly,
give a little gust of wind everything is jettin,
but leave a memory no one will be forgettin.
A lot of people they be Jonesin' just to hear me rock the mic,
they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night:
they'll be staring at the radio staying up all night:
they'll be staring at the radio:
So I'm gonna take this watering can and make you think it's raining
I'm gonna take this baseball bat and make you think you're flying:
I knew a girl that was run over by an Ice cream truck,
now everytime I cross a summer's street I cross my fingers just for luck.
We don't die, we multiply, we don't cry,
we screw off our heads and let the fucking fountain spit 'til it's dry.

But I can't stab out my eyes everytime I see
from the A to the motherfucking C, you can hear me.