1. |
Source
04:44
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Source
Source of impulse
Never runs dry
In silence spans above
Whispering sky
Just breathe perceive
The inner eye
Between the fingertips
White sparks fly
Red drop in the dark
Press myself on the soil
Plough in the spark
The world is a coil
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2. |
Zero
05:19
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Zero
It was cold
Gradually exhaustion
Gave way to air
Finally I could breathe again
The night relaxed
After a short downpour
Earth smelled moist
Petrichor
I waited for dawn
Tender glow on the horizon
Beneath grey veiled sky
How silent
No bird singing
Temperature dropped
Below Zero
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3. |
King of the Snakes
04:10
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King of the Snakes
You carry your crown
You bless this little town
Smooth and gorgeous scales
A fond of wisdom tales
Wuźowy kral
They stole it from you
The meanest thing to do
Exploit to get rich
Condemn you as a witch
Wuźowy kral
Get back the hoard
Be again our lord
We will treat you right
feed you milk at night
Wuźowy kral
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4. |
Medication
04:00
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Medication
A pill for sadness
A cream of aching souls
A bath for psychocarnage
For verbal bullet holes
A pill for logorrhea
For eye-contact burns
To sweeten bitter yells
To keep the tide that turns
Hand me a sip of that potion
To make sleep a peaceful notion
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5. |
Ashes
05:30
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Ashes
A slight breeze rustles in charred leaves
A dust devil whirls up the glistening ashes
A numbing silence no sound no one breathes
In broken glass shards light reflection flashes
What’s left of him is just a heap of cinders
No way to imagine human final pain
A broken life a pile of charcoal splinters
The whole town had waited but there was no rain
Imploded screen a molten keyboard glistens
A blackened chin bone in a desperate scream
The total silence where nobody listens
Reminds you that this isn’t any dream
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6. |
Step
05:00
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Step
Walk with me
Step by step
Climb with me
Step by step
You’ll be able to walk again
Follow the heart
Beat by beat
Follow your mind
Take the lead
You’ll be able to walk again
Take thy bed
And walk the walk
Loosen the tongue
And talk the talk
You’ll be able to walk again
Trust in me
Trust in me
Trust in me
Trust in me
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7. |
Morality Police
03:32
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Morality Police
Ankle-length coat
A veil not too bright
It’s hot and damp
The shoes are too tight
Don’t play music
Show no leg
No devil alcohol
No gold around the neck
Morality police, take your veil
I’ll shove it down your throat
Why no miniskirt
Why a long coat
You just can’t work here
The customers would gloat
It’s all indoctrination
Just wear what you would like
No one to tell you
What’s virtuous, silly tikes
Morality police, take my veil
I’ll shove it down your throat
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8. |
Run
04:29
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Run
The floor cool quake of apricot earth
Orbs pistons sea anemones in the stream
Blowing over seething sandy hills
Navel of earth your red flows and blinds me
Bird-winging roar blue wind blows
Through the brightness of the hall
The white wide plain through which we run
Where our faces mirror on the walls
In the wide white summer plain
I suckle on your breast kiss and caress
The reddish warmth of your skin
We run together tied with a glowing bond
And we tremble from the force which pulls us along
A warm stream fizzing up the brain
And we go deaf due to the roar
Of the running flood rushing through us
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9. |
Forever
05:01
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Forever
Two trees at the river’s edge
Their twigs entangled across the ledge
Their roots have crossed the river bed
Wrought together under pebbles grey and red
The river keeps trying to separate them
Men cut off the twigs and stems
To leave a gate for ships and boat
Twigs and branches stay afloat
The roots start building a growing wall
And finally water makes a sideways sprawl
Forever grown together now
Inseparable interwoven bow
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10. |
Reel
05:17
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Reel
Reel revolve rotate
Turn around your mental state
Wash your brain with soap
Abandon all your hope
Turn around your mind
We all want to be blind
In firestorm aghast
This day will be our last
We hope for a quick end
Hide behind the bend
Hope the wind doesn’t catch us
To bake or burn or incinerate us
There is no way out
No need to pray or shout
We crawl to nearest creek
Which drown the old and meek
We found a way out of here
Our hair stands from our fear
Remorse just comes too late
Reel revolve rotate
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Random Premonition Berlin, Germany
Born in Cologne, Germany, living in Berlin, Peter Busse played in different punk, post-punk, folk, and krautrock outfits,
among which Roule Clan/Stolen Letters, Suicide à Trois, Shame Flute, Folie à trois, Fenws Gogwai, Natchka.
A multi-instrumentalist and trained singer, he writes and performs his music under the moniker Random Premonition since 2018
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