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Jan Winkler
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- 05.06.08
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Hier: Was denken sie?
At the Pharmacy
Steam, steam, steam
Comes out of an ampulla
The apothecary says: baby, Im blind
Xerophthalmia is a dry desease!
Havent you got somethin for my eyes?
A clammy dressing? Or an orgasmic salve?
Oh, heaven forbid! The steam, the steam!
Its in my mouth now! My Tongue! Its absquatulating!
Well, aphthous oral infection entains tremendous
Detriments, preconditioned you stay deedless
The colonoscopy glows red
The Steam gets thick and thicker
Mister, youre what I call an oaf
The recipe have warned you
The sisters, they have told you
DO NOT! DO NOT!
Baby, I have to laugh bout your funny glasses
The steam, well, bemused me
Theyre big and round and stimulant
Reminds me of life belts,
We could use one, we would grab it.
We would get us out from antiseptic swamps
The Ventilation have broke down
Theyre all at the steams mercy
The air turnes pink
So the shit hits the fan, unlucky fellows
Where is my salve? And my dressing?
Breath and feel
how breathing becomes your enemy
The Steam has got a brain. You know that?
Hes a bloody Philosopher
He knows bout your desire!
Hes laughing
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My Assistant, where are you?
present, good doctor, I will fight my way through.
Through dozens of creatures
With pink eyes, starring at my legs.
They like legs.
Im scaaaared!
I have no mind anymore. Ive sold it!
To the King of Steam!
The King is here, mighty in stealing truth.
The truth I did not see anymore.
It is all one color now
These pictures, they are not real!
They are not real! They were something spooky,
Creeping out from this flippin
Ampulla, a gift from hell,
A mean trap for apothecaries who
Have ridden the snake.
Baby, you behave like this rabbit from alice,
you know, this fanatic fluffy crony
with this preference for tea.
Your hoppin and smilin a bit too much For me!
AND I HATE THINGS BEING A BIT TOO MUCH!
Jaundice, catalepsy, amoebic liver abscess.
My three friends, do not forsake me!
Stay here, circle me, kiss me,
I will never forget the words.
The smoking words, spoken through thick fog.
The Steamss approaching
The words of Disease, the words of failure.
The strength of bacteria shined through
A hypochondriacs nightmare
We all gone mad
And you will be ill!
At the Pharmacy
Steam, steam, steam
Comes out of an ampulla
The apothecary says: baby, Im blind
Xerophthalmia is a dry desease!
Havent you got somethin for my eyes?
A clammy dressing? Or an orgasmic salve?
Oh, heaven forbid! The steam, the steam!
Its in my mouth now! My Tongue! Its absquatulating!
Well, aphthous oral infection entains tremendous
Detriments, preconditioned you stay deedless
The colonoscopy glows red
The Steam gets thick and thicker
Mister, youre what I call an oaf
The recipe have warned you
The sisters, they have told you
DO NOT! DO NOT!
Baby, I have to laugh bout your funny glasses
The steam, well, bemused me
Theyre big and round and stimulant
Reminds me of life belts,
We could use one, we would grab it.
We would get us out from antiseptic swamps
The Ventilation have broke down
Theyre all at the steams mercy
The air turnes pink
So the shit hits the fan, unlucky fellows
Where is my salve? And my dressing?
Breath and feel
how breathing becomes your enemy
The Steam has got a brain. You know that?
Hes a bloody Philosopher
He knows bout your desire!
Hes laughing
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
My Assistant, where are you?
present, good doctor, I will fight my way through.
Through dozens of creatures
With pink eyes, starring at my legs.
They like legs.
Im scaaaared!
I have no mind anymore. Ive sold it!
To the King of Steam!
The King is here, mighty in stealing truth.
The truth I did not see anymore.
It is all one color now
These pictures, they are not real!
They are not real! They were something spooky,
Creeping out from this flippin
Ampulla, a gift from hell,
A mean trap for apothecaries who
Have ridden the snake.
Baby, you behave like this rabbit from alice,
you know, this fanatic fluffy crony
with this preference for tea.
Your hoppin and smilin a bit too much For me!
AND I HATE THINGS BEING A BIT TOO MUCH!
Jaundice, catalepsy, amoebic liver abscess.
My three friends, do not forsake me!
Stay here, circle me, kiss me,
I will never forget the words.
The smoking words, spoken through thick fog.
The Steamss approaching
The words of Disease, the words of failure.
The strength of bacteria shined through
A hypochondriacs nightmare
We all gone mad
And you will be ill!
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