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1984 | Demo version
02:47
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I Cant Believe We Still Have To Talk About This
In The Spotlight
This The Time To Review This Coulisse
An Astetic I Thought Obsolet
Your Billboards Plaster Every Street
Every Scene That You Shoot
Gave Us Another Soft Reboot
Can We Be Sure This Is Not 1984
I Cant Believe The Words That I Just Heard
Echoes Of Ancient Chants
A World Is Spinning Backwards
My Prophets Left Without A Sound
Want It The Other Way Around
Baptised With A Lie
The Laws Of Logic Won’t Apply
Can We Be Sure This Is Not 1984
I Cant Believe We Still Have To Fight About This
I Wont Bend To Your Threats
Despite Your White Knuckeled Fist
That Is Beating Inside Your War Chest
A Walking Cardiac Arrest At Best
We Won’t Get Dragged Into Your Abyss
By Your Poisonous French Kiss
Can We Be Sure This Is Not 1984
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Ghost | Demo version
02:52
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I ́m Tired Of Loosing My Sleep
Just Like You Before Me
I ́m Drowning In A Pool Four Inches Deep
These Neon Lights Wont Take Me Home
This Is What I Need
Instead Of A Demon That Wont Pass By
Please Be A Ghost That Only Hunts Me At Night
Sometimes I Feel The Liquids
Close Over My Eyes
My Feet the Stop To Touch The Floor
So I Step Out Right thru The Indoor
And These Cold Cubes
Are Melting Right In Front Of Me
Thru Glasses I See
An Old Fashioned Way
This Is Where I ll Be
Instead Of A Demon That Wont Pass
By You ll Be A Ghost That Only Hunts Me At Night
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Christine | Demo version
03:18
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You Took A Trip Into My World
Your Beauty Became My Fuel
Cant Believe All The Things That You Will Make Me Feel
A Fury Behind The Steering Wheel
For Mean Machine You Were Pristine
Your Godless Glory
Oh Christine
When We Met In A Garage
Down On 42nd Street
I Saw Your Carriage
And All The Jockeys That Were With Me
Wanted To Take A Ride
Your Headlights
As We Stood And Stared
You Didnt Care
Your Free Will Left Nothing But Roadkill
Then I Saw You
On The Other Side Of The Road
All The Doors Between Us Were Closed
Nothing Could Be Said Said
All I Heard Was A Crash
Cold Chrome Rammed Into Warm Flash
For Mean Machine You Were Pristine
Your Godless Glory
Oh Christine
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David Moon Hamburg, Germany
Ein Mikrofon, eine Sonnenbrille und seine Backing Tracks - das ist alles was David Moon braucht um seine One-Man-Show zu
spielen. Musikalisch irgendwo zwischen Marc Almond und John Maus, singt er über dystopische Welten, Meteoritenschauer und Sex mit Maschinen.
Ein Paralleluniversum in dem Ronald Reagans Vizepräsident Kate Bush hiess und nicht George.
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