Lyrics (english)

f4 , 04/10/2011
  2. welschen kunstlich wörtküssern (manuel) dit :
    29/10/2011 à 06:58

    I gave him
    he took
    may be stolen silence
    please make no gesture
    just space on me
    and act
    thirst fucking thine thoughts as mine may be
    stolen noise of spared truth
    so acid to taste a body in bed
    perfect bed
    perfect bed
    boing boing
    i will not piss
    before singing the same
    obsession
    of you
    in her mouth
    and it could seem i sing the same
    smoke mass may appear
    blue jeans finishing fishy the beat
    skinny throats
    push
    push as me
    and go to hell as me
    this wont do neither, auddie

  3. welschen kunstlich wörtküssern (manuel) dit :
    29/10/2011 à 20:34

    …
    but instead, as I clap
    you will now be known by a new feeling
    as fallen further than common dream
    and into the nocturnal openness
    of primitive as music possession
    so does it’s milky starish potion work ?
    so does have no more a mean
    stone of promotion my clap ?
    another kind
    of bore and tire and fiend ?
    the religion of greek
    the religion of Abraham
    the way fishes suggest trends of sleep
    in this garden
    and bitter is dark and smoke
    and I was telling you it is for longtime
    as evil is the body of our past lives
    as we did well the mess
    as we arose in the first bit of soldiers
    and the beginning was sacrifice
    war and human hunt, lighting destructive fire, drums,
    you breath
    i kiss
    i take a finger
    it was all now
    thinking of it
    rolling about some dust on the ground
    for this
    for a very first
    breath again and spasm and a fit
    toe

    ….

  4. Anonymous dit :
    03/11/2011 à 02:56

    This is a WUNDER: Only you
    only you alone should be with me
    cause i belong to you.

    Time and Space disappear when we find ourselves
    only you and I.

    With you and only with you,
    I do feel in me a purpose in my life.

    Ask me no question,
    I can only say
    I Love You.
    Come, let us be silent
    Show me what words cannot say
    Gentle hands,
    they speak
    volumes,
    like a breeze and like a
    hurricane

    In your eyes I read
    our Future like
    a Romance-

    we will laugh,
    we will cry

    and have done all for Love,
    creating just something new
    with a combination of us

    Our life.

    But thats just a wonderfull dream,

    because
    reality
    has got
    her own

    rules

  5. Luise Steuckart dit :
    13/11/2011 à 22:36

    Member.

    Building things up
    then destroying them
    I love it in music
    in love I love growth
    no destruction?
    or is that (expecting) disappointment?
    the destruction (and rebuilding) of the picture I had of you.
    I don’t want to lose you.
    How can I remember?
    Will you remember me?
    As members of ours? Ourselves?
    Losing you feels like a part of me dismembered.
    And remembered by someone else.
    If you weren’t there.

  6. Luise Steuckart dit :
    21/11/2011 à 19:07

    I don’t want do i dont want to be forced into corfus no more I don’t want to be forced into forcus no more I don’t want to be forced into focus no more

    I don’t want to be forced to be forced to be forcused no more
    I don’t want to be forced to be forced to be focused no more

  7. auddie dit :
    22/11/2011 à 00:42

    grany beat
    u bet you lick
    you think you should
    (i understood)
    i sware i feel i bleed, hope I remote my heart control (you load mes mots)
    souquez, comptines, le feu, du style, soyez ouverts (mon nom offert) osez la fine
    ich geh, weiter (adrenaline)
    neck, chess, schrek, ist jetzt, ich hab kein zeit, ich bin suchtern
    wie geht’s, lascive, je rend, l’église, les clé, du parc,
    mon eau, carlatte, ma vie, gratis, mes yeux, qui plissent ^^
    je n’ai souffert, qu’aux temps, Ulysse, bon temps, futur, passé, je mise, conneries permises, voyages tu disais,

    je parle, en toi

  8. Peter Grow dit :
    02/12/2011 à 13:54

    yeah if the food is poison, it’s a matter a fact, don’t, don’t go there. At my parents place too… for christmas, we have grand ma’ chesnut cake… we call it: the « klug ». it’s mass media murder engine. the wisper. the painted stone men in black on a wide screen in extension, and in reduced mode, the fact it’s suqary, it’s down-in, and square, i mean this, is moving, and then disapears.

  9. Luise Steuckart dit :
    03/12/2011 à 12:08

    oh yes, master cats in boots we are, lovingly growing; knowing how to take care of luxuries to let them necessities let take care of themselves.
    focused sunlight, dense, intense, unbreakable, gazillions of ages old, fantastillions of ages lasting.
    amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber amber
    I never want to see anything else.
    Put me an amber screen in front of my eyes please.

  10. Luise Steuckart dit :
    20/12/2011 à 22:03

    The author deletes
    as the author writes.
    Shame on the way –
    under the strict rule of law, of love.
    Motion to last fish stage, stage fish
    experience goes with the flow
    says aerodynamics.
    Body textures,
    re written
    language architectures
    in a vacuum cleaner
    corpses and a voice.
    Stop! Go! Stop!
    Premature god in a monastery born child no mastery.
    The psychoanalytically trained hides and seeks, shows off and on.
    Enlightenment puts on the poetic veil
    to what there is to be revealed.
    The naked dress defeats itself without a shadow.
    The forefathers’ remains,
    survival of the fittest feather
    while body tissue memories rot
    into the next generation.

  11. backbone dit :
    25/01/2012 à 16:23

    In the noisy night sometimes,….i dream.
    Fluffy pillows,…nightmares!
    dreaming without thinking-
    otherwise,….
    not tough enough.
    hold on, hold on!
    just grab the hook!!!
    Fall,…the leaves are falling down.
    sunray-SEE!
    blinded-incapable!
    beats-just sluggish^^
    ,…but still.
    try back!
    try sideways!
    Wakeup!!!!
    RIIIINNNGGGGG!!!

  12. black tone, white noise, grey symphony dit :
    25/01/2012 à 20:05

    I ring… ! I always ring
    tryin’ to be more than that
    sending texts
    flooding things
    hold the rest
    be my king
    said the ying
    ding the yang
    bang the young
    seeks the vain
    don’t be lame, the immortal
    destiny
    of

    I’m here

  13. the other dit :
    08/02/2012 à 18:23

    Is it possible that those are still the ages of fables?
    Hide and seek
    the word by which you’ll be called
    is a mute hum.

  14. other teas dit :
    14/02/2012 à 03:04

    some time is silence is a luxury is
    the poor, the rich, all dumbs
    what do you get when you don’t want?

  15. another letter dit :
    23/02/2012 à 20:17

    destruction is luxury
    always and everything
    when ends made met

  16. auddie dit :
    27/02/2012 à 21:05

    The irrevelant way of communicating
    through pales and slow
    repetitions

  17. auddie dit :
    27/02/2012 à 21:13

    je t’aime tes mots
    définitions

    ondes ascétiques

    pluie vaporeuse
    yeux bleu de glace
    c’est parce que je tant
    que je respire en levant la tête au ciel, dans cette forêt tropicale
    mais.. il faut déjà partir?

    I picked up a stone
    there’s no future

    I just stand, stone in a hand

  18. shine a light dit :
    19/04/2012 à 19:34

    don’t ask me if I’m good
    don’t waste your time ..
    little values still stood
    can be physic
    can be fool

    a piece of my heart stayed on a drawing above a children’s bed
    an other one is diffused in her mother’s eyes

  19. bissecta dit :
    28/04/2012 à 10:33

    Stop. Don’t panic. Take care of fall…

  20. dave dit :
    01/06/2012 à 01:40

    Am I a nobody ?
    a nobody like me ?
    who talks and talks and talks
    on the same melody ?

  21. jerome dit :
    02/06/2012 à 02:33

    Un lien mort, rend l’espace mental, inhabité sur le clavier.
    Inhabité, le clavier, rend,
    mort le lien .

  22. poem of a beach cooled by Love dit :
    04/12/2012 à 16:34

    Waves came before and sound remains

    What kind of foam does murmur around ?

    Which hands ? Whom love and percussive glance in the Fall ?

    Two ladies where mixed in my tongue. The first

    Water and Gold, the second is a secret drogue

    And the spirit of colors, Chinese White repeated,

    S. Red, Turquoise, Cobalt Blue, and words.

    Waves are drinking goat’s and frog’s and dog’s tears

    Delicious kiss, grapes and cheese, porcelaine appearing and fade.

  23. poem of a beach cooled by Love dit :
    04/12/2012 à 17:14

    listeng the bells of a red telephone

    time awhile a writing and a sketching of bodies

    in the brain dome by a mountain twaine and a hairy count

    by a thousand feet around

  24. poem of a beach cooled by Love dit :
    04/12/2012 à 18:06

    as princess, as king of nowhere suck the bottle

    be smoked, let be smoked the skin fruit

    of a surrealistic woman as you

    the answering waves i drink as i breath

    and next to this the flush on the stone

    the wild statue of chance forever there

    solitude and lonelyness two rabbit’s one to other

    in a field of heat childy things fade mother

    so alone cramps thy dream on her through

  25. f4 dit :
    29/12/2012 à 00:54

    back on the tracks

    F4 platform season 2

    let’s try to do not repeat ourselves

    let’s be strong. let’s be happy. and the word: « hope » ain’t no shit

    happy new year to all of you guys !

  26. Manuel dit :
    30/12/2012 à 17:28

    she was showing

    skillness in oblivion

    she was blushing

    with memories

    The man gave

    the man took all

    the man died

    the man awoke up

    she was showing

    skillness

    she was in time

    she remember all

  27. Manuel dit :
    30/12/2012 à 18:44

    my skin so soft and pale

    iron wrote on my foft sweet skin

    like a new ink burning flesh beyond

    and the word was sad thereafter and was free dome

  28. Manuel dit :
    30/12/2012 à 18:53

    Paul ignored then my skin and was nervous

    he thought I was uncommon or vulgar, whatever

    the impression was obscene freedom, a distorted sight on view

  29. Manuel dit :
    30/12/2012 à 18:58

    my womb is full of Paul

    my womb is full of gold

    words will be silent

    growing of wealth is in me

    growing of each letter of a silent freedom word

    written on my skin

    long before Paul

  30. xxx dit :
    02/01/2013 à 13:36

    pretentious posers stage their play based on writings from men – the name of one comes from sad.
    the other one’s austrian – which is obvious.

  31. Manuel dit :
    09/01/2013 à 19:06

    the devil’s beard
    a tale on the shepherd’s pie
    the chocolate mouse of a couple
    above us only spies kiss one another
    in the garden all is wet and fresh
    but no mush, no grass, no tail
    over the corpse of my love
    the princess of worms

  32. manuel montero dit :
    14/02/2013 à 17:40

    : Coconuts and freenuts

    she went fair
    so sweet in the air
    so nude woman
    as the gypsie fair

  33. manuel montero dit :
    15/02/2013 à 19:24

    chorus : I remember you
    I remember the moment you spent
    in the phone calls decay
    in the taking my clothes removed off

    Truly members of human space
    we got on the mud
    and the dust

    Heat of you
    heat of mee ee eee
    the sunshine blood of a month
    and the condom as usual just put on a thought

  34. manuel montero dit :
    15/02/2013 à 19:27

    condom version could be arranged

  35. manuel montero dit :
    15/02/2013 à 19:40

    Ophelia was the girl on a camelia
    her father treated her
    a way that’s no fair

    A day will come when all this situation
    should be the matter of an artist’s publication
    a singer’s not supposed to know the implications
    but only to convey the orphic connotation
    I’ts difficult to play in the middle of a station
    and even at the kitchen bird’s communication

    Ophelia was the girl on a camelia
    her father treated her
    a way that’s no fair

  36. the talk dit :
    23/02/2013 à 11:07

    talk to the talk
    the talk talks to
    talk the talk to
    the talk talks to
    talk to talk to talk to
    talk to the talk the talk talks to the talk
    the to talk the talk to
    talk this to that
    talk to talk to talk to
    someone talks to
    the talk
    talks to talk

  37. montero dit :
    19/03/2013 à 01:37

    More champagne and pills to pass the night
    i’m a studious person, an impossible reason
    be liquid
    be liquid with me
    i dont know wich i think
    Take pills as you take champagne
    the night and the day never succeed to pass
    If i kiss you what will you think ?

  38. clifford duffy dit :
    06/06/2013 à 07:05

    only us regards the night/of bodies/begging tobe scene outside of this amnesia

  39. La vie d' Adele dit :
    20/12/2013 à 00:06

    You’re gonna wish you never had met me.

  40. Anonyme dit :
    21/12/2013 à 22:56

    I always dreamed about a rocking chair, in front of my garden

  41. Smash Lieder dit :
    22/03/2014 à 22:59

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  42. termniator X dit :
    04/04/2014 à 10:46

    She talks about her ex
    She try to get this fixed
    I guess she’s a real fox
    I’m termninator X

  43. dead body dit :
    04/04/2014 à 17:18

    Come here I will judge you
    You need some stance in the air
    you need some fire in hell
    you’d better hear the shell

    Yes, the sound of sea shore
    or is it your void of your thoughts
    in terms of braveness you won
    the award of cowardice

    I’a a norma job
    I’ts a normal hate
    i’ts a normal weight
    to carry on

    I won’t cry for you
    my little babe

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    27/04/2014 à 00:51

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  45. blm - vomi fatal dit :
    11/11/2014 à 01:53

    Biggest albums sales in the history of music :

    – Thriller (Michael Jackson),
    – Back in Black (ACDC),
    – The Dark Side Of The Moon (Pink Floyd).

    What does it mean for humanity ?
    It means that reality is all about :

    – dark zombies disco streets
    – hard rock
    – psychedelism

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  46. George Kommish dit :
    09/09/2015 à 11:32

    When some so called contemporary poets
    are just doing comedy show with emotionnal tricks,
    and aren’t producing a single line of poetry

    When drone musicians with laptops are doing the same music
    as old dudes did, 25 years ago, with guitars…
    when these musicians… have the biggest collection of black shirts in the city.

    When true love just look like simple things you left behind 25 years ago
    running after ghosts, mirages and miracles

  47. auddie - in the venue dit :
    26/06/2021 à 17:54

    I jump in and take a step back.
    I take my momentum to better deploy myself.
    I sip a vodka without getting angry.
    I don’t want to pick up where I left off.
    I want to get rid of my thoughts.
    I want to be a flexible and straight man.
    I want to see you without your mysterious chords.

    I want that story

    softer than stone.

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