1. |
Intro (This The Crew)
02:30
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Yo this the crew, bunch of bona fide misfits
Grande kids on Changa shit, we some kinda mystics
simplistic, bitch, noise over riches,
Freaks goin ballistic, when we spit this sick shit
for real
Berlin style, nah we don't give a fuck
You do yours, I do mine
Better don't test your luck
Coz this the fine life
The Fuck the Police life
The I'm livin free from your fake plastic shit life
Fuck it all we are misfits
born to break down walls
so let's get down to business
Yeah, In Garlic We Trust
And we never shut up
So better wake the fuck up
No trace of sadness in the eyes, had a good life
between I and I, I know that I am doin just fine
crossing lines, drink tequila with Santa Muerte
Mr Horus, watch my feet at Heaven's Gate
Esoteric, Non-thematic,, psychedelic, take a break
for heaven's sake I'm not insane, it's simple, yo all fantasy depraved
ain't a knave, ain't a slave
I'm a motherfuckin King
Got no time for Bling Bling
Fuck it all we are misfits
born to break down walls
so let's get down to business
Yeah, In Garlic We Trust
And we never shut up
So better wake the fuck up
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2. |
Crocodiles on Parade
03:42
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This the story of a girl, she was 16 years old
tired of being alive, dove too deep, lost her hold
in all spectrums of life, broken detection of mistakes in hindsight
then drugs, took her by the blindside
Bright lights, illusions of a nice life,
missin out the fine line, more fatal views than Heinlein
now time is nigh
Psychosis is gnawing on her mind, like a motherfuckin trauma
caused by watchin her own children die
She's a slave to her system, impatient won't listen
Deep inside her soul there's a radiant prism
still she pops all the pills, even though she knows it kills her
But she don't care, nah
she don't care
Green skies, shed your skin then grow another
Crocodiles on parade, heroin my gentle brother
I'm alive suffering subsides to pleasure
Crocodiles on Parade
Berlin Backstreet, she lies in a puddle of blood
as the cities in motion it mixes with mud
runnin down to the veins deep below
neon lights reflect in hollow eyes
with an ever vivid glow
Hear your love die, on the backyard voices align
resonance of pain, orchestra of water and wine
tears, booze and a newborn's cry
just another demise, watch your soul as it flies
2x
Green skies, shed your skin then grow another
Crocodiles on parade, heroine my gentle brother
I'm alive suffering subsides to pleasure
Crocodiles on Parade, no fear no pressure
City Jungle, now you can't stop her
stuck in a loop, got a shot, need another
shocked, you just drop her, even though you loved her
bought Ritaline, Prozac n Valium
thought it'd help if you stuff her, No
She needed was the love of a mother all you did was drug her
now look where it got her
Fuck you, you never deserved to be a parent
Now go gulp down your sins with some motherfuckin medicine
2x
Green skies, shed your skin then grow another
Crocodiles on parade, heroine my gentle brother
I'm alive suffering subsides to pleasure
Crocodiles on Parade, no fear no pressure
You cant't repair what has not been broken
You cant't repair what has not been broken
You can't repair me
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3. |
Death Crescendo
05:00
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Where is the love, I've been promised?
I can't find it here
Shrapnel it flies, through the flesh of a child
Bodies they pile in the streets tonight
Stranger in a Strange land
Oh, What have We done?
just look at our hands
It's death from above,
Yeah, fire from the sky
It's death from above, yeah
everyone dies
Death crescendo, corpses Tango
march of light and fire
The choir of the guns, the drum of the bombs
the song of our end is nigh
Where is the freedom they promise
you won't find it here
Proxy war, divide and despoil
Diamonds and gold, Lithium and Oil
Liberty, Democracy
False flags, we smell them five smiles away
It's death from above,
Yeah, fire from the sky
It's death from above, yeah
everyone dies
Death crescendo, corpses Tango
march of light and fire
The choir of the guns, the drum of the bombs
the song of our end is nigh
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4. |
One More Shot
03:03
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You're at a shootout, but you don't have a gun
You're at the crime scene, but you missed all the fun
You bid your time, but you could do me a solid
if you bang your head against the fuckin wall
and bleed that fuckin solace
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Where the Rumble tonight
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot let's start a fire
Jimmies in yo pocket, but you prone to pretend friend
gangslang, bro code
first world, white skin
So clear your brain with some mindblowing substance
not a shell filled with led
sniff the herb, become a cultist
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Where the Rumble tonight
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot let's start a fire
Yellin profanities you can't even spell
tellin tall ass tales boutyo personal hell
PLEASE
I need some space to breathe
Now back to the pit, where the plebians breed
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Where the Rumble tonight
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot let's start a fire
1,2, 1,2,3,4
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Where the Rumble tonight
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot let's start a fire
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot Shot
Shot Shot
SHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO---
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5. |
I Smile
05:27
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Still I'm failing,
coz the bottle's my friend
wonder why I don't end
what I don't understand
I'm sorry Momma,
you know that I tried,
but here I am
on the long way home
Yes here I am
On the longest road
devoid of feelings,
paint the lie for them
devoid of reason
paint the lie again
Still I smile
Still I smile
Still I smile, just for you
Still I smile, until I die
Covered in the ugly bribe of hypocrisy,
I'm soft, I'm lost
In delusions
Here we are again
A Ballet with the Blade
Only she understands
Makes the pain go away
devoid of feelings,
paint the lie for them
devoid of reason
paint the lie again
still I smile
still I smile
still I smile, just for you
Still I smile, until I die
still I smile
still I smile
still I smile, just for you
Still I smile, until I die
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6. |
Purple Drink For Alice
03:46
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I find myself chasing rabbits
down to the land of dreams
As crazy as the Mad Hatter
As crazy as can be
Where, where have you gone
Oh woe me, my sanity
You've crossed over the Ocean
all that remains is fantasy
It goes up like smoke from the catterpillars pipe
I dream and keep dreaming all day and night
We smoked a lot of crack from the catterpillars pipe
I dream and keep dreaming all day and all night
Where, where have you gone
Oh woe me, my sanity
You've crossed over the Ocean
all that remains is fantasy
The Red Queen cries: "Off with his head!"
That ain't really helping, my brains already dead
Now go to sleep my darling, go dream in your bed
Coz I've already gone all ahead
Where, where have you gone
Oh woe me, my sanity
You've crossed over the Ocean
all that remains is fantasy
Down on Balete Drive
Lil Alice lost her way
Come on dance with me, Mr Kapre
Enkantada sing for I
Down on Balete Drive
mystical things align
Gotta find myself sweet cigars
and some of the finest wines
Yeah, some of the finest wines
Some of the sweetest Cigars
Some of the finest wines, yeah
some of the sweetest cigars
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The Garlic We Crush Berlin, Germany
Hiya, The Garlic We Crush aka The Garlic, is an Alternative Rock group based in Berlin, Germany. Our sound is a fusion of different genres of music, amped up with Garlic, the distinctive styles of our band members.
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