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words & music by navrovski and montgommery i was hoping she was smoking i was staring she was dancing he was in a bar you were behind the counter he was drinking you were talking loud i was older she was cold and i was failing she was playing he was never happy you were on the loose he was feeling lonely you were never alone i was closer she was hot and i was talking she wasn’t listening he was an only son you were not interested he was boring you were bored as if you were born to be something else than you wanted i was told that she was lonely i was singing she was with me he was a believer you were his goddess he was living in the city you were never alone he was hoping i was smoking she was staring we were dancing

words by navrovski music by navrovski, gomez & kanem tea with sugar at two thirty-six am some night music the lights already out the candle not yet the words fall hard out of my mouth in ink, paper and pen as if these concepts should still be translated into something touchable into words tea with sugar at two thirty-six am and some night music nothing else nothing more does today carry the dawn her feigned blueness or causes the dawn her greyness might this ochre morning be meaningless there is no more than an incoherent shout for contradictions a plea for contemptation a cube full of emotions a load of innocence in world war two a fatal, ended fashion show corrupting corruption fertility or failing virtue a road to longings a gap in august a dance dreaming a surprising cliché a cup of coffee, an ashtray, a piano [playing] a fatal ending fashion show fearful fear a road to virtuality joy in silence the heart of the city an ode

words by navrovski, eli draught & montgommery music by navrovski, montgommery she speaks with the movement of her body she gives me many reasons to seek for the essence of something like chocolate but i'm not thinking straight & i don't even like chocolate she floats on the movements of her body and quotes something completely irrelevant i'm not thinking straight i'm only able to gaze only watching her naked clavicles she speaks with the movement of her body dressed in elegancy i'm just watching her naked clavicles

words by navrovski, music by navrovski and montgommery leaning on a table i am fastening an earnest and prolongued gaze on some object two loathsome birds flying 'round my ears the are humming nonsense they are humming nonsensically and i am feeling as a pole in kuala lumpur i am staring true the window two loathsome birds flying 'round my head they are humming loud they are humming proud they are humming stoutly about books i have never read they land on my shoulder lift me up a little and then drop me

words by montgommery/navrovski music by navrovski does it sound does it sounds like a summer day in the park does it matter if she can't keep wrong from right or whether she sleeps at night or whether or not she sleeps at day she shines in the first light of dawn on a summer day in the park does it matter if i can't tell a smile from i can't tell / i can't tell anything / i can't tell about / i can tell anything about / i can't tell about i can tell anything about / what didn't happen at night / i can't tell / i can't tell anything / i can't tell a smile from none / i can tell anything about / what might happen at night

words & music by montgommery & navrovski sung by uncle arthur a dark street fails whispers the alley concentrate at ease a very little thing revolved around the fire the old nightingale whispers in the alley duplicate the trees any little thing evolves, tell your nurse the neon lights make you look pale and if we knew a dark street fails

it’s a nice night / its eyes tonight / it’s cold outside / but i don’t feel anything / maybe it’s the winter / maybe i feel something / that makes us feel cold / maybe it isn’t / after a sunny day / after a cold day maybe it’s the cold / maybe it is the knife/knight/night the moon shines in the snow / the full moon shines all night long / without clouds / without feeling / maybe it’s the cold / without feeling / maybe it’s the moon / but i don’t feel anything maybe it’s the sun shining in the snow / it’s a nice night / but i don’t feel anything / it’s a nice ride / the eyes between your thighs / the eyes between your legs the snow between your fingers / the thoughts between your ears the strange situations on a winter night / when you don’t feel anything / but i don’t feel anything / it‘s a nice ride / it’s a nice night / the moon is shining / the sun was shining / the moon is shining / in the snow / in the cold / but i don’t feel anything / shining in your thighs / shining in your eyes / shining in your heart / the wind / the mute / the noise / shining between your thighs / shining in your eyes / shining in your sunglasses / shining in your moonglasses / she shines between your thighs / but i don’t feel anything in a winter night maybe i should go / go to sleep and dream while the sun is shining in the snow / i want to go to bed while the sun is shining in the snow / i want to fall asleep while the moon is shining in the water but i don’t feel anything / maybe it’s the cold / maybe i need some sleep while it’s a bright day / i want another / it’s a very nice day / i want a new one / it’s a very nice day / i want a new one shining in your eyes / i want to sleep / shining in your sleep / i want to sleep / shining in your heart [i want to sleep] shining in your mind / i don’t feel anything / shining in your sleep / i don’t feel anything / maybe it’s the cold / maybe it is / maybe it’s the sun / it’s a nice day / it’s a very nice night, isn’t it a nice day / it is a nice ride / the sun between your legs / the moon between thighs / the snow between fingers and the crowd in your eyes and you don’t feel anything / i don’t feel anything / and you don’t feel anything / is it / it is / i don’t feel anything / it’s a nice night / is it / it is / isn’t it a nice day / is it / it is / it should be

does today carry the dawn her faint blueness or causes the dawn her greyness might this ochre morning be meaningless it's seems that the noon-sun saw the lights that shines in itself taking possession of itself the shining light in him taking possession of himself but her eyes were shut by a red shepherd, smiling butler of beauty the night threatening sometimes like black soft & actually something inexplicable contemplating and his niece wasn't waiting for the dusk