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einar örn:
strangely shaped
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ghostly
tale of strange shapes infiltrating life and the rest of your life.
One could say a scary story not to be copied or remembered or experienced. |
einar örn
: mess up
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the
catalyst of life, the emotion which truly messes me up so that I
am all shook up. the modern day love song in all its simplicity. |
einar örn:
calm water
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being
in reykjavik provides the perfect setting for the best of refreshing
walks. the danger of the inner cities culminate in the wandering
rabbit, the ex pet, let loose by the former owner creating the foreign
atmosphere. |
einar örn: bankbank
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where
is my money is shouted more frequently everywhere. the situation
though worsens when the envelope is lost and the shoes. one cannot
search barefoot for long. is all lost. |
einar örn:
cough of love
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if
love makes you sick, you cough. such a sickness should be avoided
like any other cold. lovesick is no state to be in and especially
with that cough, one would think it is contagious.
swallowing love. |
einar örn:
thirsty fly
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the
least known thirsty barfly singalong chant. very ancient and shows
examples of primitive melody composition. |
einar örn:
bump
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the
shock of being accidentally hurt, the shock of pain sends conflicting
behaviour patterns through the pain. the morphing into the bump from
the crash is scary. |
einar örn:
drunk piano
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you
are what you eat, you are what you hear, you are what you play. the
instruments revenge on the humans. tamtilitamtiltamtamtam is hummed. |
einar örn:
jejeje
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the
second most common chorus after lalalala. a typical pop tune with
a comprehensible chorus, so joyful it never becomes painful. |
einar örn:boink
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the
invasion of the boink which in good weather is good companion. you
realize aswell that loving bad weather is not a handicap. nor the
uselesseness of boink |
einar örn:
monday
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the
monday in me is a moanday. and it sounds mad. especially on a rainy
afternoon. the primary motive for ghostigital.this record had to
be documented and made.
welawelawelawelawelawelawelawela |
einar örn:
loosing it.
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the voices are no longer in my head but behind my
head and feel fine. now.
the voices nah...nah...
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