Never A Trophy, Just A Steal

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released October 25, 2019

foto by Klaus Erika Dietl // instagram @klaus_erika_dietl

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sewicide Munich, Germany

sewicide is a solo/ collab project started by the sonic sewing artist Stephanie Müller who is also part of beißpony (ChicksOnSpeed Records/ RagRec). Stephanie considers sewicide as an open platform for various kinds of collaborations. sewicide was started in 2018 and is based at the MEDIENDIENST LEISTUNGSHÖLLE (Munich, Germany). ... more

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Track Name: Nation Of Defects
Drifter In The Mall

Nation of defects,
ladders no loopholes,
dumpsters no divers
Kaufe nichts mehr
töte die Wirtschaft
kaufe gar nichts mehr
Far beyond the the margins of temptation
töte die Wirtschaft
kaufe nichts mehr
headed for anonymity
welcome to obscurity
vanished from the curcuit of sensation

left to fade out namelessly
nation of defects,
ladders no loopholes,
dumpsters no divers
Licht im Kasten

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bound to be a drifter in the mall
only the shoplifter takes it all

Kaufe nichts mehr
töte die Wirtschaft
welcome to obscurity

life is just one godforsaken spot
trapped to watch one last golden shot

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certain looks sport confused looks

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life's on autopilot
to busy getting things to really see what's going on

X-Large - it is high time
complicated partners in crime
three dimensions, fickt die timeline

Kaufe nichts mehr
töte die Wirtschaft
kaufe gar nichts mehr
welcome to obscurity

nation of defects
ladders no loopholes
Track Name: Halbtote Stillleben
Gimme gimme noise, shelter, gimme noise

Halbtote Stillleben
Fliegen oder bleiben
Spinnen weben
Schweigen in Scheiben
Keine Beben

gimme love, give me noise, gimme shelter, baby, give me noise

Ich kratz am Kristallglas
verlasse meinen Rahmen
lösche Eure Aufnahmen

bye-bye silenzio

Halbtote Stillleben
auf Protein mit Vollgas
bye-bye silenzio, nur noch Beben

Wo soll das noch hinführen?
Der Lärm ist eingefroren, ich hab' längst verloren

give me noise, gimme shelter, baby, give me noise

In der Stadt der Reichen, wo sind denn die Vielen? Hier nur bleiche Leichen

gimme love, give me noise, gimme shelter, baby, give me noise

Hört ihr, die Stimmen, die nicht zählen? 60 befugt, 40 unberechtigt

gimme, gimme noise, shelter, gimme love
Track Name: Heart Of Trash
Heart of Trash

Pulli? Herzchen? Tupfen?
Und nicht viel mehr Nichts?

Bank account in the dance hall, champagne and wine
soon found out, I was loosing my mind
the latest trend, a pain in the ass
much-o bad taste, bling bling – flim flam

Banned from the sidewalks made of silk and gold
in panic for a life-time, up to date, but too old
heute hot, tomorrow flop – never ever prime time
much-o decay, nothing's made to stay

***

Sie ist immer heute, morgen weg, wie wir

L'unico modo di fuggire alla condizione di prigioniero è capire com'è fatta la prigione

ohhh, wie wir

While death performs confidentially in the background
one last shot of crystal in this graceland
just for fashion's sake – no judgement, textile wasteland

E poi non sapevo più cosa guardare e guardai il cielo

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Lured from their hometowns, each hot deal a trick
one girl's trash, another one's treasure
They're the ones I'm using, do not ask me why
much-o in charge, devil in disguise

Concussion for a week now – just cannot decide
all smoke & mirrors, headed to disband
arms like tree branches, packed with piles of shrouds
much-o sorrow – too little, too late

Each time the same rags, but some like it fresh
bad feels so good on unstable facades
seemed like the real thing, but I was so blind
much-o disaster – massive collapse

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Wenn ich tot bin, bin ich wahrscheinlich noch älter als jetzt

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