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Glory

by Bonn

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1.
Shedbreaker 02:52
Hear, hear! Whatcha saying? I'm in the mood for glory again. Yeah, yeah! In the swelter, here we go, dog days. Go down, on the sidewalk, peek and ambush, waylay and wait. Open wide, knock yourself out. Here comes the cure, lay down and get some! They say they dosed me for I wasn't okay. I did this to myself. I'm not the one to fit your expectation. I'm just a methhead with a heart of gold. Cheers, cheers, to the locals, houris in apron dress. Woohoo, on my last legs, peloton passing, oh no! Heat stroke, watch me crumble, dizzy sissy, squishy menisci. Yeah, yeah! I count my miles inside the ambulance. Hear, hear! Whatcha saying? I hit the booze and went astray. Fuck you, on the sidewalk! Golden boys with good veins do as they please. I'm on the fast track in an ambulance. I got there by myself. I am a addicted to my medication. I'm just a methhead with a heart of gold. Good veins, heart of gold.
2.
High Ropes 02:46
Where is my pink shirt? Where is my Lamborghini? Where's the glory, where's the fame? Where is my styling gel? Where is the tanning salon? Where's the glory, where's the fame? From number one to number zero. From number zero to musclehead. Where is my weight bench? Where is the tattoo artist? Where's the glory, where's the fame? Where is my pink shirt? Where is my Lamborghini? Where's the glory, where's the fame? I've got high hopes, posing on the ring ropes. Machine.
3.
Man in black, blow your whistle! I can't dare to blow my horn. It's a game of camouflaged wishes. A cul-de-sac with inflated balls. Let me be your jingo-django. Takes two men or more to tango. Let me do my favorite dance. No more banter, here's romance. Let me be your jingo-django. Takes two men or more to tango. Come on, hit me where the germ is. Come on, touch my epidermis. Slow dance, fast pace. Romance in the hard race. Au naturel dans la douche. Eau naturel dans ma bouche. Let me be your jingo-django. Takes two men or more to tango. Let me do my favorite dance. White men in white underpants. Man in black, I won't stay. I'll disappear and rise another day.
4.
Baltoro 03:23
Tether the tightrope, sever the slack ties of imagination, paint glaciers black. You climb a ladder, I the K2. I'm a lot madder than all of you. Books are no burden for a bold mind. Baltoro Glacier's burning, so is my groin. You stare into an indifferent sun, waiting for your master to come. You stare into an indifferent sun, sympathy I have none. Morphine addiction is my demise. I hex my medic, victory is mine. Let's play chess with Rudolf Hess. Drown him in a thousand spellbooks . Bomb the Krauts with horoscopes. Bury them under black bibles.
5.
Soaring through the sky with six pairs of socks on. 60 jumps a day and every jump could be the last. Eagles don't care. Bottle bottom glasses glittering in the sunlight. No dreams of gold or silver but balls made of titanium. Eagles don't care. Sleeping in a borrowed bed at a finnish psych ward. Eating scraps from rubbish bins, scrubbing floors, washing up. Eagles don't care. Coming down from a dynasty of plasterers. Meant to be the one man team, heading straight to Calgary. A quintessential British sportsman, who failed his way to fame and glory, couldn't be stopped otherwise than by rewritten rules. Eagles don't care. There are only two kinds of hope: Bob Hope or no hope. Eagles never give up, eagles cannot be stopped.
6.
Daddy used to work his ass off on the docks. I'm flying high to help me survive. On bennies, greenies, everything right in between. High as a Georgia pine I'm rolling, I still got a no-no going. You want to take my crown. I'll burn the whole place down. Get out of my face. Three strikes and you are out. It's the fear of losing, it's the fear of winning, it's the fear of failure, looming in the night. It's the fear of losing in the thirteenth inning. No, I won't play naked. Fuck everything and run. Nixon in the distance, calling balls and strikes. I'm flying high, a super-fly guy. A'cruising in my vinyl-trimmed red Cadillac. Slow as a sloth I'm crawling, yet I still got a no-no going. Curlers are my crown, ruling on the mound. Three strikes and you are out.
7.
32 minutes, slathered with cold balm. 32 minutes, liquored up. 32 Minutes, a bone-dry jersey. 32 minutes, sign of the cross. Cabbage and goose, all made up. Fueled up on booze, couldn't stop. Wetting the whistle like a jerk. 32 minutes, sign of the cross. It's all because men don't drink sodas. Sign of the cross. Sign of the boilermakers.
8.
Blue Trout 02:35
My fins are hurting. Where's my shoal? Lost to typhus, I'm last in line. My lungs are bursting from the cold. Burning submersion, I'm a defender. And if you all let me down, in the blackness of a Belgian moat, you will hear me sing my song: I'll sing “o sole mio” forever.
9.
Hey Chris, buckle up! Holy writ, prayer book. Close your eyes, open wide. Let there be fog. Always B, never A! I came here to win the race. I will run them to the ground. Always B, never A! Will they jump again today, in the forest, in the slopes? All the way, in my head, easy left, bend ahead. Praying in my hotel bed: Let there be fog. Always B, never A! I'ma conquer like I said. Hear that roaring, hissing sound. Always B, never A! Jump, boys, get out of my way! In the forest, in the slopes. Feel the tears of ecstasy running horizontally from my eyes into my ear, while I'm drifting, shifting gear. Feel the tears of ecstasy in the mist of Arganil, at the playground of the devil. Never A, it's B forever!

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released September 29, 2018

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Bonn Würzburg, Germany

Bonn sind Andreas Wehner (Ex-Shokei) und Philipp Oberhagemann (Ex-Harke). Bonn sind Schlagzeug und Bass. Bonn sind ein Duo, was ja durchaus angesagt ist heutzutage. Bonn spielen Rock'n'Roll - und zwar so wie Motörhead Rock'n'Roll spielen (laut und dreckig), ohne dabei wie Motörhead zu klingen.

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