Ben Christophers
trashed dictaphone blues
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My body shakes like a tree
Swirling leafs burst from my head
I'm a wanderer like my father wanders too
So it makes me happy when i hear you are singing
Like a swallow in the sound
In the deep night of your singing
The root of your sorrow is that boy and it's me
The root of your sorrow is that boy and it's me
I saw a whirlwind shaped knife
In the dream i was the killer
Then the roots of the tree
Grow right up around me
To become part of a drawing
And walk inside the picture
Through all the silent cities
All i was then
A ghost behind the glass
The root of your sorrow is that boy and it's me
Like a fly to my wounds
Like a fly to my wounds
- Album:
- Viewfinder
- The Spaces In Between
- Spoonface
- Miscellaneous
- My Beautiful Demon
- Essenchill
- Uncut: Unconditionally Guaranteed, Volume 9
- 2 Meter Sessies, Volume 10
- Uncut 2001.11
- Transatlantic Shooting Stars
- A Late Junction Compilation, Volume 1
- Acoustic
- Acoustic, Volume 2
- 2 Meter Sessies @ Crossing Border Volume 1
- Kulturkantine: Acoustic Lounge: The Singer and Songwriter...
- The 420 Album
- Acoustic Vol.2
- Delicatessen, Volume 6: Cooking Vinyl Sampler 2004
- Leaving My Sorrow Behind
- Good Day for the Hopeless