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embrace - bulgarian cartrader lyrics

(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)

a bullet was shot into the sky on a rainy tuesday night in march
it was the year of the passing of hayleys commet
which n0body was able to see because of weather conditions
soon, the bullet felt cold and lonely in sp*ce
yearning for the resistance and warmth of a human body
so it slowed down it’s speed, returned to earth, and began it’s journey
the bullet
the bullet first found me at the age of three in a northern bulgarian town
i was smelling a pansy flower as it approached me
the bullet asked the question:
“is this now?”
but n0body replied
the bullet understood that this was just a memory and so it moved on

but about two years later it retrieved me in a village in south germany
my mother was adjusting a satellite dish
pointing its receiver towards the sky
and there on the screen, out of a blue digital ocean
we saw a message from heaven
(embrace)
it was mtv
(embrace)

the bullet left the sitting [?], finding me and my father again one year later
nicking car parts from a junk yard down at the river valley
it was hot summer, wild strawberry season
and just a few years later the bullet wandered the tiny medieval alleys of rottweil
passing by the kebab snack bar where we used to line up during lunch break
heads turning back to see miriam walking by
i was fifteen, she was seventeen
but her boyfriend was twenty

me, mother and the bullets in the auditorium of a small provincial theatre
there’s my father standing on the stage proclaiming his text on a piece called andorra
it’ll be the first and last time seeing him on stage
that night
the dream that has started on a drama school in bulgaria
ended in front of adult crowd on a foreign land
was it bad luck, or bad character?
who knows, who cares?
pictures of dead people in mogadishu
pictures of dead people in sarajevo
pictures of dead people in grozny, chechnya
the bullet heard me listening to the things fall apart by the roots over and over again
loving the way the instrumental faded out on every nine bars and step into the realm
and it drank the best german beer in a small brewery down by the river side
and sat beside me on the cooling grass
dizzy
asking again:
“is this now?”
no answer
i’m going:
“hey boy, hey girl, superstar dj!”
listening to surrender by the chemical brothers

beginning of september
returning from bulgaria
with the best tomatoes in the world
cans of white cheese, [?], rakija, wine
and just one week later
eating that one last big tomato from home
missing home
the bullet stood in the crowd while i performed with a soul cover band in a dungeon in koblenz called the circus maximus
the bullet wasn’t impressed
saw me perform my first songs on the local tv stations in mannheim
but my heart wasn’t really there yet
breaking my fingers with dumbbells
not being able to play guitar for two months
so that’s why they call them dumbbells huh?

walking down the corridor of my parents apartment after they split
they’ve removed all the pictures on the walls
but the paint behind the pictures looked brighter that the rest of the walls
it looked eerie, comic

the bullet followed me along my first long*term relationship
eventually packing my stuff after four years and moving out
am i dreaming? where’s the love gone?
the young bird asked the dying rose
performing with my former band on a music festival in new york in front of ten people
later giving an interview in the park overusing the term melancholy in order to describe a music
the bullet watched beside my bed
in some long nights see me wide awake and frightened by an unknown profound loneliness

me, building a greenhouse out of old windows
me, breaking hearts, feeling guilty
me, buying a ’91 e*class mercedes
driving it to the mechanics with a trailer
so proud, so happy
ten grands later
cruising with it
listening to lcd soundsystem and cody chessnut

a bullet
slow bullet
sticikng with me all the time
never leaving my side
the bullet asked me
is this now?
and i say:
“yes”
“this is now”
“i have a question, dear bullet”
“since you are a slow bullet”
“how do you plan to hit me?”
“you know i have the option to move”
“well i guess that’s the interesting point”, the bullet responds
“it used to be an option”
“now that i found you it’s not an option anymore”
“if you don’t move, i’ll get you”

(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)
(embrace)

- bulgarian cartrader lyrics

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