sweaty crease 29

free play.

swcrease29.nfo

1. play the music
2. look at photos
3. play again if music stops


Adult. - Nausea
pressed in 2000
























nausea.


nnnausea, nausea, nausea.
nausea.

you don't even know how i feel-a
you don't even know how i feel-a
you don't even know how i feel-a
you don't even know how i feel-a

nnnausea, nausea, nausea.
nausea. nausea. nausea, nausea.

you don't even know how i feel-a
you don't even know how i feel-a
you don't even know how i feel-a

you don't even know, you don't even know, you don't even know how i feel-a
you don't even know how i feel-a
nausea.
you don't even know how i feel-a
nausea.
you don't even know how i feel-a
nausea.
you don't even know how i feel-a

nauseaaa.

























Franz Marc - Der Stier

'I see that that declaration amazes you. Have you never suddenly needed understanding, help, friendship? Yes, of course. I have learned to be satisfied with understanding. It is found more readily and, besides, it's not binding. "I beg you to believe in my sympathetic understanding" in the inner discourse always precedes immediately "and now, let's turn to other matters." It's a board chairman's emotion; it comes cheap, after catastrophes. Friendship is less simple. It is long and hard to obtain, but when one has it there's no getting rid of it; one simply has to cope with it. Don't think for a minute that your friends will telephone you every evening, as they ought to, in order to find out if this doesn't happen to be the evening when you are deciding to commit suicide, or simply whether you don't need company, whether you are not in a mood to go out. No, don't worry, they'll ring up the evening you are not alone, when life is beautiful. As for suicide, they would be more likely to push you into it, by virtue of what you owe to yourself, according to them. May heaven protect us, cher monsieur, from being set on a pedestal by our friends! Those whose duty is to love us - I mean relatives and connections (what an expression!) - are another matter. They find the right word, all right, and it hits the bull's-eye; they telephone as if shooting a rifle. And they know how to aim. Oh, the Bazaines!' - Albert Camus (cut)