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Roadworks
03:22
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Two cities, too busy, toothpaste on my shirt.
Two years, you look pretty in your black skirt.
Three minutes away from missing my train,
three secrets away from understanding your brain a little bit more
See you next time, words pass by like weeks.
I walk down the roadworks in our street
And I knock on your door with a stone in my chest,
Hoping for your soul to pave the road back
Brick by brick and word by word
I will understand how you walk this world
Patiently I’m waiting for you under the avocado tree
You’re lying in a hospital bed
Greasy hair, yesterday’s clothes, tomorrow’s not planned.
So what about taking time and wasting it?
Go lose our minds and keys
Soon you’ll be gone and I’ll stand here
on this big pile of questions.
Maybe next year we’ll find us roaming on concrete
feeling grass growing under our feet
Brick by brick and word by word
I will understand how you walk this world
Patiently I’m waiting for you under the avocado tree
Brick by brick
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We wake up in a dirty bed.
My mouth tastes like last night’s regrets.
For breakfast you serve weak smiles,
Cold shoulders and warm hands
In your couch hides a moldy heart
And its sorrows you’d never show
I see you swallowing all the pain
And your lonely piece of bread.
Honey, don't give me that frown, let's stop talking for now
I'd rather go out, maybe the city will take away these clouds
Let's leave our heads inside the house
And run randomly through town until we
find ourselves back on that way we always come around.
We take off our dirty shoes
and enter the scene of old deja-vu.
Your lips long for me desiring
you and your needs endlessly.
Too close to breathe I need to be all alone
Cause in the palm of your hand my skin turns into stone.
Let's share our stories not write them as one
and you will discover this chapter has just begun.
Release this love
What if we look for the next steps instead of where we want to be
What if we grasp these knots and not us wanting to be free
Let's gather every word and thought
and pile them up towards the sky until we
lose the ground under our feet and realize
The canvas somehow lost its color
as we finished our strokes
we kept on drawing for each other
but never together, always apart
release this love
it has just begun
it has just begun
it has just begun
when will it be gone?
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You Better Had Listened
04:44
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Hey sister, what are you still doing here in bad-mood-downtown?
I thought, this mister is already your man, but I can’t see him here around
Didn’t we have a tricky conversation bout’ the two of you?
It seems that you didn’t catch any of my points of view.
In those days you better had listened to what I had to say
I know that you’re resisting, but get back in the game.
Any word I said turned to dust in your eyes,
but you’ll realize that you should have taken my advice
Let’s be honest honey, I have to admit something too.
Sometimes I can’t control myself when I start to pressure you.
Love is not a competition. No rules, nothing to loose.
If you play your cards, do it carefully, cause’ it may be the last move.
In those days you better had listened to what I had to say
I know that you’re resisting, but get back in the game.
Any word I said turned to dust in your eyes,
but you’ll realize that you should have taken my advice
How often have I told you to put that idea out of your mind
and let out the nasty little girl you keep hiding inside?
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Leaves are turning
from redrustcopperbrown to grey
My head’s burning,
cause’ all these worries just don’t fade away.
There’s a mountain of thoughts
and a room full of work to pass through.
But around this ghost town
I’m lost in my heaven and in my daydreams about you.
This situation is hardly understandable, I know.
Though’ I have this weird fascination for you stories and lips,
yeah my heart glows.
You’re oceans away, far from here,
but still close in my mind
When I’ll reach you, we could start again and
forget the world for a while
I can’t wait to kiss your nose
and to be under your spell.
Excuse my cheesy writing,
but I miss your eyes like hell.
Let’s dance barefoot to our favorite songs,
let’s break walls.
No matter what they say,
we got us and freedom, that’s above all.
This situation is hardly understandable, I know.
Though’ I have this weird fascination for you stories and lips,
yeah my heart glows.
You’re oceans away, far from here,
but still close in my mind
When I’ll reach you, we could start again and
forget the world for a while
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Freiburg
05:36
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Feels like we’re queens,
conquering the pavements
Lost in a city, full of hidden treasures.
Wandering the streets in amazement,
alleys so picturesque.
What is waiting for me here?
Drunk and high and happy.
Fire under our skin.
You make me write poems.
I’ll be back soon again.
Another day, another song,
another glass we raise.
Shameless, careless, reckless.
Another way to seize the dawn,
another warm embrace.
We dance our asses off until we’re breathless.
What is waiting for me here?
Drunk and high and happy.
Fire under our skin.
You make me write poems.
I’ll be back soon again.
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Playing cards on her old table
and talking bout’ the gossip in town.
They said her state is unstable,
so I’m trying at least to be around her.
Oh, Rosemary is sometimes upset
about this damn situation.
But self-pity hasn’t eaten her up yet,
so I think she needs someone to tell her something like that
Hold on to the good things
and keep your head up.
This song shows that some day
everything is gonna be alright.
Playing cards on her old table
and talking bout’ the weather.
They said her state is getting worse,
so I’m trying at least to keep smiling.
But Rosemary is sometimes angry
about this damn, fucking cancer.
No, I won’t let this old, beardy man
take her away from me
Hold on to the good things
and keep your head up.
This song shows that some day
everything is gonna be alright.
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Look at this face, in these eyes
Under this old skin, behind a tie
That chokes all the empathy
Hear these words, in every line
Hides a fragile mind
That is caught in it’s own reality
He crowns the scapegoats with barbed wires
Drags’ em down to mud and mire
These heavy boots
A cold september.
He spits flames and spreads the fire
Come closer and you’ll find „Liar“
Written in black ember
Fear can be deceiving
Changes all the ways of us perceiving the world
Unconsciously, restless dreaming
Your heart freezing slowly
Now look at your face, listen inside
Hear the pulse of worries floating down your spine
Truth is always the first answer
When your head is dazed, your hands are tied
You don’t feel the strings pulling you side to side
The puppet and the dancer
In disguise
Illusionary trails seem so right
When dread darkens sanity’s light
You’re about to lose yourself
A tempest takes over the kite
Only now you realize that you’re on a dangerous flight
Fear can be deceiving
Question yourself and what you believe in
Don’t be afraid to listen to your feelings
And you’ll find your heart beating
Pandamonium
the gem sold was a cubic zerconia,
while opens his laptop with coltan in,
he said border control made him feel at home again,
in a glass house and he's stone flinging,
bring in a cup
double scotch on the rocks drinking
Other hand handles Double barrel shotgun
that's known for clipping wings of Pigeons trying to catch a distance
With a smile drawn to a smerk,
to clip ’em he's most efficient
it’s fun, not work, just keeps his ticker ticking,
His son ain't got no work
he said to foreigners they've all been given
Forgetting that his son ain't even qualified for knitting,
I heard you rap and from who's your pay check given?
I said I'm independent like man out of Van dere Belling
He switched the topic with some quickness
and said I know boys with those afro got some better shit selling
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Itchy Feet
03:35
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Upside down, I’m hanging on a thin rope,
Far up from the ground.
In this rainy town, the decisions to make
are nowhere to be found.
Flashback, four weeks ago.
I lost myself in liberty again.
Pitch black is my mood
when I think of the wanderlust I had since then.
I keep telling myself:
„Girl, focus on, focus on reality!“
Instead I’m always making plans
for the next place to go.
I can’t stand on those itchy feet anymore.
What is my freedom all about?
Dropping everything and leaving this town?
I’m always searching for it somewhere else,
but maybe I’ll find it right here.
Upside down, I’m hanging on a thin rope,
Close to the ground.
In these busy streets, the answers I need
are nowhere to be found.
Too many thoughts about consequences
and too many cigarettes
make life a bit more adventurous
but my tiny, little heart and lungs upset.
New faces, new boots and questions
are waiting for me,
But am I chasing something
I could also find here?
Damn,
I can’t stand on those itchy feet anymore.
What is my freedom all about?
Dropping everything and leaving this town?
I’m always searching for it somewhere else,
but maybe I’ll find it right here.
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Tricky Conversation
03:13
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I get a call, the same number like before
Pickin’ it up, I hear her quiet voice asking for
An advice, what she could do right now
„I’m so confused about this one guy in town.
Like paralyzed, I stood there next to him,
my mind kept me from saying a thing.“
I tried to tell her that she should go ahead,
but she’s too insecure, so I said:
„Get your ass out of the self-pity you’re wallowing in.
Nothing ventured, nothing gained.
Please make a new start,leave the shy girl behind.
In this sweet, new world, there is so much to find.
Stop moaning and groaning here all alone.
Tricky conversation, I’ll put down the phone.
I told her that she’s gorgeous inside and out,
but she’s drowning in a river of doubts.
„I don’t like the face I see in the mirror“, she said last night.
Then I rolled my eyes and told her
that she would be so blind.
Why can’t she realize
that her self-confidence is treading on thin ice?
Her head would explode, she’ll become insane,
if she keeps being afraid to jump
Please make a new start, leave the shy girl behind.
In this sweet, new world, there is so much to find.
Stop moaning and groaning here all alone.
Tricky conversation, I’ll put down the phone.
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July
03:49
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The doors opened and sister winter crossed my way.
In a crowd of strangers I saw you chasing her away.
Passing by little skyscrapers in the heart of your town.
But I only had eyes for your eyes,
while my concentration closed down.
Two days outside of time and space were nothing at all
I can’t wait, so during the hour of darkness
I give you a call
Bonsoir, Mademoiselle,
there’s something I need to tell you, won’t you come by?
I guess that I’m under your spell,
so maybe we could give it a try.
Will I see you in July?
At hidden places I heard how your heart beats time
A smile on your face illuminates the steel streets
and meets mine.
I came closer and saw that this film runs in slow motion
Let’s compose an ode to the night called
„Everything we do is an explosion!“
Two days outside of time and space were nothing at all
I can’t wait, so during the hour of darkness
I give you a call
Bonsoir, Mademoiselle,
there’s something I need to tell you, won’t you come by?
I guess that I’m under your spell,
so maybe we could give it a try.
Will I see you in July?
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11. |
Being Happy And Sad
05:16
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Mood swings, I block my way
This phase is nearly over, it’s time to enter the day.
I can’t stand the cheerful songs of the birds outside,
so I kill them all and make a dress out of their feathers tonight.
When I’m running through the woods,
followed by orange clouds,
I embrace familiar smells of trees
and become one with the sounds.
The mistake I made was chasing after bleak visions for too long.
Could someone please cut these scenes out of mind?
Roses are dead, violets blurred
Sugar’s bitter, screw her!
Everything is so fucking surreal.
I just don’t know how to feel.
But then a wise girl sang about
being happy and sad at the same time.
First, I was in doubt,
but now I admit that she was right.
Because behind smiling lips,
you will find a pathetic ghost inside
who remains in the past
and keeps me awake in sleepless nights.
Flooded my room
with doubts and fears til’ I was soaked.
My lungs are burning
cause’ they’re full of smoke.
You know, self destruction
is such a pretty, little thing.
It makes you release the demons
hidden deep under your skin.
Roses are dead, violets blurred
Sugar’s bitter, screw her!
Everything is so fucking surreal.
I just don’t know, I just don’t know
But then a wise girl sang about
being happy and sad at the same time.
First, I was in doubt,
but now I admit that she was right.
Because behind smiling lips,
you will find a pathetic ghost inside
who remains in the past
and keeps me awake in sleepless nights.
In sleepless nights...
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