Brick By Brick

by KAIKO

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1.
Roadworks 03:22
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
2.
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?
3.
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?
4.
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
5.
Freiburg 05:36
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.
6.
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.
7.
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
8.
Itchy Feet 03:35
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.
9.
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.
10.
July 03:49
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?
11.
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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released September 30, 2016

All Songs Written by KAIKO
Music & Lyrics by Kathrin Kolleritsch, Ines Kolleritsch, Georg Schober, Philipp Maier & Thomas Gieferl
Produced by KAIKO, Georg Showbaer & Werner Angerer

Recorded at 4Tunes Studio by Werner Angerer
Mixed by Werner Angerer
Track 7 Rap Recorded by Georg Showbaer
Percussion Recorded by Tom Zwanzger & Viktor Knebel at Stress Studio Graz
Mastered by Maciek Dabek

Artwork by Minzile

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