1. |
hk
02:46
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(the) taste of tiananmen
mixed with tear gas
despite the threat
holding out
in the storm
so fragile
it's flickering
weak in the night
it is still
our only light
it is still
our only light
(it) seems one last flame
of our western world
it is burning
so far east
hey mister president : don't wage war
don't wage war against your people – don't wage war, don't wage war
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2. |
at the bus stop
03:56
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an ad glows in the dark
reflexions on wet tarmac
neon lit structure in twilight
even the light is cold
crooked figure, crooked life-line
rythmic glow at the end of a cigarette
waiting in silence, but what for
the day that never comes
At the bus stop
at 7:40
will life comme to me
will it ignore me / will life ignore me
is the advertisment laughing ?
trying to push each other on the bank
a smile that can light up your day
i hope it will stay on
the waiting gives time for thinking
the thinking brings out old ghosts
floating around you in the darkness
waiting, what for
waiting is a passive occupation
you can’t do anything about it
is it to show you your place
in this society
At the bus stop
at 7:40
will life comme to me
will it ignore me / will life ignore me
life will ignore me
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3. |
shadows
03:55
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1
At first there is just a blurred picture
followed by a sudden rush of blood to the head
searching an explanation for why i am bathed in sweat
slowly the fog is clearing, clear pictures over my bed
refrain
We won't go away
We won't go away
You can try to push us back but
we are here to stay
2
pictures you took pains to bury away
neatly so far under all those memories
surprised expressions of pain and deception
tears en loved faces caused only by you
oh, don't be sulking
join in our game
our playground
is your mind
Oh, don't be sulking
join in the dance
we will swirl
around your mind
all roads are leading to one point
are too easily blocked
are too easly blocked
they won't go away
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4. |
drizzle (in erkrath)
03:05
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drizzle, darkness, headlights
feeling an urge to go outside
walking down the silent street
lonely king lit by streetlight
darkness, my cape, my friend
wrapped in darkness protecting me
neons reflect on tarmac
neons, my guide, my shining light
all alone
in the dark
feeling the
drizzle on my forehead
light spray of rain on my face
the moisture seems to invigorate me
headlights reflect on concrete
my cape of darkness protecting me
darkness, my cape, my friend
wrapped in darkness protecting me
neons reflect on tarmac
neons, my guide, my shining light
in the dark
wet tarmac
feeling the
sweat of my beer can
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5. |
icon mother
04:21
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mother me, mother you
christmas message with a twist
moving pawns , setting traps
mother me, mother you
justification for all mistakes
absolution of all your sins
mother me, mother you
holy mother, icon mother
saint mother, holy mother
mother you, mother me
justification for all mistakes
absolution of all your sins
mother me, mother you
christmas message with a twist
moving pawns , setting traps
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6. |
neat homes
01:48
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corn - swinging in the wind
blue – eyes
shy – Smiles
sudden – frowns
small – hands
grasp – cloth
look - down
don’t – run
hold – me
doors – ears and mouths alike
words – tears
not – destined
words – tears
should’nt – hear
neat – homes
clenched – fists
neat – homes
(and) gardens
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7. |
chasing pictures
04:03
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Chasing pictures of your youth / lost cause / lost cause
walking the streets of your youth / alone / At night
but that won’t bring them back / they’re gone / so gone
dreaming ‘bout that open sky / so wide / so free
The old world you knew has gone
statues tumbling, empires falling
all you once held dear
vaporizing, vanishing in the air
Your skin has become pourous / you feel / and say
every delight leaves / a bitter taste / a bitter taste
so hard to motivate / yourself / you say
today living seems / such a waste / such a waste
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8. |
the message
04:20
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familiar stranger at the door
brocken and dusty angel
bringing a message so precious
meet him tonight at the edge of town
refrain
run girl run
is he still – the same as – before the war
run through the twilight run faster
run like never before
the years of waiting are over
but what has the future in store
refrain
run girl run
do you run – towards – or away from him
end :
like everybody you had your flaws
but you have a special ability
to give love
unconditionally
believe me i still carry it
i tell you, it keeps me going
sometimes when
life’s oh so hard
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9. |
saint lazare
04:52
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1.
What a serious face
A black suit a tie
An ear plug to talk to
Quickly passing by.
Body bent forward
to pick up the pace
pushing and pulling
to win the race.
Refrain:
Where are they coming from, where do they go?
Why are they rushing, while I am so slow.
Surrounded by thousands, I’m still alone.
They must be thousands, I feel alone
(They are thousands, but I’m alone)
2.
The worm creeps slowly in
The doors open fast
Spitting those people out
Don’t wanna be the last
They start running again
All over this maze
Pushing and pulling
To win the race
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10. |
summer ends
07:17
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Hot day in august
glittering windscreens
the air seems alive (2x)
children are playing
everyone's dozy
everyone's equal
apart for the beauty
everyone's equal
apart for the beauty
refrain
You are right that life's a beach
but you don't see what's underneath
surface, you see the surface / it's all surface
everyone's calm
calmed down by heat
calmed down by light
and the astonishing sight
but there are bubbles
there on the water
and under the skin
heat from within
but there are bubbles
and heat from within
refrain
You are right that life's a beach
but you don't see what's underneath
surface, you see the surface / it's all surface
end :
Here comes the populist front
Crushin the feet down on the sand
who will willingly lend a hand
Spreading their lies across the land
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