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New World Ahead
03:50
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Dust of the road blown by the early morning wind
Curly wave shapes are stroking the ground
No sounds around but a squeaking signboard
Burnt by the sun of the stranded western town
You’re standing there with the future in your hands
You solved and closed all drifting yesterdays
Turn around and see
There is beauty
And nothing left to wait for
A new world ahead
Of endless horizons
Walk on joyfull into virgin lands
Your eyes are tired but they smile with the sun
Such a dizzy freedom
Gold promises to rise
It is the right time
A new world ahead
Of endless horizons
Walk on joyfull into virgin lands
So fly baby fly in the laughing sunshine
And shout baby shout how happy you are
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2. |
Free Yourself
03:40
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It's Friday night
Now sweep the week's angers and move
Stop your buzzing thoughts
No tight deadlines no strict dress code
Just follow the groove
Solid beats wrap you in
Roll down your skin
Arouse your spin
And make you dance
And give yourself to music before it is too late
Breath out all the germs
And repressed drives about to burst
Clear out their scolding faces
That day by day nibbled you faith
And follow the beat
That takes you to the inner you
That too long neglected place belonging to no one but you
Blow all the rest out
Give yourself to music
Give yourself the chance
Because it's now
And not later
That you are alive
Give yourself to music because it's not too late
You feel the beat
Your body breathes
Increases the heat
And your spirit sneezes
It makes you free
It makes you breath
It takes you low and brings you high
Your body breathes
Your spirit sneezes
You feel the beats and it makes you free
It makes you breath
It makes you free
And music is the key
Free
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3. |
Miserable
02:07
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Most boring town
Full os stupid kids
Fucking sky so low
Fucking wind so cold
I feel miserable
So fucking miserable
Missing the last train
Not a coin to spend
Heading my 40s and still
A student fate
I feel miserable
So fucking miserable
Stumbling in the rain
Not a wink of sleep
The smell of long burnt oil
Long heads in the train
I feel miserable, miserable, miserable
So fucking miserable
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4. |
Icebear
04:11
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Mud and grass
Shrinking icefields
Sipped into the ocean mass
Shades of greys overcast the sky
360° of dismay
The glowing white coat of Icebear
Stained, stained, stained
Their fate is to drown or to starve
Choose yours
Tears won’t help
Tears won’t help a thing
Your hear it in the news — watch it on tv ¬— share it with yours friends — you explain to your kids — somethimes you get worried — you can’t even sleep ¬— but surprisingly you go on and on — pretending ignorance
On planet earth we could
Run through the woods,
Kiss by the river,
Make love
But we’ve spoiled it all and sucked it dry
We’ve ruined it
We ‘ve spoiled it all and sucked it dry
And Tears won’t help
Tears won’t help
My dear old friends — what comes next ?
As living conditions have worsen
The human kind is seriously considering migrating
Escaping
To another planet
Away
In the stars
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5. |
Metro Blanche
03:14
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Few steps ahead
So long
Weary head
Some kind of light
Some hopes
In the distance
Look up once again
Throw up sparks to ignite
Your
And my
Way out
Exhausted cries
In the heart of the night
Wash out my thoughts
And freeze
My
Brain
Wash out
Wash out
Wash out
My pain
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6. |
Rockstar
03:25
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Sitting here in a cafe with a notebook and a pen
Gazing at the people
Pretending not to care
My coffe's black, ashtray's packed, am reading Jack Kerouac
Chasing inspiration, I'm a newborn rockstar
When I'm on stage girls just get mad
I often gain easy shags
Here comes the fame but I keep it cool
Am pretty laid back
When I'm down (i'm not perfect)
There's always one to give me head
From back and front and inside out I'm a newborn poet
Have a look at me — I'm a rockstar
Raise your hands to me — I'm a rockstar
With the lads we get along we walk on a single track
Little bored to play but anyway
We get our cash the place is packed
Don't like them much
They're real nerds
But we are up for the big bucks
And if we fail it's not too bad
I can always ask my dad
Have a look at me — I'm a rockstar
Raise your hands to me — I'm a rockstar
We get a hit
Then we quit
Of music we get rid
Retiring quick
What a better bliss
While the others take the piss
Have a look at me — I'm a rockstar
Raise your hands to me — I'm a rockstar
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7. |
Trees Don't Run
03:36
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Trees don't run
They're not bothered with time
They're watching clouds
And birds above their heads
And even planes
High above
They don't pretend
They are
They are
Trees don't run
They're not worried about pay
No pension funds
Or how to feed their kids
No elder care
Or mortgage
They don't freak out
They are
Or were
And as they're chopped down they'll be furnishing our homes
And watch peacefully generations pass and die
Or they'll be thrown into a fireplace
That brings us warmth and lights each other's eyes
And as they stand
Branches playing in the wind
They are
They are
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frANGERstein
02:59
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On a snowy day
He rang the bell
And waited at the door
Silently
White flowers in his hands his gaze in insecure
He climbed up many stairs
Walked along empty rooms
In this long gone house crumbling
Mama
It's me
He got over the walls and jumped over the wires
Walked alone in the cold
His feets are bloody tired
Mama
Open the door, it's me
Mother is coming not even a grin
What are you doing here the night before xmas
Why is your hair so short and how did you know where I was
There's no way you can stay here you know
Mother o mother
Where is my dad
Without you and him
It's been o so hard
How much I suffered
It made me stronger
My dad was a quitter
It turned me into monster
I can't control
Every time I'm hurt
My fists jump and hit
I can't make it stop
I can't control
I can't control
Don't fall
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Floating
05:08
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How does it feel
Floating in ether
Ground getting closer
At an increasing speed
The end is near
How does it sound
The breath at your ear
Does it bring sweet or sour
Memories
Are you filled with love
You gave and received
Or is it a decisive blackout
Is it the red
Or the blue of your nights
That sparked first in your mind
As the end came near
How did you get
That your string got loose
Dropping you
Falling from our world into the sky
Now you’re floating
You’re floating in the sky
You’re floating a tour side
You’re floating with the clouds
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Useless
04:26
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A last sip of coffee - Well my cup is empty
Combing my hair, spotting white —oh despair
Checking statements - No additional cents
Cleaning and cooking - And a washine machine
A day by day - verse
Swinging round in my head
Day by day - In my head
A bunch of blue notes - Two-three insane thoughts
Four or five sighs - Untrustworthy lies
Waiting - For something
That never comes
Longing - Longing
For better days
A day by day verse
Swinging round in my head
Day by Day - In my head
Useless
This state of mind where all is against me
Whatever I do, there’s someone on my spine
A crew of bad news and harrassing fate
Waiting, waiting but no lightening
Look at me and shout it loud — I’m useless
You’re ashamed, don’t hide it — I’m hopeless
Let me crawl and burn my soul — I’m proudless
Leave my taste my smell my shape — existenz-less
Look at me and shout it loud, I’m useless
You’re ashamed, don’t hide it, I’m hopeless
Burn my soul and let me crawl
I’m useless
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11. |
Green on Blue
05:53
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12. |
frANGERstein (jazz edit)
03:28
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