1. |
Goldmine Of Truth
03:09
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i know your sorrows
but why do you fight the poor?
you´re standing here angry
with a feeling about to fall
one hour until sunrise
and the city´s burning bright,
you´re standing there wondering,
if this way is right
you can feel the anger
but don’t know how it’s meant to be
while fearing the unknown
it’s not better to be free
one hour until sundown
and the house is burning down
you´re standing there angry
with a feeling about to drown
take a nugget and build yourself a goldmine of truth
take the truth and build yourself a castle of fear
there is no right life in the wrong one
you´re blinded by hatred
of those you don’t know
you´re fighting your sisters
that lived years ago
you meet yourself early morning
to do your own parade
to march, to let out anger
to sing your songs of hate
you think of a better living
while you crucify your soul
as you do it to your brother
like it was your only goal
the streets end up in smoke
like your mind that is subsided
and your visions of a better life
end up divided
take a nugget and build yourself a goldmine of truth
take the truth and build yourself a castle of fear
there is no right life in the wrong one
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2. |
Leaving Ten Times
04:13
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she says goodbye and now you go
she had her blue, blue summer pants on
she says goodbye like you did ten times before
i am sorry, but i just don’t know
what i know for sure, yes i know
you ought to go.
summers heat and summers rust
summers mud and summers dust
burned her heart and cooled cooled down her mind
i am sorry, but i just don’t know
what i know for sure, yes i know
you ought to go.
and when she comes back in my open arms
it feels like never been apart
i am sorry, but i just don’t know
what i know for sure, yes i know
you ought to go and i got to go.
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3. |
All Your Teachers
03:50
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you rest here in your gentle life
little boy of security
the hokey voice shouts ´look at me,
i even got a silent wife´
but then there is the day after
when nothing appears intimate
and your elder friend whispers hard
´grab your feet that’s all you’ve got´
guess you better open your eyes
start thinking and stop to admit that
all your teachers told you lies
so you go along with it but
there is nothing on your way
neither caught nor in liberty
´i´m floating but it’s up to me´
you rest here in your gentle life
little son of the furious
the mother´s voice shouts ’stay with me‘
´then you’ll have a quiet ride´
guess you better open your eyes
start thinking and stop to admit that
all your teachers told you lies
back at home
back at school
and then, out on the streets
they told you lies
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4. |
Hotel Room
03:50
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the first floor is where the landlord lives
with his wive and the kids and they always stay
in the hotel room
in the hotel room
on the second floor the housemaid waits
and the landlord comes from time to time to see
in the hotel room
in the hotel room
the gluesniffer crawls on the third floor’s ground
explores a resurrection that brunhild found
in the hotel room
in the hotel room
on the fourth floor hides the pusherman
dragging and rushing through the midnight land
in the hotel room
in the hotel room
in the last apartment on the fifth floor hallway
old lady waits for the man to call her
in the hotel room
in the hotel room
6th floor, 7th floor, 8th floor, nine
climbing to the rooftop hoping to find some sight
in the hotel room
in the hotel room
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5. |
Cigarettes
04:29
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sitting here with another glass
while breath outside is freezing
and it feels like she´s laying next to him
instead he holds a cigarette and a bouquet of ideas
he holds an apple, he holds the bread
the white men have paid for
and he does not know what he is running for
instead a slight misgiving hazes through his head
who is running
who is hiding
who is watching
what other men have been through
he sees his brother come along
carries loads of disturbance
and knows that all the thousands here
came by fishtrucks, land and sea
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6. |
Road Song
04:12
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i heard you lost your, heard you lost your
heard you lost your father yesterday
car accident, it was a car accident
down road chile, down road chile
i heard there was a baby child born
i heard there was a baby child born
six years ago
six years ago
he won´t do the the same mistake again
won´t do the the same mistake again
it´s about leaving
it´s about leaving
and he knows something’s wrong
for to show that it’s gone, that it´s gone
earn some money, take the airplane
earn some money, take the airplane
return back again
return back again
he won´t do the the same mistake again
won´t do the the same mistake again
it’s about loving
it’s about loving
and he knows something’s wrong
for to show that it’s gone, that it’s gone
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7. |
Last Year
03:37
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we just met about eight years ago
she was turning around on a moving floor
alright little boy you are so fine
come on over and have a nice time
so she came to my hometown again
we were strolling around and then
she missed her last bus though she came on time
and had to stay but that was alright
right after a neil young concert
the boys took the bus and i went nowhere
to her three room apartment that was close to that place
ended up withe the feelings in haze
the silver hinge held me three years more
but last month i released me for sure
i recognised that the way is too far
and keep these memorys in furry jar
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8. |
Sea
03:01
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going out, wondering ´round
gonna see, went to dream
guess it is not
what it seems to be
got a mountain´s peak in my back
strange thoughts in my neck
going down to the river
where the track is waiting for me
i follow the river
i see what it delivers
i’m going down to the sea
where the big surf is coming in
monolith logs are floating
whales are moaning
waves are rolling
and the water pours in me
i start to feel now
i start to need now
i start to sleep now
for the sake of some relief
i’m back on the beach
my blue face bleeds
i’m dug in the sand
but i’m finally free
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9. |
Mama
03:51
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mama tries to keep her baby warm
raper arrives just before dawn
and says ´your boy is pretty good looking´
another woman seems to be afraid
her son smiles, turns his head
and points at the gun in his fingers
we prefer some loving
but you better get your boots on
i got a friend down in nowhere´s land
he crawls on his knees again
he points at a woman on the kitchen floor
he points, shoots, he´s killing
mama opens kitchen door
finds her family torn apart
and leaves the city she was raised in
found another place to stay
it took months for the way
and no one knew where it lead to
we prefer some loving
but you better get your boots on
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10. |
Life Is Visiting
05:35
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and i don´t know my name
i mean the blank on my way
can´t tell the fortune of fame
my mind just wants me to stay
i wouldn´t greet this old man
sitting behind the black door
he says `now step in my van`
i wouldn´t tell you much more
but. life is visiting when i´m already late
life is leaving when it turns out great.
now i´m captured by her
and then they pine over me
there is so much to sober
but i´m too gutless to flee
right here is the place
in my sweet drunken steps
moms are covered in haze
it´s just the beauty of gaps
but. life is visiting when i´m already late
life is leaving when it turns out great.
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SIRKUS Düsseldorf, Germany
since the friends first met, various journeys brought them to the congo, burkina faso, the middle east and the american west
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