1. |
Tacheless
04:02
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Wicked! How beautiful are you!
Grand plans rising up in my head
What I want to do with you
But I don’t dare to speak out
Old Man, something in your story
Seems to be inconsistent to me
To hold connection I’ve to clear this
But I don’t speak out
Please don’t tell me lies, my friend, no
Please don’t tell me lies
Get your head out of your ass!
Ask for, if you have a wanting
To risk to get a rejection
Is better than to stall
Please tell me the truth, my friend, yes
Please tell me the truth
Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!
Life's too, Life's too short to…
Life's too, Life's too short to…
Life's too short to hum and haw.
So what am I waiting for
The best moment is almost over
With every lost opportunity
My life is fading…
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2. |
Torn
04:34
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I know who I am and
I know what I need so
This is my space and I
Will not cut it for you
I'm the only one who
is able to fill it
Downsizing it won't give
You any part of it
But what if defending my space
feels for you like a fight against the one between us?
TORN
It is not my fault
to be what I am
but in the end, will this insight help to feel fine?
So many needs and so much to give in me
A few people could not satisfy
And therein I see a beauty
And at the same time that you cry
On one side crossing your border
On the other - crossing mine
On no one I want to stay, no
‘cause on both sides there is pain
In the middle I find desperation
Lying in ambush for me and when I come it yells
And I have to go through with every changeover
Don't want to lose you but neither lose myself
TORN
It is not my fault
to be what I am
but in the end, will this insight help to feel fine?
It is not your fault
to be what you are
but in the end, will this insight help to feel fine?
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3. |
No Means No
03:51
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Jetzt hab Dich doch nicht so! Ich will Dir doch nur was Gutes tun.
No means No!
Get off! And do it to yourself!
Get off! And get on with yourself!
Du bist aber verklemmt. Jetzt entspann Dich doch mal n bischen!
No means No!
Kannst Du Dir vostelln, wie es ist,
Wenn Du am laufenden Meter mit solcher Scheisze konfrontiert bist?
Geh mal aus als Frau ohne n Kerl an der Hand
Und dann halt Dir beim Tanzen die betrunknen Typen auf Abstand.
Das enge Kleid ist keine Einladung mal Anfassen!
Zurückweisung ist nicht der Wunsch, sich erobern zu lassen!
Da war doch nix gibts nicht, die Sache ist komplex:
Grenzüberschreitung beginnt nicht erst bei ungewolltem Sex.
Get off! And get on with yourself!
Get off! And do it to yourself!
Where did you
not learned to see
Your counterparts sensitivities?
If you miss the needed empathy,
to pose a question could help maybe.
Open your eyes:
Crossing frontiers
Does not just start with a terrible...
No means No!
There is nothing to discuss about.
And if you dont get yourself straight,
Get lost and bloody fuck youself!
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4. |
Distraction
04:24
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Good morning, Cover page
Today the most important news:
Some election speech
I dont want to spend my life with
I dont want to spend my life with this shit
Look at him what he did and what he said
Look at her what she does and how she react
Listen now why they lost and what they did wrong
It affects us all so come along!
I dont want to spend my life with
I dont want to spend my life with this shit
Come watch this theatre!
Come watch this theatre!
DISTRACTION
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5. |
Viktualia
03:33
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Housing with horrific rents - that’s what the city does for us
Luxury apartments - that’s what the city does for us
One more prestige building - that’s what the city does for us
Gushing with self-gilding - that’s what the city does for us
Downtown sparkling deserts - that’s what the city does for us
The rest exiled to outskirts - that’s what the city does for us
High culture for tourists - that’s what the city does for us
TV for the poorest - that’s what the city does for us
Who are those who live in here? - We the people!
Who are those who work in here? - We the people!
Who are those who love in here? - We the people!
Those who give reasons to stay - Will maybe go away!
But sure - we will,
No matter where we’re living,
Hold on - to
To live self-giving
Cause we - we want
To create freely
The world - as we
Want it to be
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6. |
Delight
04:38
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I'm walking through the forest
Around me trees and bird songs
Free Head & Open Mind
Being with myself
I'm riding on my bicycle
With Pearl Jam in my ears
Freehand & Open heart
Being with Myself
I feel nobody around to look at me
No outside perspective and I am free
Free from my ego restraining me
Purely myself to be, Yeah!
I feel nobody around to look at me
No outside perspective and I am free
Free from my ego restraining me
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7. |
Automatron
04:00
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They wanna come to our city
Bringing in all their shitty
Stupid minds being dark brown
With a frown
Down
To our town
Their name Pogida the only witty
A handful of fulltime fascists coming from outside
But this is our city and our streets and we won't let them without fight
All the crowd emerges
All the antifa riff-raff converges
It doesn‘t take much time
And the blockheads are encircled
And the rest of us
Do not allow them to leave their bus
No space here for racism
To the gates of the city we chase them
Now the cops are coming
Reinforcement up-drumming
Bringing in all their toys
Don't raise the voice
make no noise
Trying stop us overrunning
They wanna show us who's the top dog
Who holds the control
Twenty years old prolog
No retake is the goal
But I won't dance to your tune
Don't need you to watch me
I won't dance to your tune
Don't want you to watch me
Hit the road, Yeah!
Bugger of, Yeah!
Hit the road, Yeah!
Get the fuck off!
Hit the road, Yeah!
Get lost, bastards!
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8. |
Old Man
04:30
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He gets out, walks straight to the coast
With hanging head and the ears almost
Hidden by the shoulders, stooping back
The feet, well, nigh too heavy to drag
He walks through the wind and he looks to the stars
Far away the next house, far away the next cars
The cliffs come closer and the sea beneath
Roars around the rocks and he clenches his teeth
You idiot!
Why’d you did it all as you did it
Fall pass into fall and you shitted
On the inner calls, which submitted
to change the way
A rage rises up and he can’t resist
It seizes him all, he clenches his fists
He knows this well, but not what to do
Against this shit and he blusters into
You idiot!
In the beginning your life was fitted
So well maybe it’s time to quit it
You messed it up anyway
To set it right it’s much too late
There were decisions to make and & he just did nothing
In fear of a mistake, in fear of something muffing
More and more he descended in lethargy
And while observing himself he got elderly
You idiot!
Now your body and soul is pitted
Why all this you have permitted
During your precious life flitted
Fast away
There were possibilities en masse
There were reasons enough to move the ass
Opportunities for himself to fight
Without considering long what’s wrong and right
And in the end he can can’t say
He didn’t know better, anyway
All the time he knew it
What kept him off to change all this shit?
You idiot!
In the beginning you you’re life was fitted
So well maybe it’s time to quit it
You messed it up, anyway
To set it right it’s much too late
What kind of a
Sadness-filled story
This old man will not ever happen to me
What kind of sad
Story is that
Than better instead, I - I’d like to be dead
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9. |
Nowhere
03:44
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When I was some days younger
Predestined life was over
I went out with good hunger
From school and parents’ home
My whole life before me
The whole world in front me
Infinite possibilities
And head full of ideas
Not always everything I
Do with satisfaction with my
Self cause I know often better
But do not act like this
But there’s no need to stress me
What will be will be will be
Someday I will arrive
Now I’m still on my way
Now I am some days older
My feeling is no other
I did not arrive anywhere
I am still on my way
I look back with new eyes
I look back somewhat more wise
I look back and I realize
There’s nothing to wait for
Nothing will change
but through you
What are you waiting for?
There’s no point of arrival
But in you
There is nothing to wait for – the spirit is in you
There is nothing to wait for – the spirit isn’t you
Wherever you are
And whenever we’ll be
You are always and everywhere
now and here
In the Now & in the Here
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10. |
La Para
04:27
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Growth, growth, growth my friend
Growth, growth till the end
Oh Lord, let it be
free market economy
...that Gross National Product counts air pollution and cigarette advertising, and ambulances to clear our highways of carnage. It counts special locks for our doors and the jails for the people who break them. It counts the destruction of the redwood and the loss of our natural wonder in chaotic sprawl. It counts napalm and counts nuclear warheads and armored cars for the police to fight the riots in our cities. It counts Whitman's rifle and Speck's knife, and the television programs which glorify violence in order to sell toys to our children.
Yet the gross national product does not allow for the health of our children, the quality of their education or the joy of their play. It does not include the beauty of our poetry [or the strength of our marriages], the intelligence of our public debate [or the integrity of our public officials]. It measures neither our wit nor our courage, neither our wisdom nor our learning, [neither our compassion nor our devotion to our country,] it measures everything in short, except that which makes life worthwhile.
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Conium Potsdam, Germany
Conium is a German progternative band from Potsdam, formed in 2011.
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