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At The Wall
04:45
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At the Wall xxx
Darlin’, winter is coming,
at the wall in Berlin.
A man is playing the violin,
as the rain freezes above him.
Darlin’, winter is coming,
at my post in Berlin.
There are no leaves left on the tree,
I hear music from the other side.
Dreamers never learn,
dreamers never learn.
Can’t sleep – miss you.
It’s getting dark now.
Miss the sun penetrating the sky.
Miss the unexpected in life.
Write soon, that’s all
Darlin’, there are sore spots,
at the wall in Berlin.
Freezes slowly,
as the stars fall down in a basket.
Darlin’, there are small cracks,
near my post in Berlin.
I am cold here
Could I sneak to the other side
Dreamers never learn,
dreamers never learn.
Can’t sleep – miss you.
Friedrichstrasse is quiet now.
There’s an earthquake in my heart,
as Berlin disappears in the dark.
Write soon, that’s all
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2. |
Shoegazing / For Emily
03:55
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Shoegazing / for Emily
A Mexican beach band is slowly killing a song
It’s an Italien wedding and everything seems wrong
I’m waiting for Emily, hope she won’t be long
so for now I’ll order another beer
Emily rushes in as the bride takes her groom
While she hugs me, I dream in her perfume
And how I met her in the dressing room
she wrote something on the wall
A great deal of hours spent gazing at my shoes
Locked in a tower with nothing left to loose
Being a line in a modern mans blues /to be alive in a modern mans blues
Emily talks about music as I try to keep my cool
About Bob and George and Bowie and a spirit, that couldn’t stop drolling
and all of her plans, now she is leaving school
I peer at her over my third beer
I wanna kiss her, but haven’t got the nerve
So I just look at her, trying to observe
and find a soft spot in the beautiful curves
then I start drinking her wine
A great deal of hours spent gazing at my shoes
Locked in a tower with nothing left to loose
Being a line in a modern mans blues /to be alive in a modern mans blues
A Mexican beach band is still murdering a song
It was an Italian weeding but now there all gone
Emily makes me smile, it’s just before dawn
She makes me gaze at my shoes
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3. |
For Ingeborg
01:56
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Rise Up To Pray For The Dawn
Sleepers, you know what to do
Stay in your beds ‘till we are through
Rise up to pry for the dawn
Change what you might and go on
Change what you might and go on
Sleepers you know what went wrong
longing was lost and it’s gone
at noon we’ll hear what they say
they’ll probably lie anyway
Sleep while the dawn drifts away
Sleepers, your dreams must do
I’ll go the same way as you
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I Wonder What She Sees In Him
I can't remember anything at all
Just words, your call
I see stars, look at My feet
I hear tales from the past, songs of defeat
Keep on pushing, indifferent beat
I need a grip to jump in the sea
Just fear the end possibly
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Persephone
05:54
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Persephone
Just as fake as pink soda stream
I have this old western dream
that Robbers rides towards my town
evil, dressed up as clowns - all evil, dressed in black and brown
Someone screams of fear and hides behind a wall
but I take my guns and shoot them all
Give back the city key for a pearl
Jump on my horse and kiss the girl
…But for now I’ll try to catch my train ,
running through the evening rain.
I know I’m late, hope she won’t be gone,
my sweet, sweet Persephone.
I’m their captain, I’m their boss
My orders should not be crossed
This time, though, it’s close to chains,
will we manage to escape again.
So as the shore disappears in the dark
an earthquake escalates in my heart
and as my pirates are escaping West,
I keep your ring close to my chest.
…But for now I’ll try to catch my train ,
I’m running through the evening rain.
I know I’m late, hope she won’t be gone,
my sweet, sweet Persephone.
Maybe she’ll someday disappear,
meaning; she doesn’t belong here.
In my boring world she will grow tired
So I tell her these stories to keep her inspired.
When she remembers where she came from
she will be gone.
My sweet, sweet Persephone.
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7. |
Greetings From The North
04:48
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Greetings From The North
In a small town you hear about
Another life, day in day out
I use days and hours
Just gazing at the flowers
The sun is shining bright
Country music in the night
It’s only in my dream
I have this bluesy (kind of ) theme
Greetings from the North
If you wonder
I’m staying at the shore
It’s a quiet place
Greetings from the North
If you wonder
I’m staying at the shore
It’s so quiet now
A thought from a broken scene
An angry kind of keen
Which now is far behind
But is still tangling in my mind
Greetings from the North
If you wonder
I’m staying at the shore
It’s a quiet place
Greetings from the North
If you wonder
I’m staying at the shore
For ever now
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8. |
VMDS - In Remembrance Of
03:33
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Flashlight Beam
04:19
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Flashlight beam
Waiting for your sign
Flashlight beams
Night is still, and I’m chasing dreams
Looking round the room, looking round my room
Here we go, it’s time
There’s you light
Hold my breath and count
Count to five
Slip into the night
Slip into the night
Take me with you when you go
and all I ever know
Its blissful thinking just flowing down the road
It’s up to me and you
to figure out what to do
With endless roads and skies of purple blue
Tip toes across the lawn
slipping out
No one knows I’m gone
They’ll find out
This is what we do, this is what we do
Take me with you when you go
and all I ever know
It’s blissful thinking just flowing down the road
It’s up to me and you
to figure out what to do
With endless roads and skies of endless blue
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Kicking Every Stone
04:40
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Kicking Every Stone xxx
Waiting for the rain to fall
on summer fields of rye
Time is waiting in the hall
Waiting till we said goodbye
Nothing can be rushed
on summer days like these
Hear , Layla
Just let me be on my own
Hear, Layla
I just wanna go on my own
Walking on a country road
kicking every stone
never walked it all alone
Now, you’re flesh and bone
Nothing can by rushed
on summer days like these
Hear, Layla….
Time is waiting in
this hall where we begin
untangling what’s within
rushing to the end
Hear, Layla….
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12. |
#3.4
02:49
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13. |
She Is Beautiful
04:33
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She is beautiful xxxx
HE: I caught her with something in her eye. She's beautiful, just standing - just standing like a little girl.
SHE; He behaves like a curly dance, never know which direction. Someday he'll just disappear, just disappear
Narrator; She's looking at him worried. Just awake. Hair like an old bumpy helmet. He whispers a secret to her. She surrenders, shortly, and smiles
HE: She’s like broken glass, filled with wine. She's like pouring rain, seen from the highest mountain
SHE; He says he likes me. Just can't figure out what that means. He's like the old church on the hill, the old church on the hill
Narrator;
She's looking at him worried. Just awake. Hair like an old bumpy helmet . He whispers a secret to her. She surrenders, shortly, and smiles
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14. |
Loosing You And I
07:33
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Loosing You and I xxx
In a world of eagles and heights
In a dying dynasty of old cars and Coke Light
They meet briefly on a train
He looked at her, she looked again
She was beautiful, no more no less
He noticed that she wore a black dress
Then she got off the train
Shortly looked again
In drugstore with old Turkish delight
besides a junkyard harper an old flight
He had seen those eyes before
Maybe in a life by the shore
Clear panic blue has painted the sky
while thoughts of again loosing you and I
By the time he quit his band
he buried a treasure in the sand
In a bed, late late at night
He is watching the airport, watching the flights
They meet briefly in vain
He had hoped to see her again
In a world of eagles and heights
In his dying dynasty of old cars and Coke Light
He travels by train
to meet someone again
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15. |
Rain
02:36
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Not just echoes or smalltalk xxxxx
John the Baptist nearly drowned Jesus Christ
When he showed him his river of faith.
I saw them when I was there last night,
only I was there to bath.
Standing there, she looked like a little deer
Her big eyes only saw the moon
In her face there where traces of tears
It was a beautiful night in June
I spoke to Mary of Magdala
Near the church on the hill.
She looked at me, just looked
She said; she left, you can do what you will
I told her about the evening, the river and the girl
about her eyes that only saw the moon
in her face and the traces of tears
Now, it is the end of June .
Reality is full of all kinds of noises,
not just echoes or smalltalk
and I believe in you, I believe in you
…!!!…
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