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The New Beginning
03:10
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Well I have to say, I am owing you an applause and there’s surely no reason for a comparison between us. You are the lover and I am the friend, now that I see clearly and I seem to understand.
Got an unrealistic vision, was completely wrong, I’m moving all alone with all the hope gone. I gave you too much chances, I gave you all my soul, we both are different summing up the same fool.
Want to try want to find just an easy way out, bet on falsified cards, there’s no doubt
The pain struck my soul and the pain struck my heart, can’t hold on like this, I want to restart. Can’t remember all the pain, don’t know how I moved along, it’s time to make a point my friend, good bye, I am gone.
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Thinking About You
02:29
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Getting out of focus while staying on the road
forgetting what's important and my priorities
heading from town to town it's hard to keep
your mind clear, while crossing several boundaries
And I've been driving all night long, suddenly my mind crosses you and I wonder if you think about me too
Another show, other people, unknown places,
the resounding call of unexperienced adventure
partied far to hard, shots are hitting the floor
simply forgot to give you your well deserved attention
I've been drinking all night long, suddenly my mind crosses you and I wonder if you think about me too.
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No Happy Ending
03:12
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Came down to find oblivion and paradise, found nothing but never ending range
took far too long before he realized now he’s sitting on the corner sparing for change
and to make sure that there ain’t no misunderstanding
I tell you real life got no happy ending, NoNo
Funny how deep you fall for love, situations full of tears and embarrasment
the sword of disappointment is hanging above, the ways you walked were all dead-end
and to make sure that there ain’t no misunderstanding
I tell you real life got no happy ending, NoNo
Princess finds prince that ain’t gonna happen, cheesy bubbles, roses on the wedding floor
happy until the end, cheerful satisfaction, in real life you won’t find what you’re looking for
and to make sure that there ain’t no misunderstanding
I tell you real life got no happy ending, NoNo
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4. |
Modern Transylvania
03:17
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Long live the union that makes us strong
to push the stronger forward until the weak are gone
treat your neighbours like you want to be treated
a motto the west never needed
As I turn my head I see a place for all
for the ones who need help, are starving and crawl
Europe should be the one to begin
but they won't let them in, no they won't let them in
From UK to Germany, from France to Austria, this Modern Transylvania! Get up!
So I point at the criminals that can't be forgiven
who try to feed their children and keep on living
and I am sick of all representors of the state
with their unreal arguments and campaigns of hate
Poverty is growing my nihilistic feelings too
noone realizes there is so much left to do
we are still worrying about our property and desire
while our brothers and sisters die in barbed wire
From UK to Germany, from France to Austria, this Modern Transylvania! Get up!
So I turn my head again and see bloodsuckers everyhwere
a fire burns inside my soul and tells me: "Out of here!"
Western civilisation, the angels of the poor
where the rich are getting richer and want more, more, more...
Get up and tear those fuckers down!
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My Time, My City
03:23
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Well it’s my time and my city from the riverbanks to my little pretty and I feel blessed now, run fast now, I went away but I got to get home tonight!
Back in the days where life ended at night and it was all about a game, a kiss, a fight
the streets and lakes and woods was where we used to go, I never thought how much my world is going to grow.
So here we are tonight, those lights are shining bright, my girl right by my side, boy if that ain’t right!
So here I stand and there’s people walking by, I don’t know none of them and look them in the eye. The rich, the drunk, the poor, the crippled and insane, they are all a part of this and the city’s not to blame.
Somehow we all fit in through destiny and sin. No matter in which pond you drown, don’t let the bastards grind you down!
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From 6 to 2 from 2 to 10 to 6 and back
you got a job which is hard, just as hard as it can get
you never learned to live 'cause your work was all your life
and you watched your opportunity and there's no end in sight
you got a lady you barely see
and a baby that barely knows its daddy
but you're giving your best at work
for getting called scum or jerk
One day, one day I'll break out of this everyday routine
One day, one day I'll find my way out of this capitalist machine
One day, one day the middleclass will fight back and succeed
some day some day they won't ignore the workingclasses needs
And he's drinking and can't stop thinking,
with his self-confidence shrinking and sinking
the bosses are grinning and clapping their hands
for their workers struggling hard, struggling like ants
Now he realizes that nothing moves in his life
and he won't be able to turn the tide
he rips up his ass and is treated as one
as a workingclass bastard, as worthless scum
One day, one day I'll break out of this everyday routine
One day, one day I'll find my way out of this capitalist machine
One day, one day the middleclass will fight back and succeed
some day some day they won't ignore the workingclasses needs
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7. |
Miss Blue Eyes
02:34
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Just another sunday evening on a cold december day, me and Jakob all fucked up going our way. With a beer in our hands and my best friend by my side we banned our way through shiny city lights, saw the train arriving and everything seemed alright.
But her appearance struck me hard, hear unchanged lovely smile, it’s been a few years now, hadn’t seen her for a while. Look at me, look at me and as time flies I lost myself in your beautiful blue eyes
I used to spread my wings and fly away, London, New York and San Francisco Bay. First time in my life I want to stay, wouldn’t have it any other way. Laughing, talking side by side, this natural feeling just feels right, have to admit you look beautiful tonight.
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Well it was all about the movement, not a question of fashion and style, with the wish of being different, it’s all over and been a while. The times they are changing, a scene condemned to die, a minority still fighting and holding the black flag high
There’s still live in the old dog yet, reaching for its throne, we’re bringing anarchy back, we’re bringing anarchy back home
What happened to the attitude, the screams for unity, where everyone was accepted and it was ok just being me, now everyone follows dresscodes, magazines tell me how to be punk, tell me how to fit into the scene. Follow the rules, but where’s the fun?
There’s still live in the old dog yet, reaching for its throne, we’re bringing anarchy back, we’re bringing anarchy back home.
Alright you fashion junkies and stylers, leave my home as fast as you can. You rattlesnakes poisened the scene for far too long, but leave the door wide open, for the real outlaws to come, go, go, go!
There’s still live in the old dog yet, reaching for its throne, we’re bringing anarchy back, we’re bringing anarchy back home.
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9. |
Not My Country
03:22
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I heard so many stories about our liberty, our patriotic feelings and unstained democracy, but all this politicians are doing what they want, people remain just paralyzed, our war is lost and fought.
And I watch the rivers passing by, the woods and mountains, I say goodbye to this cloudy magic skies ‘cause now I see:
With akward tricks and politics they stole my home, while they’re having a tax-free life I’m out here all alone, just throw amounts of salt to our societies running sore, this country ain’t my country anymore
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I heard so many stories about the hopeful and the free and I turn my head this hopeful and scared faces is all I see. The right wing is on the go, the fascists ruin my day and I dream myself to a liberal country far, far away.
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Heartbroken Heartbreaker
02:14
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An unknown feeling is rising above, never had it before, never fell in love. Relationships didn’t cross my mind at all, now it’s like standing on skyscrapers ready to fall. A nervous breakdown the way you look at me, no place anywhere I rather like to be. I feel dizy, sick, stoned, weird happy and drunk, you don’t like my hair, tattoos, being a punk.
And rejection is what I’m afraid, it keeps me depressed and awfully sad.
I have to reset, I have to restart I’m a heartbreaker with a broken heart.
I have to admit that I’m no angel, fought the law, woke up in police stations but now I really don’t know what to do, no right, no wrong, no false or true. I’m a drinker, smoker, jerk, short I am a skunk. I’m a fucked up person just talking junk, got my chain on the wallet and I drink too much, always played with girls, never stayed in touch.
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Californian Sun
01:42
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glamour and glitter blinding the eye,
a town built up by dreams and illusions
waiting for the one-time chance which won't come
wannabes drawn into prostitution
starlets burn up on the sky a nation all gone wrong
under the Californian sun
wealth and poverty seperated by one block
the sun shining down on a minority
while smoke is soaked through desperate lungs
misdirected by the media conspirancy
this city of madness is waiting for better days to come
under the Californian sun
the coil of desperation, where all the hope is gone
under the Californian sun
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A Game Lost
02:54
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I always thought that you’d be the one, that our hearts would rhyme on a special day. Now I wished it never started and everything went a whole different way. I gave more than my best, lost my heart, you were the fire inside me which I always missed. Hoped for more than I could expect, thought that things would change after our first kiss.
Now I sit in my room and I light another cigarette, let the images fade away and try to forget that I lost the game, know I suck, I’m in love, you don’t give a fuck, maybe I’m just out of luck.
Shot after shot alcohol burns the pain away, never reached you like you reached me. Standing in the rain in resegnation, I’m not the man I’m supposed to be. Waking up’s just hard but now I see the truth, let the past be past and don’t think what I’ve left undone. Got the sad truth inked on my sleeve, waited far too long for better days to come.
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The Journey's Reward
02:25
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Blame me, criticize me, wish me bad luck. I won’t ever, I won’t ever, I won’t ever grow up.
You say it’s time for change and more responsibility, to face the truth, get mean but that’s no life for me. While you try to take off your wings I stay on the track with cigarettes in my pocket and my guitar on the back.
I still keep my nights long and keep my days short. Still buy myself garbage, which I simply can’t afford. You find me at the bar with a smile and a bottle of booze. Still living high, don’t give a shit and nothing to lose.
While you lost your passion and your greed forces you for more I already have what you’ve been looking for. So I walk several paths and enjoy my life step by step, the journey is the reward I have nothing to regret.
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Wouldn't Change A Thing
03:12
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A minivan packed with gear and hangoverish musicians, countless cups of coffee to keep myself awake. Locked down with the same people for days and weeks, who are changing more into my family with every step we take.
No I won’t, no I wouldn’t, no I wouldn’t change a thing!
Saw the desert changing into palm trees and the coastline melting into the sea,
while the miles drop down the odometer, from one city to another destiny.
Got shelter offered by the unemployed and poor, while being avoided by the upperclass society. We slept on the floors of the cheapest motels and got branded as time-ticking catastrophy.
No I won’t, no I wouldn’t, no I wouldn’t change a thing!
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City of Sin
02:22
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The misty memories start to enlight as I drive back to LA on Interstate 5. It was at the bunkhouse at Fremont Street where Reggae hit our souls and we drank to the beat.
Jakob drank so much until he laid on the floor,
Andi took a deep breath and drank some more.
It was one night in the city of sin.
So we stayed there until the morning, stayed all night. Good music keeping on, we were alright and we met this two guys with pockets full of weed and we smoked it in demon speed
Hannah smoked so much until she laid on the floor,
Jakob took a deep breath and smoked some more.
It was one night in the city of sin
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Empty Bottles
02:49
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My heart in thousand parts, all this heartbroken fights
What went wrong? Torn letters and tearstained sleepless nights
a hole inside my soul, which never will be filled
empty bottles, sad truth and memories of guilt
Kept running oh so fast but my bad luck’s always faster
felt secure, felt home, turned out to be a complete disaster
wherever I go, whoever I love, wherever I want to stay
signs guide me into false directions, nothing ever goes my way.
And I know and I know that I would stand by your side until the bitter end
and I know that I am rejected, abandoned and all alone again
But there are always on the horizon, shiny, shiny lights
to guide me through my angry youth and all this wasted nights
as long as there is hope, there is a smile I won’t stop, I will try
and aspiration is on my side, it is the last one to die
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