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54°
03:23
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I open up my eyes and I am glued to my bed sheets
blinded by the sunlight and dried up from the inside
outside the city’s drowning in heat
heat of you, heat of me and the heat of the concrete
jungle out there, literally, yet an underestimation
I crawl from my bed to the bathroom cause I’m looking for
salvation
the cold water on my skin
salvation
a tub of ice to just dive in
out on the street, everyone that I meet
is looking and moving like the walking dead beat
huge caravans on deserted tracks
but last night’s cocktail straw would break the camel’s back
the smell from the sewers is unbearable
even rats are looking for a sinking ship
I’m just waiting for the end of the day
when the sun is gone but you stay
cause in these warm summer nights
when everything just feels alright
there’s not a care in the world and your mind is just at ease
But when the sun begins to rise
I wake up and I realize
after three hours sleep without a single breeze
it feels like 44 degrees
44 degrees in my bed and on the street
you’re like a siren, so come on, why don’t you lure me out to sea
for yourself all the stuff, that you’re doing to me
then grab me, hold me, kiss me or release me, set me free
at least please leave me some memories
I’ll write songs for you with the greatest melodies
when you’re gone at the end of the day
I know these songs will never fade away
cause in these warm summer nights
when everything just feels alright
there’s not a care in the world and your mind is just at ease
But when the sun begins to rise
I wake up and I realize
after three hours sleep there’s no sign of release
cause in these warm summer nights
when everything just feels alright
I dream of you and then I know my mind’s at ease
but when the sun begins to rise
I wake up and I realize
that you’re not here and all I’m left with is fantasies
I open up my eyes and I am glued to my bed sheets
it feels like 54 degrees
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2. |
Tonight
04:54
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Another one of these days I’m out on the go
as the train skates into the night
I’m tired and wasted, my eyes are half-closed
but still this feels kinda right
I saw you standing there next to me
and you looked just like I feel right now
this great look in your eyes of mischief and mystery
the night went on but I still don’t know how
I’d had some rough days before and some tough days ahead
and I figured some fun can’t be wrong
So we laughed and danced and sang along
to every line of every song
spending the night like at dawn we’d be dead
Cause tonight it feels like there’s just you and me
no limits, no borders, no laws
so let’s raise our glasses, dance hand in hand
and we’ll forget about the world and its flaws
At 3 pm this morning I woke
in a bed and a room I didn’t know
My memories as cloudy as the cigarette smoke
that I still can smell on my clothes
I saw you lying there next to me
and you smiled that devilish smile
there was no need to talk
there was no need to speak
so we just lay there for a while
And I don’t know exactly how this came to be
or the way back to you into your bed
but I know there’s a promise we managed to keep
spending this night like at dawn we’d be dead
Cause Tonight it feels like there’s no one else around
here’s to you, me, the night and its cause
so come closer now, kiss me, don’t make a sound
and we’ll forget about everything that was
As we all start to change when the sun goes down
and the dark takes over the light
we’re all acting strange half the time the world goes ‘round
to become what we are at night
and we both know we don’t know
each other very well
and tomorrow we’ll have to move on
we both know we won’t go to heaven, it is hell
that awaits us at the break of dawn
cause tonight it feels like there’s no one else around
here’s to you, me, the night and its cause
so come closer now, kiss me, don’t make a sound
and we’ll forget about the world and its flaws
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3. |
Choices
04:26
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I can choose where I go
I can choose where I stay
I can choose what I believe behind
if I should ever choose to stray
and I can choose what I say
I can choose which games I play
I can choose to win, to lose, to use
or I can choose to be abused
I can choose death, choose life, choose a job, choose a career
choose a family, choose some new technology
but if I’d wanna choose augmented reality
I could also choose a trip on LSD
all the choices I’m getting swamped by
if real or just pretended
are too much for me from time to time
and I’m surprised I have not yet surrendered
All decisions forced upon me
they’re lying heavily on my head
they keep piling and pilin gthem up on me
and I’m surprised they haven’t struck me dead
so I can choose from a million girls and guys
if I stop likin them I choose from a billion lies
right here, right now I can choose what I like
choose to ignore all the hatred, all the wars and the fights
they want me to choose the standardized life
find a girl, then get married, settle down with my wife
make some kids, let TV take care of their education
get a job, earn a fortune and leave half to the nation
still there’s choices I’m getting swamped by
even if they’re just pretended
they’re still too much for me most of the time
and I’m surprised I have yet to surrender
all decisions forced upon me
they’re lying heavily on my head
they keep piling and piling them up on me
and I’m surprised they haven’t struck dead
all these choices that I had
all these voices up in my head
they keep talking and driving me mad
but after all I must admit that I’m glad
cause when they stop and there’s silence, not a thing left to hear
nothing to see, nothing to hope for and nothing to fear
I’m left alone, on my own, with not even a choice
but to be the only audience to my lonely voice
and I hardly can choose who I love, who I hate
can barely influence my destiny, my fortune, my fate
and I love and I hate that I can love and can hate,
that there’s so many things, that no man can create
so as long as I’m living I choose staying up late
choose to not hesitate, go like a bull at a gate
I choose to stray, not to stay where I’ll just vegetate
I’d choose choices over orders any time, any day
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4. |
Man Overbored
04:31
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outside the sun is shining bright
but he doesn't really care
the TV's turned on day and night
but all that he accomplishes is a blank and empty stare
and he's sitting in his armchair but the cushion doesn't float
no life vest underneath, and no life boat
as he's slowly sliding towards the edge, the ship's heading for the bay
but he doesn't notice anything on this beautiful Mayday
man overbored
soaking wet and frozen to the core
man overbored
struggling hard not to sink to the ocean floor
man overbored
nobody’s heard him scream as the machine roared
man overbored
but the ship keeps heading full steam for the shore
I wake up the whole day ahead
and I turn my notebook on
a quick shower, coffee and some bread
but it's hours till I'm done and I've begun to carry on
I'm lying in my bed as I am staring at the screen
the pillow muffles everything, the sirens and the screams
and there's not just life and death 'cause there's a silence in between
when you can't do any less, least send an S.O.S.
man overbored
soaking wet and frozen to the core
man overbored
struggling hard not to sink to the ocean floor
man overbored
nobody’s heard him scream as the machine roared
man overbored
but the ship keeps heading full steam for the shore
and all this time I am in doubt
‘bout whether I’ll ever get out
or if blending in with black and blue
is all there's left for me to do (x3)
and all this time you are in doubt
‘bout whether you’ll ever get out
or if blending in with black and blue
is all there's left for you
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5. |
For All I'm Worth
04:17
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I'm not really good at anything
except for fighting for what I love
I'm not a model, no star and I'm not a king
but sometimes I remember what I've been dreaming of
and I hope that it's worth it
It took me months to write this song
and for rehearsal I am always late
and I still haven't figured out
where I'm heading with my life to this day
you see my grades are only average
I only muster the ambition to pass
I spend way too much time on singing and drinking
but who knows how long this is gonna last?
I got no money left on my bank account
but I try to stay safe and sound and stand my ground
till the world, it stops turning around
I'm not really good at anything
except for fighting for what I love
I'm not a model, no star and I'm not a king
but sometimes I remember what I've been dreaming of
and I hope that it's worth it
okay, I know that I don't suck
at everything I do
but I just didn't give a fuck sometimes
as long as I had you
you were the reason to get up in the morning
and the reason to sleep well at night
but you disappeared with no sign of warning
and now I'm left with only this song to write
No, I don't think that this will impress you
But I feel that it is best to get the rest
of these feelings and thoughts off my chest
I'm not really good at anything
except for fighting for what I love
I'm not a model, no star and I'm not a king
but sometimes I remember what I've been dreaming of
and I hope that it's worth it
but I know a lost cause when I see it
and if this is what it's meant to be, so be it
just know this: I'll never forget you
maybe one day you'll come back and I let you
but for now I'm gone
and I suggest it'd be best we move on
I'm not really good at anything
except for fighting for what I love
I'm not a model, no star and I'm not a king
but sometimes I remember what I've been dreaming of
and I hope that it's worth it
I'm not really good at anything
except for fighting for what I love
and I hope that it's worth it
all the emotion, the passion, devotion,
(for all I am worth I hope that it's worth it)
I'd climb over mountains and swim cross the ocean
(for all I am worth I hope that it's worth it)
all the sleepless nights and the things for which I fight
(for all I am worth I hope that it's worth it)
who knows, I might hold you tight again one night
But either way I know it was worth it.
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6. |
Vaccine
03:49
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I wake up in a city
that feels like debris to me
the girl next to me, she's pretty
but she doesn't mean a lot to me
I take a look at my phone, it's late
and I try to sit up straight
but in my head, there is a hurricane
spinning at the fastest rate
and I feel like...
...I feel like shit,
last night I was in heaven,
today I'm back in hell,
they’re saying "all's well that ends well"
but they also say "the journey is the reward"
if the journey is running in circles
there's no end and no new start
so round and round and round it goes
in my head and in my heart
and I'm trying hard to break out
of this merciless routine
this strange and yet familiar feeling
is like my heroin
always searching for the next shot,
never sober, never clean
and never satisfied with what I've seen
so this is what it's been like for
god knows how long
I don't seem to be able to find a thing
or a person to hold on
too many of my deeds,
I'm not very proud of
to say the least
but the wheels keep on turning
repeating my own history
and I'm trying hard to break out
of this merciless routine
this strange and yet familiar feeling
is like my heroin
always searching for the next shot,
never sober, never clean
and never satisfied with who I've been
but I know I'm gonna get there
what it may cost what it may take
and I know she's out there somewhere
and I know I'm gonna break
with my bad habits, my addiction
to mistakes here's my prediction:
I know it won’t be perfect, but at least I’ll feel alright
and someday I'm gonna break out
of this merciless routine
I'm gonna figure myself out
and not be caught up in between
until then this six-string's my injection and this song is my vaccine
I'll be satisfied with who I've been
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7. |
As Time Goes By
03:55
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it’s going up, it’s going down
I remember back in my home town
when I was just a little boy
time seemed endless, so did joy
and a weekend with friends seemed like a lifetime of freedom
and six weeks of vacation felt like eternal bliss
each sunray and snowflake like an entire season
and no touch as intense as that very first kiss
but as time went by I started to stretch and to bend
as I watched my childhood slowly come to an end
and I woke up each day a little less confident
that it all will work out in the end
it’s going up, it’s going down
I’ve grew up, left my home town
seen all the good times come my way
of brightening nights and seizing days…
but the days turn to weeks
turn to months, turn to years
they turn you, they turn me, they turn us into what?!
apathetic, lethargic, indifferent people
who don’t care ‘bout a thing and who don’t give a fuck
cause as time goes by, all we do is, we stretch and we bend
as we watch this world as it is tumbling to an end
and we wake up each day to the sound of our mother’s lament
stop reminiscing ‘bout your past
enjoy this world and make it last
cause sometime soon, not far ahead
there’ll come a moment when
your years feel like months
feel like weeks feel like days
feel like hours feel like minutes feel like seconds feel like STOP
it will feel like you are only moments away
from that inevitable and eternal drop
it will feel like you are only moments away
from that inevitable and eternal drop
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8. |
Waifs and Strays
03:15
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the ceiling’s falling down on me
the floors begin to crack
the walls are closing in on me
only two weeks since I came back
but if home is where your heart is
this is not where I belong
my heart is feeling caged in
when the door’s closed for too long
and at night I rest my head against my backpack
so I can jump up any time and join my pack back
out on the road
on the road for what we strive
on the run from our old lives
and we wouldn’t want it any other way
cause we’re waifs and strays
so if you’re living on the run
from your everyday routine
you’re feeling like you can’t go on
like your own life’s refugee
well, a refugee's not welcome in a world of greed and hate
so if you see us, well, come join the independent strays' parade
and at night we fall asleep close to each other
so at dawn we wake up ready for another day
out on the road
on the road for what we strive
on the run but we're still alive
and we wouldn’t want it any other way
cause we’re waifs and strays
and we're moving on despite the fact
that there is no goal to reach
and we're moving on and off the track
for wherever there’s borders to breach
and the only state we're loyal to
is an open state of mind
not knowing what to look for
not knowing what we'll find
cause we're waifs and strays
each night and day
we're on our way
not here to stay
colored dots in lots of static gray
waifs and strays
each night and day
got nowhere to stay
but that's okay
as long as we’ve got us we’ll find a way
we’re waifs and strays and we’ll make it through the day
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9. |
Between the Lines
04:50
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I like to be with people cause I’m scared to be alone
sometimes I love to sleep outside when I’m scared of my own home
if I decide for a path I’m afraid I’ll get stuck
if I have only one bad day, I’m afraid I’m out of luck
at almost thirty years old, no clear view up ahead
I keep stumbling and mumbling, ‘fraid of words that must be said
no regrets, but doubts and fears that if I go, I might fall
and the fear of getting nowhere at all
and I’m treading water as the river’s running fast
I ask myself how long this is supposed to last
all this time that I am trying
to figure out what this is all about
to just dive in, take a swim
or a boat, float right down and out
the faster they are walking, the more I’m trying to keep up
and the louder they are talking, the more I’m trying not to shut up
never content, never confident, never have I spent
so much time hesitating ‘stead of saying what I meant
and though I tend to raise my bar higher and higher
I’m in limbo and I loathe and I desire the fire
with my head up in the clouds I’m going straight down to hell
but when I take a look around I might as well.
and I’m running in circles trying hard not to be square
in this pyramid scheme things never seem to go anywhere
but somewhere between the lines of false and true I’ll make it through
cause I know deep inside there’s a place I can hide with you
where I can hide with
yeah, I know deep inside there’s a place I can hide with you
where I can hide with
you
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10. |
Immer da
03:01
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egal wohin ich laufe, er ist eh schon immer da
vom Regen in die Traufe, ich weiß nicht wo’s schlimmer war
er hob sich mit mir aus der Taufe, was er verspricht, wird nimmer wahr
und egal wie viel ich saufe, er kommt trotzdem immer klar
sag mal, kennst du das? - Was?
wenn du die Augen aufmachst,
im Bett 'n weiblicher Gast,
Obwohl du 'ne Freundin hast,
Und schon sitzt da dieser Spast,
der dir 'n schlechtes Gewissen macht,
Dich mit Blicken fixiert,
Als säß‘t du in 'nem Knast
Oh man, das kenn ich Stange,
Ich kenn ihn wirklich lange,
Er nimmt mich in die Zange,
Und mir wird Angst und Bange
Denn auch mich besucht er,
immer dann wenn ich ihn nicht brauch,
Langsam geb ich es auf,
Oh man, ich hasse den Lauch
Na ja, so weit würd ich nicht gehen,
hassen tu ich ihn nicht,
Doch sieht man ihn leider nur dann
wenn es auch richtig Stress gibt,
Denn wenn er mich besucht
dann hat das tatsächlich sein' Grund,
Dann schmeiß' ich Werte und Normen
förmlich in den Teufelsschlund
Ich weiß, er ist ein Teil von mir
und er wird's immer bleiben,
Doch genau wie ich mit schlechten Taten
darf er ‘s nicht übertreiben,
Mit Finger auf mich zeigen
ja, das kann ich verstehen,
Doch nach ‘ner moralischen Schelle
darf er auch wieder gehen .
doch egal wohin ich laufe, er ist eh schon immer da
vom Regen in die Traufe, ich weiß nicht wo’s schlimmer war
er hob sich mit mir aus der Taufe, was er verspricht, wird nimmer wahr
und egal wie viel ich saufe, er kommt trotzdem immer klar
Ich stolper durch den Alltag
versuche, einfach klarzukommen,
plötzlich steht er wieder da:
„Tja, hab ich wohl doch gewonnen“
Vielleicht diesen Kampf,
doch noch lang nicht die Schlacht
und schau erstmal auf die Uhr,
es ist noch lang nicht Mitternacht
„ganz egal wie spät es ist,
so wirst du mich nicht los“
Übertreib mal nicht, mein Freundchen,
du bist gar nicht so groß
Ich gehöre nur mir selbst,
halt‘ die Fäden in der Hand
„Jede Wette, Marionette,
ich fahr‘ dich trotzdem vor die Wand.“
Doch in meinem Kopf hab ich mir einen Plan gemacht,
versenk heut Nacht den Scheiß, den er entfacht in einem tiefen Schacht.
schütt ihn zu mit allem was mich stärker macht:
n guter Text, ne Melodie, n Tetrapak Orangensaft
Setz Liebe ein: erneuerbare Energieträger
stecke alle an, ein nicht mehr steuerbarer Triebtäter
und auch er kann sich dann nicht mehr wehr’n
wenn ich ihm erst mit Frieden den Krieg erklär.
doch egal wohin ich laufe, er ist eh schon immer da
vom Regen in die Traufe, ich weiß nicht wo’s schlimmer war
er hob sich mit mir aus der Taufe, was er verspricht, wird nimmer wahr
und egal wie viel ich saufe, er kommt trotzdem immer klar
und schickt mir nachher noch die Rechnung der Hotelzimmerbar
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