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Call of the wild
03:29
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Maybe it’s boredom
Maybe routine
Turn off the phone and your conscience
Straight into the nightlife scene
Another average midweek evening
Another card’s been dealt tonite
Same street, same room, same feeling
Defi nitely knowing something ain’t right
Another useless conversation
Another sweet thing so tight
What’s your age? Where you from? I like that!
Stay with me tonite...
Can’t stand waiting for Friday evening
Can’t stand waiting for Saturday night
These bars, these clubs, these streets at night
It’s the call of the wild and it’s got me tied and tight
Another bloody Monday morning
Another deadly ray of light
Headache, sore throat, cut off memories
Defi nitely knowing something ain’t right
Can’t stand waiting for Friday evening
Can’t stand waiting for Saturday night
These bars, these clubs, these streets at night
It’s the call of the wild and it’s got me tied and tight
Can’t learn to be honest and brave
Can’t stand working all day and night
There’s so much else to do and make
It’s the call of the wild and it got me...
Can’t stand waiting for Friday evening
Can’t stand waiting for Saturday night
These bars, these clubs, these streets at night
It’s the call of the wild and it’s got me tied and tight
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2. |
I already can see
03:26
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Strange noises on the telephone
so I‘m afraid of calling home
Am I the one who‘s noticed this as last
now I know that the die is cast
Strange people in the streets
they‘re dancing to a different beat
television says they‘ll kill us all
selling oil and the golden hair ball
I already can see
the monks burning flattops turning
I can already hear
the soldiers yearning the air is getting hot
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right beside some anorexic nudes
Sticky silence I can hear
simply doesn‘t disappear
Falcons circling quietly
to which direction could I flee
Major death has different names
killing masses like in video games
Sticky silence now everywhere
The smell of war does never disappear
I already can see
the monks burning flattops turning
I can already hear
the soldiers yearning the air is getting hot
embedded journalism entertainment news
right beside some anorexic nudes
Politicians claim it self defense
dealing fear and the pride of men
Some god is always on their side
freedom is a blinding light
I already can see
the monks burning flattops turning
I can already hear
the soldiers yearning the air is getting hot
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anorexic nudes
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3. |
Remington Beach
04:39
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Lights of my city are blinking
I’m counting them all one by one
It hurts my soul while I’m thinking of things
That I shouldn’t have done
Our ship called love was sinking
The passengers drop one by one
It hurts my soul while I’m thinking of deeds
That I shouldn’t have done
Driving in countless circles
Seems to stand for life itself
So I should take my love and my sorrows
And put them on a shelf
Now I pack my bags and aim
On wherever I may roam
Last words, last love, last confessions
Wave goodbye my home
City lights
City lights down below
Bye bye horror show
It’s now or never,
It’s the lesson that you teach
I can’t stand in pain forever
I’m off to Remington Beach
It’s now or never,
And I’ll be out of reach
I can’t stand in pain forever
I’m off to Remington Beach
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I paint myself into a corner
I bang my head against the wall
only complaints of missing progress,
situations looking hopeless
with my back against the wall
As Michael Jackson sang in Beat it
mistakes have to be repeated
and this goes on and on because...
I paint the town red like Hugh Hefner
I back the wrong horse till i fall
and i faint of sudden distress, my foundation‘s
wrecked by excess
with my back against the wall
I paint myself into a corner
I bang my head against the wall
only complaints of missing progress, situations
looking hopeless
with my back against the wall
with my back against the wall
with my back against the wall
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Spin in circles all day long
Spinning bottles every night
You‘re drinking to forget about
the noise of the world that keeps
Screwing you with no good reason.
And so you stumble back and forth
between her name and your desire,
transfigured past and dreadful future
If a heart beats in a chest
and no one‘s there to hear it
does it make a sound at all?
does it make a sound at all?
You put up signs that say
that you are stuck in here forever
Write down lines that are so clever
that even you won‘t understand
Take them home and kick them out
Sweet quick thrills of bitterness
Breathing in and breathing out
If anyone would care about
If a heart beats in a chest
and no one‘s there to hear it
does it make a sound at all?
does it make a sound at all?
You‘re in it for the better times.
New romance or some peace of mind.
But it won‘t find you by dawn
You better stand on you own
You ought to think twice, take your time,
Choose a way and aim your target.
Tie your shoes and raise your head
Don‘t give up before you started.
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6. |
Hidden track
04:03
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All those limits already pushed
All those dreamers already crushed
Down the road I stumble like a drunken puppet
Whoever pulls strings
Is there still undiscovered land
Will fortune take me by my hand
Everything’s said, everything’s done,
everything’s fucked, everything’s wrong
Hidden track – somewhere in this traffic jam
Staying here means come undone
All roads wind but before I crack
I’ll get lost on my hidden track
All you tried to leave behind
Is what you’re about to find
Looking back will back will turn you to stone
So don’t better don’t turn around
Will a new day bring relief
A thin straw to hang on called belief
Everything’s said, everything’s done,
everything’s fucked, everything’s wrong
Hidden track – somewhere in this traffic jam
Staying here means come undone
All roads wind but before I crack
I’ll get lost on my hidden track
Somewhere in this traffic jam
Staying here means come undone
All roads wind but before I crack
I’ll get lost on my hidden track
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7. |
Vroom
03:36
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She’s got a silver pad on wheels
All packed with savory appeals
She’s got the keys at hand in time
So she can get it on
She’s got a cigarette between her lips
And high gear at her fingertips
The sliding roof won’t cool you down
When she does open up
She’s got a lovely machine
Two seats and something in between
She hits the gas and you say vroom
When she is getting off
We say open it up
Well open it but
Have your eyes up
So what’s the point – what?
(Vroooom)
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Bird Boy
03:44
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Birds just wanna have fun!
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A legend says they never come back
But they‘re playing my song
and so i get back in the ring
ready for a new attack
First round works out alright
As far as I can see
I‘m floating like a butterfly
and you sting like a bee
You have a left punch that is hot
And a good swing from above
Please remember that i‘m not
the Heavyweight champion of love
Second round i feel the scars
every time you hit them
Leftovers of former fights
in boxing rings and bars
You modify the distance
after every single hit
I‘m a hopeless swarmer
i never want to quit
You have a left punch that is hot
And a good swing from above
Please remember that i‘m not
the Heavyweight champion of love
I‘m a lover not a fighter
the french they call it an amateur
I‘m a lover not a fighter
the french they call it an amateur
You have a left punch that is hot
And a good swing from above
Please remember that i‘m not
the Heavyweight champion of love
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Have you ever smelt the ocean?
Have you ever felt the rain
dripping viscously like lotion
on your torrid summer skin?
Has knowledge ever been your guide?
And love your inspiration?
Are you sure that you have tried
everything for your elation?
This is chronically acute
A personal salute
My trivial pursuit
of happiness
We were sitting on the sidewalk
on a balmy august night
we got moderatly loaded
and the moment seemed so right
Cause everything we ever hated
was seven lives away
And everything we ever wanted
was finally here to stay
This is chronically acute
A personal salute
My trivial pursuit
of happiness
When the act of starting over
doesn‘t feel like a departure
And the old exhausted rover
has found the home he never knew
And I hope that someday i will
make peace with the daemons in me
Hopefully before they‘ve killed
their host who is the enemy
This is chronically acute
A personal salute
My trivial pursuit
of happiness
happiness for once...
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