1. |
dear father
03:49
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Lay down your hands
the truth will be harder
cause words are enchained
to listen is much harder
And don’t
think that you
with eyes made of blue
can bury your own questions
with some heart-painted news
I lay down my hands
and I will listen to your fable
if you loved me I have asked
and if you would be so able
And don’t
think that you
with eyes made of blue
can bury my own questions
with some hard-painted news
Let me explain
my beauty my honour
your pain is ok
but the answer is much harder
It is all
because of you
with eyes made of blue
which had buried my own reason
with a heart-painted truth
But what would it be
that could be much harder
than the truth about me
and your answer which is harder
It is all
because of you
with eyes made of blue
who will bury my own questions
with a sharp-facing truth
You see it is me
and your torture will be harder
cause my truth is your truth
Oh daughter I’m your father
It was just
because of you
with eyes made of blue
which had buried your own future
for a love which was new
And don’t
think that we
with eyes made of a dream
would bury our own passion
for a fact which is real
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2. |
the love song
06:11
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Something in the light
we see
something in the dark
we fear
Something in our hands
we feel
and something we can touch
is real
Something we don’t know
is wrong
Nothingness is something
we don’t want to know
Restless are our dreams
of something
and restless is the time
and nothing
And we don’t know
we don’t know
what it’s all that we don’t know
and we don’t know what we know
and what we need
And in this world
in this world
there is something that still hurts
cause there is nothing that is something
we would need
Something in the light
we want
something in the dark
we want
Something that we want
we need
and something that we need
we keep
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3. |
heaven's still on fire
04:34
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Where is our saving god to help?
Where is our death control
our soul
before it’s too late…
and we can’t dream
before our pictures
drift away
Who can give his sacrifice
for those who never pray
But I can’t stay
so long,
counting raindrops
won’t be late
waiting for all
old faces that seemed insane
Once I was young,
so young,
but these raindrops couldn’t wait
now it’s too late
my own face
seems insane
No heaven can tear us
away
from the way to the stars
No thunder can hate us
and no cloud can cover our scars
We got two hands to pray
but no wings to
to see things
how they are
Our heaven still burns
but the flames
are now twisted
and far
far
away
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4. |
pour élise
05:35
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What do you think about the rain?
What would you dream of if no one prays?
What is the colour of your mind?
Are you a name or just his child?
So tell me again!
Tell me if the river knows his end!
Tell me the truth about our hands!
Tell me if not today
another time!
Tell me what is wrong
and what is good to
be alive
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5. |
save us from the clouds
04:58
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The woods are calling me
this poisoned world is falling
like the raindrops that I fear
But I am happy
cause signs are near
the clouds are getting darker
and the landscape let me dream
So please don’t hate me
if I smile
the good word
from a good world
can’t realize my life
So please don’t love me
if I cry
a question
is no question
if the answer is a lie
Smile with me
Roots and wings
bring sins
for fainting raindrops
on my skin
So hunt with me
the chime
of a restless time
that keeps
the cry
from mother’s eyes
The clouds were just a lie
and I can’t hold you longer
wake up
let me smile
the storm is gone
and we passed away
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6. |
it's over
04:30
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Let us hurt a cry
and grin
Let us play some games
and win
Before it’s over
again
Let us light a church
and pray
Let us build a house
to stay
Before it’s over
again
All our hands
are mighty waves
are crystal tongues
but mortal faces
And all we said were chapters
written in a book that
seems unread
The sky reflects
our eyes
and we
don’t know
if raindrops cry
but we are standing still
and waiting…
before it’s over
again…
Let us kiss a sword
and smile
Let us use a word
and die
Because it’s over
again
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in gin lane Baden, Switzerland
Inspired by William Hogarths victorian prints "beerstreet and gin lane" we create a soundtrack to a society which evolves in
permanent interplay between beauty and cruelty, between love and hate. Musically and lyrically we celebrate this dichotomy and combine ballads, punk-medleys, drinking songs and screaming fits to an emotional conflict.
just
trust
the dust
and follow the lane
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