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introduction
all you want is me
the plough
not in vain
stars at 45
sans les mots
wild yak
not my blues
mirror days
bis zum grund
rockall theme
still's song
well, well, well
hadsch maham
morning rain
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petrota/griechenland unter granatapfelbäumen, ouzo aus der plastikflasche, auf einer terrasse: a cook, a noyz, a bell
an alle, die ohne abschied aus unserem leben verschwinden
niemals tensing wildyak begegnet
vom mond aus betrachtet ist der blues exakt unamerikanisch
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der weg hinunter führt über eine treppe … oder du nimmst den lift
ein einsamer felsen auf halbem wege zwischen new orleans und liverpool
und wieder einmal regnete es sintflutartig
alles wird gut. na ja...
ein mann mit hut, staubmantel, hochwasserhosen und festen schuhen
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instrumental
you can't stand my voice
you don't follow my news
you're afraid of my jokes
you're afraid of my blues
you don't like me singing
you can't stand my shoes
just run away
you don't like my nose
take my ear for a start
i'm not to compose
your favourite chart
you don't like my liquor
to sweeten your tart
no need to stay
chorus:
'cause all you want is me
you're acting a part
in a different game
why do you come back
when my story's a shame
you're wasting the years
of an admired dame
no time to play
you sentence my habits
of an ancient tsar
you don't use my toys
you don't care what they are
you don't like my choice
you even don't like my car
keep out of the way
chorus
you can't share a room
with me for a while
you need no embrace
'cause you don't miss my smile
just close your eyes
if you don't like my style
have a holiday
chorus:
it's over can't you see
'cause all you want is me
to play a different he
"simple simon says" sapped us while we walked home warm
and steaming, a steeds' herd sensing the barn
we crowded together closely in fallow fields
our laughs and orders coupled easy and green
"come in!", she said standing under the buckeye bough
her black framed face shone at me since the time of rise
she sheltered her wing over fallow fields
and heaved me in while nightfall swallowed the house
"famished?" he thought while he swam above the jars
and old knobby fingers raged among the sliced mounds
his silence cursing over fallow fields
and i drowsed into my thickened dreams
moving along i stabbed my buds skywards
through honey breezes flew my spiny spirit
they talking distantly over fallow fields
safeguarded my journey beyond my childhood land
my hands erode from fountains fled
and took each tool in harmless awe
to fallow fields i am a stranger now
i awoke and took up the plough
here is my sweat
here is my blues
now here is everything i ever got to use
here is my blood
here is my drain
i know that nothing evermore will be in vain
now see my heart
it's bright and blue
and there is nothing that can make me be untrue
it's not a show
it's not a game
yeah we will never ever ever be the same
now if you care to take a little closer look
there's no way you can get it wrong
the universe, the argonauts and you and me
our time always goes on
now here is you
and here is me
i know for sure that you are going to see
it's in the moon
it's in the sun
our time always goes on
used cars for sale on lime street
neons fadin' one by one
among all steels and tires off shore
a garage vinyl store
it's the man's own lounge with nothin'
but a piano and a hi-fi heap
and endless lines of records
to gather guys who can't sleep
here comes the story boy
ain't got a job of joy
delivers pizza bites
to feed the man all through the nights
rattle rake don't care too much
about behavior
he calls the man a goner
for his dire ads
now listen to the sound
the beat to drive and shine
it pops up from each line
rocks up to the jive
piano prince shoves his collection
over the shelf
he'd rather hear some new and funky things
he'd feel alright to hum-drum as it sways
the man puts on a record
the song grooves all right
the prince crops through the racks
the rakes humming along
now listen to the sound
the beat to drive and shine
it pops up from each line
rocks up to the jive
the boy stops the song in motion
"no more stories 'bout birds and bees,
'cause words just need their own flight!"
and he starts to recite
the rake steps up and says: "your words are ok
but you gotta do it otherwise!"
the prince trioles on the piano
the boy's giving the beats
while the blokes storm through the song
the recording machine is on
next door the workers drop their tools
"hey, what's that noyz of them fools?"
now listen to the sound
the beat to drive and shine
it pops up from each line
rocks up to the jive
stars at 45
piano prince, please tell us what to play
story boy, got nothing more to say
rattle rake, you'll sink it anyway
the manual - a cook, a noyz, a bell
tu ne pleures pas
moi non plus
à fleur de peau
tout cru
près de toi
à tout propos
tout compris
maintenant j'en ai plein le dos
aucune réponse
mon appui
une absence?
de qui?
tu m'échappes
sans plaisir
nouvelle étape
mais il ne faut jamais partir
sans les mots
en avance
sans le baume
espérance
première place
sous le ciel
un espace
aupres de toi
dans la boîte
ta main gauche
je prends la droite
mais même ça sent la fauche
le culot
comme ci comme ça
tu me tournes le dos,
à moi
tu m'échappes
sans plaisir
nouvelle étape
mais il ne faut jamais partir
sans les mots
en avance
sans le baume
espérance
en plein jour
tu t'en vas
sans retour
pas de quoi!
quelqu'un qui veille sur moi
instrumental
you knew that you were often
told to hold the stakes
no matter what assignment it is for
then you attacked what puzzled
instead of patiently waiting
till all your dreams add up and unfold for you
have you ever tried for some bits and tips
to rave with tricks or stand in line
now did you ever bother for another wink to come
no, that's not my blues
drillin' a hole to the pole
makes more sense
than creepin' 'neath the carpet through the mud
stuffin' crowds in tin cans
wrappin' faith in tight cocoons
seekin' for good turns or even friendly cards
have you ever tried for some bits and tips
to rave with tricks or stand in line
now did you ever bother for another wink to come
no, that's not my blues
i'm cruising in slow-mo baffled by the news
my occupations show what i need and won't refuse
to watch a fly buzz up and down and noyz around my ear
i pilot no control for stains engraved in snow
my currents lead me coast to heaving tracks for little dough
to bank on fiery angel wings and revel on good looks
when devils start to haunt me i ask them in to share a cup
never daring a dog's chance to take a breath or call my name
like dandelions grow through concrete soft and low
no need for higher speed my heart ignition shows
between the races
with nothing but my toothbrush
and told to hold the stakes
no matter what assignment it is for
then you attacked what puzzled
instead of patiently waiting
till all your dreams add up and unfold for you
have you ever tried for some bits and tips
to rave with tricks or stand in line
now did you ever bother for another wink to come
no, that's not my blues
it's not my blues
look what you've got, a roof over your head
but it just don't seem like a home
count your tenderness and love instead
but the fear you bear alone
the family tree rots through homesickness at
the root and trunk and all
chorus:
but i got news
it came sideways to me
with the memories of the future to be
they came in twin days, now i got mirror days
i vision the coming of black dog
with a scent of candle and myrrh
caressed by thin cold light metal rugs
then i have my roof and a home
and an acacia tree for my love
the root and trunk and all
chorus
twin days, mirror days
verriegelt, verschlossen
die luken sind dicht
jetzt kannst du mich aufstellen
zur letzten schicht
du wirst heut nicht schlafen
wir zwei bleiben allein
der ernst vom tag wird schon ganz klein
verirrte versuche
vom wünschen gemacht
sie werden uns begleiten
die ganze nacht
und was auch dein plan war
als kreuzjunger spund
liegt ersoffen und versunken im sund
du wirst nicht fortgehen
du kannst nur bleiben
gebannt vom ersten morgengrauen
hast mich gewonnen
und schon verloren
und kannst nur bleiben
sie hängen und drängen
und suchen das licht
verbrüderte menschen
voller zuversicht
willst du mich begreifen
geb ich dir die hand
und geh' mit dir bis zum rand
trink' noch einmal aus
und du gehörst mir
mein finsterer flügel
wirft schatten nach dir
und dämmert der zweifel
wach' ich wie ein hund
und sink mit dir bis zum grund
hey, hey, rockall
hey, hey, rockall
don't drown, stand tall
you're the weest place of all
high speed trails slice the fields of still's land
welcome to interstate 85
hilarious numb still is grooning his song
bent down over dandlin' chives
his old gopher's grove is swaying behind
transom stems on a strand
still steps into his lumber mill
the old time is commanded to end
sunken sun, fall asleep
sunken sun, scarlet deep
settle this day before you part
sweeten my grapes into wine
traders and clerks crowd the lobby in the bank
still walks out to the desk with his wife
but instead of signing a bank bill draft
he talks her into saving her life
still forces himself to erasing his pin
the account number and the transfer code
but his hand draws in remote control
a thing that looks like a boat
wind of dawn, teach my string
wind of dawn, how to sing
wipe out these traces tramped down hard
whirl the earth out of line
a table of friends is drinking along
celebrating old still's farewell
flat jokes about his sudden escape
his mood and his dotty hard-sell
clotty old fingers in a resin's tang
are piling up an upside A
spiders and turtles are spying his site
they're hiding out of harm's way
heavy rain, here you come
heavy rain, then it's done
i wash my hands, you leave my family out
douse all as they did divine
20 years of livin' in a paperback den
a 6 lane highway in the back
but jimmy says: one day i'll drive a mercedes benz
and that's my new club of friends
cruisin' carlos, he just turned 15
no job, no school, dreams a mexican dream
he started smoking a while ago
lights his cigarette like alain delon
chrous:
and i say well, well, well
jimmy's up
tarek's up
well, well, well
wendy's up
instant cash, instant fame
jamie's got a daughter at 7 years of age
who is always hopping around
but jamie says: "listen, little girl, let me watch my tv
'cause one day i will be on the screen!"
tricky tarek's life no doin' fine
a bingo jackpot would make him king right away
the taxman floods his postbox but he don't care
"let the others pay, i'm up in the air!"
chorus
betty, jill and meggy hung up on pies
monitoring charts and figures late nights
but they say: "pork bellies or steel, that's the thing!"
not out for some change but for the real big deal
wendy works her head off but twice a year
she travels to a place to where rich people go
a sea resort with all inclusive
food, friends and sport'n'roll
chorus
instant cash, instant fame, instant star
instrumental
wednesday night in your own
weary communiqué
a jagged rhyme, an old wish, a sweet way
here is me torn apart
between dark minor calls
and recent notelines with bright major falls
i want to
slip out of this poky skin
and get myself in from this rim
the piano grins a dirty grin
no longer i'll stay
but there's still a fag to grind
and a glass to leave behind
a little mornin' rain would do some good
some seeds fall to the ground
and though they'll never grow
they brigde a way to the moon, i know
i shake my head and a breeze
fades the music away
it sells the night off and brings on the day
i want to
slip out of this poky skin
and get myself in from this rim
the piano grins a dirty grin
no longer i'll stay
bump into workers on the street
wipin' all dirt from our feet
a little mornin' rain will do some good
alle instrumente und stimmen - michi
gesang - mike
gitarren - nasser
keyboards, begleitgesang - michi
e-gitarren, bass - wolfgang killian
trompete - thomas berghammer
schlagzeug - georg beck
begleitgesang - coshiva
gesang, gitarren - nasser
keyboards, begleitgesang - michi
e-gitarren, bass - wolfgang killian
gesang, keyboards - michi
gitarren - nasser
gesang - coshiva
e-gitarren, bass - wolfgang killian
klarinette - martin fuss
schlagzeug - georg beck
begleitgesang - amelie
gesang, gitarren - nasser
keyboards - michi
begleitgesang - mike
e-gitarren, bass - wolfgang killian
schlagzeug - georg beck
gesang, gitarren - nasser
keyboards, begleitgesang - michi
cello - sissi mostofi
bass - wolfgang killian
schlagzeug - georg beck
keyboards - michi
gesang - nasser
keyboards, bass - michi
saxophon - martin fuss
schlagzeug - georg beck
gesang, gitarren - nasser
keyboards, bass, claps - michi
schlagzeug - georg beck
gesang, gitarren - nasser
keyboards, akkordeon - michi
cello - sissi mostofi
bass - wolfgang killian
schlagzeug - georg beck
alle instrumente und stimmen - michi
gesang, gitarren - nasser
keyboards, bass - michi
e-gitarren - wolfgang killian
cello - sissi mostofi
schlagzeug - georg beck
begleitgesang - coshiva
gesang - mike, nasser, michi
gitarren - nasser
keyboards, percussion - michi
gesang - betty semper
e-gitarren, bass - wolfgang killian
trompete - thomas berghammer
schlagzeug - georg beck
gesang - mike, nasser, michi
gitarren - nasser
keyboards, akkordeon, pfeifen - michi
klarinette - martin fuss
cello - sissi mostofi
bass - wolfgang killian
schlagzeug - georg beck
gesang - nasser
keyboards, bass - michi
cello - sissi mostofi