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CRY AND CELEBRATE
We're set to listen and to find them
We built a garden of stone
We're set to sit and observe them
We built a world of our own
We live to see and to hear them
We built our world all alone
We live to get and adapt them
We built a world of our own
A drug not to be down nor to be high on
A fairytale that fades out in the end
A silverlining made of rusted iron
a voice that just stays silent
A fireplace that burns just not to vanish
We'll find the ones who celebrate and cry
We've closed the doors we don't want to be opened
We're set on them who try
We're set on them
We're set on them
We're set on them
control the fate
of those who cry and celebrate
A silence lying heavily between us
We built a working world of our own
A sea that tides abandonned for some time now
We built the world to be alone
We're set on them
We're set on them
We're set on them
control the fate
of those who cry and celebrate
We imitate appreciation
appreciate imitation
a silent yet aggressive invitation
to defy their cries and celebrations
We're set on them
We're set on them
We're set on them
control the fate
of those who cry and celebrate
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THE NEXT FIX
Floating through the night streets
by every wall a junkie sits
as people pass he gets a fix
Some cheer, some laugh out, some are in tears
Some share the needle
Some show rage or fear
Oh, it's been so long
my wall has been clean for quite some time
Oh, how i long for
the next fix to be mine
I pace in front of my wall
where people wait for me to sit
where people wait to see my fix
My feet move on their own
I'm drawn to my wall
I can see them waiting, I can see them all
Oh, it's been so long
my wall has been clean for quite some time
Oh, how i long for
the next fix to be mine
So I give them a show
and bask in the glow
as long as they're watching
I don't have to go
As people depart I float away
pausing to look at the junkies who stay
with a fix at theirs walls
Oh, it's been so long
my wall has been clean for quite some time
Oh, how i long for
the next fix to be mine
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LUCKY MAN
The clouds fly by
draw their shadows around me
and let me see
the sun in the sky
The rain falls down
waters the ground around me
I stay dry
and just hear the sound
Cold wind blows
when the sun starts to burn
silence grows
when daylight falls, the horizon turns
I'm the lucky man
sitting in a tree in the summertime
I'm the lucky man
I feel a soft breeze and the sun that shines
I'm the lucky man
high up in a tree singing my song
I'm the lucky one
I see what I have learned to see
I am what I deserve and who I want to be
I am the lucky one
won't be the man
standing on the edge
or ground unknown
Cold wind blows
when the sun starts to burn
silence grows
when daylight falls, the horizon turns
I'm the lucky man
sitting in a tree in the summertime
I'm the lucky man
I feel a soft breeze and the sun that shines
I'm the lucky man
high up in a tree singing my song
I'm the lucky one
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IDENTITY FADES
silenced by those
who wouldn't talk
and speak up at times
Imprisoned by those
who've been locked up themselves
without comitting crimes
Thrown into a field of blades
the edge unknown
cut to the bone
until identity fades
cut by those
who were cut themselves
no chance of being healed
Taught by those
who've learned themselves
to be thrown into the field
Thrown into a field of blades
the edge unknown
cut to the bone
until identity fades
Silence grows
with silence taught
Prisoners who flee
get caught and will write
into tomorrow's stars
cuts leave wounds
wounds leave scars
Thrown into a field of blades
the edge unknown
cut to the bone
until identity fades
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SLIP AWAY
I'd rather fall than slip away
I'd rather stand out than blend
I'm rather blind than see it through
I'd rather break than bend
I'm rather down on the ground
than worn out instead
I'm rather gone
than slowly fade
I'll be done, I'll be gone
I'd rather take the fall
than wait to slip away
I'd rather run and be gone
than fell that fade each day
I'll keep the pace
I'll be gone
I'll keep my face
I'll be done
rather fall than slip away
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Restless days
05:47
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THE CARPENTER
A little workshop down the road
a reflection of its time of gold
at which time and anger chip away
while craft is lost in chaos' hold
Hammers on the ground
by the wall on which they used to hang
craft to pulp, art to ashes
old window sills on which the crow once sang
Boxes once filled with nails
were emptied long ago
He used to fill them up
while he had dreams to follow
He's got the tools for creating it
He's got the tools for breaking it
he learned how to dream and how to fail
and that a hammer always needs a nail
Dreams and years slowly went by
things he built up fell apart
Frustration startet eating him
Creating soaks up blood and heart
That one day when the stormcame
and broke his window pane
anger got the best of him
he flushed his nails down the drain
He's got the tools for creating it
He's got the tools for breaking it
he learned how to dream and how to fail
and that a hammer always needs a nail
Randomly he pounded down
on tables. chairs and he'd built
he felt joyful, satisfied
alleviated in his guilt
His workshop falls apart
His feet are slow his face is pale
He keepson hammering randomly
but a hammer always needs a nail
He's got the tools for creating it
He's got the tools for breaking it
he learned how to dream and how to fail
and that a hammer always needs a nail
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BUTTERFLY PASSED
step out light up the day
you'll shine unbound
Insist and fight to obey
my hand won't be dragging you down
head out no need to stay
just leave the ground
exist to follow your way
to find what couldn't be found
and fly
with one hand to catch and to keep it
one hand to crush and to bruise it
one hand to set it free, to let it be
one hand to forget and to lose it
within my hands lies your fate
just rest your soul
Stay close no need to escape
my hand will keep you whole
lean in refuse to debate
no rush at all
Hold on before it's too late
and life has taken its toll
on you
with one hand to catch and to keep it
one hand to crush and to bruise it
one hand to set it free, to let it be
one hand to forget and to lose it
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STUCK IN STRUCTURE
stuck in structure
a coherent picture
orderly wisdom
fuck the system
losing friction
living fiction
I'm stuck
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The quest pt1
05:13
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SWING IT
just swing it
no need to
move on
just bring it back
no need to move
and be gone
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Worn out souls
Children have gone away
from knowledge and experience
children will come back to play
to dance and cut the fence
children have gone away
from understood ignorance
from everydays experience
worn out souls that built the fence
worn out souls
no high now low
worn out souls
wore out slow
worn out souls
don't smile or cry
worn out souls
turn a blind eye
children have gone away
waiting for their chance
children will come back to stay
dance and cut the fence
worn out souls
no high now low
worn out souls
wore out slow
worn out souls
don't smile or cry
worn out souls
turn a blind eye
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AVALANCHE
the cold tree
moves slowly
while dancing light
surrounds
the old tree
raining flames freeze
turn to snow that falls
beneath the cold tree
snow lies heavily
surrounds
with blinding lights
the old tree
raining flames freeze it
cut the air it breathes
with time.
snow around the cold tree
With time it fells
the snow crawl
with time it fears
the snow fall
Its moves get slow
its breathing weak
its branches low
feeling fatigue
it holds on
waits for its chance
it holds on
waits for the avalanche
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Cler & Klainer - Future
04:51
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no time like the future
Time stands still
and moves on with your pace
synchronized with your body
still stand time and place
Time breathes in
through your lungs and lives
synchronized with your body
you'll find that time breathes
no time like the day
time stops cause it suits you
no time like tomorrow
no time like the future
Time flies by
with your wings through the sky
synchronized with your mindset
time glides by
Time bleeds
through your skin and veins
synchronized with your body
time feels your pain
no time like the day
time stops cause it suits you
no time like tomorrow
no time like the future
synchronized with your mind
time flies by, still stands time
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The quest pt.2
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Cler & Klainer - Route 1
04:24
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ROUTE 1
There are signs all over town
on every house you see
"freedom, wealth and happiness.
Route one's the place to be"
First ten miles are a lonely drive
but the lights are bright and the pavement's smooth
no crossroads, turns or bends at all
cruise control- ebjoy your youth
one straight drive into the light
route one is in sight
one straight drive into the light
route one shines tonight
From mile eleven onward
cracks appear the lights turn low
yet no chance to exit
as route one turns narrow
At the end of route one
There are no lights, just emptiness
broken pavment - broken promises
freedom wealth and happiness
One straight drive out of the light
road one once felt right
one straight drive out of the light
road one's dark tonight
Left and right of road one
are many roads with turns and bends
i would take time and energy
but seems to meet the nicer end
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THE MAN I BECOME
I get used to the cry
of the homeless woman
freezing in the street
I can't get used to
the man I start to be
I get used to the silence
of oppression and the angry men
who talk with their gun
But I can't get used to
the man I become
I get used to being free
but I can't get used to the man I see
Can't get used to
that man I start to be
Can't get used to
the man I see
Can't get used to
being numb
Can't get used to
the man I become
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Herrschaft d'Seitn
03:05
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Herrschaft d'Seitn
Mia ham si verrennt
und rennan hoit weida
mia ham a kan Plan ghobt
und wean a net gscheida
Mia ham nua Skadindl
und glaubn wir ham den Gschtis
und wir kochen mit Wasser
was leida vü zkoit is
Herrschaft d'seitn
die Herrschaft auf d'Seitn
geh rutsch ma owi
Herrschaft d'seitn
die Herrschaft auf d'Seitn
geh rutsch ma owi
wir hams lang gnuag probiert
S'Rezept is hoit foisch
wanns net funktioniert
Wir verdrahn uns, verbiegen uns
aber bewegen damma si net
Wir stengan und bleiben und warten
und hoffen dass uns wer versteht
Unser Bild von der Welt hängt im Keller
am seidenen Faden
es is scho ganz ausbleicht, is scho mannoid
und von wahnsinnig guaden Argumenten erschlagen
Herrschaft d'seitn
die Herrschaft auf d'Seitn
geh rutsch ma owi
Herrschaft d'seitn
die Herrschaft auf d'Seitn
geh rutsch ma owi
wir hams lang gnuag probiert
Wir hams lang gnuag versuacht
geh mach ma an schuach
S'Rezept is hoit foisch
wanns net funktioniert
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THE BIRD FLYING IN THE GLASS PRISON
The bird flying in the glass prison
has a vision of the world as a pearl swimming in the sea
that waits for him
and would make him sing
The bird flying in the glass prison
pretends he makes the decision to stay he obeys the confines of his cell
so while he waits for the pearl to arrive
he strives to survive
In the glass prison
a fading vision
In the glass prison
he makes his decision
The bird struggling in the glass prison
made the decision but under the pressure he cracks
his vision seeps out
the treasure once fulfilling him is killing him
The bird dying in the glass prison
made the decision that the struggle was in vain
and the pain is not worth any pearl of the world
that will keep spinning without him in it
In the glass prison
without any vision
In the glass prison
he made his decision
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Leichn im Keller
03:50
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Leichn im Keller
Wir ham des Leben verstanden
es gheat zelebriert
und jeder Sta in der Krone
gheat einzementiert
jedes Gramm in der Waagschoin
wird mitkalkuliert
die Medailln wir net umdraht
dafia vorn gscheid poliert
Wir ham die Leichn im Keller
oft grad frisch gstoam
sie wean paniert und frittiert
und zum Fressn serviert
A Keller voi Leichn
ganz frisch filettiert
ganz frisch verdorben
es habt's verloren
Gwürzt wird net zweng
es deaf scho schoaf sei
es deaf di scho recken
es deaf da am Oasch geh
es muaß da wuarscht sei
wer gwinnt und wer veliert
S'Essn gheat gessn
S'Lebn zelebriert
Wir ham die Leichn im Keller
oft grad frisch gstoam
sie wean paniert und frittiert
und zum Fressn serviert
A Keller voi Leichn
ganz frisch filettiert
ganz frisch verdorben
es habt's verloren
Wos war denn des Leben
ohne a bissl Phantasie
zelebriert wird mit Leidenschaft
und vü Poesie
Auch Schreien is moi anbracht
Schweigen is Silber
Mit laut schmeckts glei besser
Mit laut wirds glei milder
Wir ham die Leichn im Keller
oft grad frisch gstoam
sie wean paniert und frittiert
und zum Fressn serviert
A Keller voi Leichn
ganz frisch filettiert
ganz frisch verdorben
es habt's verloren
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CHILD'S PLAY
We learn to know what to notice
simplicity drowns in a sea of prejudice
While experience becomes ignorance
We build a fence
Which leaves our hands in our pockets
and our eyes on the ground
it's a child's play
where kids play
and easily
leave our way
We learn to know what to say
diversity is caught in high lows and low highs
we get by every day sigh
on the way
with our hands in our pockets
and our eyes on the grounds
it's a child's play
where kids play
and easily
leave our way
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Cler & Klainer - Drops
08:46
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DROPS
In the end it's just drops
that make a river
that once dropped
into the river
and every so often
show their face
and embrace the sun
I shiver and sink into the river of drops
It's just drops
that fall
to synchronize
in the end
It's just drops
in that river
a harmonizing
current
In the end it's just dots
that make a picture
at a certain spot in the picture
the eye turns blind
dots seem to vanish
but finish with time
dots after dots align
It's just dots
on paper
synchronizing
in the end
it`s just dots
in that picure
a harmonizing
silence
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Cler & Klainer - Dinner
02:42
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DINNER
There's that man who studied law
who was hired as the cook
He wears a faded shirt that reaks of sweat and that once said:
"Give me freeddom or give me death"
He pours me today's soup
and gives me my daily bread
an keeps on saying while he pours:
"be free, my son, be free or dead"
The woman next to him she screams:
"Don't eat his soup. Come, have some pie.
He'll just tell you lie after lie. Listen:
Live freely, son, live freely or die."
I take the pie. I take the soup and bread
as the man hands me some wine and beer.
Hidden behind my gun
I'll sneak them out of here
One man jumps up and starts to yell:
"you're all idiots!" and he heads for the door
He spills and spits out all of his soup
as he stumbles and falls on the floor.
He keeps in screaming of systems and money.
We stare at him and wait for the guard
the guard brings him milk with three spoons of honey
one hand to his throat he whispers:"Don't make it so hard."
Dinner's done, we stand in line
and we wait for the couple to guide us home
the fighting seems over or that's what they sell:
"be free now or die. Go home to your cell"
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Schweiß und Bluat
03:05
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Schweiß und Bluat
Mir is gscheid schlecht es geht ma guat
die Stana liegen fein im Magen
grad recht verrenkt es brennt der Huat
an Ziegel kunnt i nu vertragen
Zvü is weit net gnuag
Wer reduziert verliert
grad recht ausbrennt is die Gluat
grad recht so dass grad nu gliat
Schweiß und Bluat gengan Duascht
Stana mit Dreck und da Hunger is weg
Moizeit Vergelts Gott Brings unter d'Leit
wanns zguat schmeckt dann is net guat gnuag dafeit
Mir ist gscheid schlecht es geht ma guat
grad recht schwarz is vor de Augen
I hab mi gschnitten dass grad fein bliat
a bissl Salz würd ma daugen
Zvü is weit net gnuag
Wer reduziert verliert
grad recht ausbrennt is die Gluat
grad recht so dass grad nu gliat
Schweiß und Bluat gengan Duascht
Stana mit Dreck und da Hunger is weg
Moizeit Vergelts Gott Brings unter d'Leit
wanns zguat schmeckt dann is net guat gnuag dafeit
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Cler & Klainer - Skin
03:57
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SKIN
One touch
to drift away hust of this
touch
the world instantly gets small with one
touch
Stones just roll down your heart and
fall
One touch goes by
with the blink of an eye
and everything that made me hollow
just follows
skin forgives easily
skin on skin forgets
solitide remembers
solitude regrets
One touch
goes by so fast the last
touch
just lasted for a second and it
eats me up
leaves me starving, spinning, stranded
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CHANGE STAYS
There is one choice for you make
choose if you participate
holding on to yesterday
will make you slowly drift away
You criticize the things to come
anxious for what's not yet done
idealize the days that went
fearing what you don't understand
The ones who stay the same
soon will die
the ones who change get by
The nights go by
with passing days
change stays
Play your part or get out of the way
you wont stop it tomorrow if you slow it down today
the only price you pay is your ignorance
but if you can't move your feet you can't join the dance
Destroy your old pictures, they're mere black and white
paint new ones in colour, with dark spots and light
all of your drawers you'd better close tight
the world is a mosaic not a stereotype
The ones who stay the same
soon will die
the ones who change get by
The nights go by
with passing days
change stays
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Cler & Klainer - Gray
04:52
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GRAY
cities abandonned decay
colors unseen turn gray
the time you rush
you crush their day
Fading stories wait for narrators
Deserted souls long to find neighbours
cities abandonned decay
colors unseen turn gray
the time you rush
you crush their day
Unsong songs wait to be chanted
Lonesome seeds need to be planted
cities abandonned decay
colors unseen turn gray
the time you rush
you crush their day
Cities abandonned need occupation
it takes some time
for colours to turn bright
and words unheard
take time to be heard right
Fading stories wait for narration
cities abandonned decay
colors unseen turn gray
the time you rush
you crush their day
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turn your back
hear the song like they used to
sing that tune that your supposed to
turn your back it's yesterday
tomorrow's always one more night away
one more night away
one more night to stay
one more night, it's still yesterday
tomorrow's one more night away
no sleep until tomorrow's sunrise
familiar sounds to harmonize
dance my friend it's yesterday
tomorrow's always one more night away
one more night away
one more night to stay
one more night, it's still yesterday
tomorrow's one more night away
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THE HANGING MAN
People staring at a man
tied to a rope he cries for attention
held by his audience
without intention
The man plays his game of naming ropes:
"This one's tradition. Here's religion my friends!"
Someone brings him a new rope to name
some tie themselves to the loose ends
If you let go
you won't have a name
if you don't hold on
you can't play the game
He keeps on changing the names
people fight over which truly fit
they curse or cheer his latest choice
and yet are all a part of it
When fatigue or conscience loosen the grip
the man bursts out:
"My friends, this one's called migration!"
it's the taut rope that people fight about
If you let go
you won't have a name
if you don't hold on
you can't play the game
The man knows his audience.
He screams with anger more of the same.
Awe or disgust for the hanging man
holding the rope, they're all part of the game
If you let go
you won't have a name
if you don't hold on
you can't play the game
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SOMETHING
Sinking in
Then I drift to the surface
always drift to the surface
again
falling down
but the clouds always catch me
the clouds always catch me
before I hit the ground
flying high
but gravity forces me
gravitiy forces me down
no matter how hard I try
Running away
Drifting away
but something pulls me back to stay
Let it go
But I keep getting caught
I just keep getting caught
with what I know
Shouting out
but my voice disappears
my voice disappears
in the crowd
Leaning in
But I'm always pushed back
I always get pushed back
to where I've been
Running away
Drifting away
but something pulls me back to stay
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LIQUOR AND SWEET CIGARETTES
"The world is a cruel and bitter place."
He likes that phrase
"come with me, I'll take you home
where you belong and won't feel alone."
The children, once filled with sorrow,
now dream of tomorrow
He plants the seed and waits for spring
He leads the way so they'll join in
He takes them down to the liquor store
they have some drinks, they have some more
sweet cigarettes for those who are in doubt
until they loose and free
and the questions disappear
so everyone follows and no one stands out
They drink, they smoke, they toast to him
He sings a songs, they start to sing
The one's who sing a different song
don't know it yet but soon be gone
Childrens choirs with one voice
may dare to make some noise
but soon they'll be silent and brought to forget
with liquor and sweet cigarettes
He takes them down to the liquor store
they have some drinks, they have some more
sweet cigarettes for those who are in doubt
until they loose and free
and the questions disappear
so everyone follows and no one stands out
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39. |
Empathy pt.1
13:37
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40. |
Empathy pt.2
12:26
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41. |
Empathy pt.3
15:52
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42. |
Empathy pt.4
12:01
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43. |
Empathy solo
17:53
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