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Rationality
04:05
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Your phone call threw me off the rack last night
I just can’t remember a single thing of what you told me
Big loud nothings about nothingness
We know it’s only what they’re calling “getting older”
The first time met each other we had no plans,
which was exactly what we needed
So I got used to warmth and comfort
I would have never thought I’d feel again so lonely
Don’t you look at me with your all-so-bright-eyes!
They make me remember of when you used to hold me tight
Intertwined
In the worst state you picked me off the street,
as a big fat nothing I was facing
Down in deepest hole you lent a hand
Thanx for distracting me from all my dreams imploding
Don’t you look at me with your all-so-bright-eyes!
They make me remember of when we saved each other’s lives
Intertwined
The few times we met this year it just felt right
Just unlike every time that we said goodnight
Undermined
In the meantime and in between time,
we somehow lost it and gave ways to rationality
In the meantime, I’ve had a mean time,
I’m not quite sure about being better off this way...
Don’t you look at me with your all-so-bright-eyes!
They make me remember of when you used to hold me tight
Don’t you look at me with your all-so-bright-eyes!
They make me remember of when you used to
hold me tight.
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2. |
Albumize
03:25
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Glue slowly drops on paper
All these pictures boxed for years, I albumize my life in here
Getting wrapped up in vapor
Eternal bliss is hard-and-fast, we glorify what's in the past
Nice shot! Who's getting there?
Draggling what we've got here
Double-minded, pressurize our biggest fears
I know it's been the best time
Unless you had been there, too, I swear you wouldn't have a clue
Sure it was more in my line
Stop glorifying things that way! Who gives a rat's ass anyway?
Start life in present tense!
Nothing else makes much sense
Probably there's more here before I go hence…?
The sounds get low
The lights go down
The play is done
and the crowd is going home
Go on home
to things unknown,
desperately missing.
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3. |
Misremembrance
02:49
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Is this all? I guess this time it’s true… this was the very last bash
Three decades and a final glass with you, this was a night to cherish
Will this be the last thing I'll remember from all this time?
It don’t feel right…
Some wise man said, all disenthralled, “birth > school > work > death” - and that’d be all
For once he’s right, I realize about 20 years too late
And will this be the one thing I'll remember from all this time?
It don’t feel right…
It took some time to compromise the truth unknown in my youth
I fell asleep on ember
And this will be the last thing I'll remember and
it don’t feel right, it just don’t feel right and
it don't feel right.
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4. |
Whole-world-embracin'
04:22
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She walks by with her best days a-comin’, and the best songs a-hummin’,
and the sunbeams a-charmin’, and the best days and the best nights a-facin’,
and the right man in place, (and) the whole world embracin’, but she’ll
hide her name, hide her shame, hide her insides all the same,
no give-in, no acclaim, punkrock’s over, postpunk’s lame,
Left in a world so far behind, (now) if she could (only) reflate the old days
(But the) the truth is strippin’, the clock keeps tickin’
Ain’t it hard to live when you’re livin’ in your memories?
...when you’re living in your memories?
She’d sleep much less and live much more
But the clock keeps tickin’ away. Life has led her astray…
Life has led her astray… ain’t the presence hard to see
when you’re living in your memories?
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5. |
Frown
03:20
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There she walks down the stairs,
got a lot of pities and them cruelties to tell
There she walks, letting me wonder
(And) now I know it’s really hard to wonder all the time
But I love her so, I love her so
There she walks, a built-up wall
Every day like winter and every night like fall
It’s a leak-tight cycle of feeling wrong-in-place,
I chase a dream despairingly, slowly see I’ll lose the race
I love her so, I love her so
The years run by in the leak-tight cycle
The coolest girl I’ve ever known, the one gets me into fights
She takes me up and pulls me down, a vicious circle round and round
I’m always gonna try again…
…try until my very end!
I love her so, I love her so.
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6. |
Disenthralled
01:47
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I just can’t ignore the fact
I can’t just ignore the impact
As clear as some writing on some wall
No use in talking small
The threat is obvious
It’s always right beside us
Caress my hand, then cut it off!
The sun comes up again
It ends a night of migraine
to announce another day
of birth and life and decay
You kiss my hand, then bite it off
You make a waste of every breath
You’re planted deep inside me!
The sun is up again
It lights (up) the world of insane
Welcome another day
of birth and life,
and of decay.
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7. |
Downhaunted
03:57
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The way you haunt is optimized
You show up without (a) warning
You make the lamb seek for the wolf,
take its blood without returning
With eyes that stab a hole right through a head
Rubbing salt in the wound, hand a starving mouldy bread
With time you’ve brought it to perfection:
the soul and body raping scheme
Heads are yearning for the pain,
yearning for the guillotine
You sink your fangs into the living body of your prey
(You) savour tremor, savour fear when they know the end is near
Closing time…
I can’t back away from the things that I used to say
I backed away from your energy, I wasn’t fast enough
and so you haunted me down
Closing time…
You celebrate your victoryon the dead corpses
I watched you laughing as you hollowed (out) head
Got off on the bloodshed!
Closing time…
I can’t back away from the things I’d say…
Closing time…
You celebrate your victory on my dead corpse and
I watched you laughing…
…as you hollowed (a) head,
hollowed head, brain-dead,
sunk in red, scary sad,
perfected.
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8. |
Amnesia
03:04
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At five in the morning on a sunny day
I wake up to the image of a dying day
All in the mood of a violent affray
I start with doing what I do each day
right where I’m at and where I’ll always stay
If you remember everything you wish a lot of things away
Amnesia, Amnesia
Protect me from the things I'll have to go through
Amnesia, Amnesia,
I really don’t want to walk this road alone
When you set North-East I headed West
to get away from the pain you put on my chest
I hate you the most, but I wish you all the best
You keep on saying what you want to say
Every day it’s the same shit!
I try to get lose, but I’m a part of it
Amnesia, Amnesia
Protect me from the things I'll have to go through
Amnesia, Amnesia
I really don’t want to walk this road alone
I keep on keeping, but it makes me sad
I keep on living and it keeps me mad
I know ahead are things I’ll have to go through
And don’t you mistake politeness
with what I think inside
You know it’s scary what a smile can hide…
Amnesia, Amnesia
Don’t let me down
Amnesia, I’ll feed ya
Hope you’ll become much stronger every day
Amnesia, auspicious friend,
go suck me out until the very end.
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9. |
Wolfpack
03:38
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What’s that you wanted to say,
when you turned away and left unspoken?
These were the nastiest days,
when we all got off on causing him the pain
Get out! Get out! Get out! - To leave him broken
Get out! Get out! Get out! - With words unspoken
Get out! Get out! Get out! - To watch him breaking
Get out! Get out! Get out! - And it’s all just to distract from their own loss
And this feels like how it feels like
to be the one child left behind
And this feels like on the outside,
ripped and eaten up in real time
To leave him broken
I’m sorry…
…so sorry - I wish I could undo it…
I’m sorry…
…so sorry, I wish I …
I’m sorry…
…so sorry, I wish I could undo it…
I’m sorry, believe me.
Believe me, please believe me.
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10. |
Veuxplus
03:48
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Que peux-je te dire
dont t'es pas obligée de traduire ?
Moi ?
Merci pour demander, ça va…
Ca va de pire en pire
Est-ce que tu vas bien ?
Est-ce que tu es arrivée,
après notre grande finale du 14 Février ?
Je ne veux pas le savoir
C'est trop tard
And the clock keeps ticking away
as the train keeps moving
And so you lived out your most sadist ways
as you watched me waiting.
Je ne veux pas le savoir.
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11. |
Pareja de baile
04:38
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It's obvious how much it hurts
(to see the) laughable dancer amputate himself
piece by piece
There's no blood, not a clear impact
Slakes from the inside, a secret
not to be known by anyone but you
Give him drink, give him smoke, give him cure
Can you stop asking?
And don't you judge him,
and accept.
And you, you beautiful dancer,
you know unavoidably
you can't lead him anymore
Tried to get through
to this encased mind
But you can't do nothing, but be there
and slowly despair
And I know it's hard,
It must be impossible
to carry this load on your little shoulders
Well, you managed well - you beautiful dancer!
You gave him drink, gave him smoke, gave him cure,
and you stopped asking,
and didn’t judge him anymore,
and accepted.
You gave him drink, you gave him smoke,
you gave him cure, and you loved him more
You gave him drink, you gave him cure
You gave him hope, you gave him rope.
Beautiful dancer, beautiful dancer
Please dance on
when he’s gone.
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12. |
I still breathe
04:13
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You shouldn’t go this way,
It’ll take you anywhere but home
I can’t get a single thought straight,
when you and me are in one room
I know you wish me dead
I know you hate that I still breathe
You’re only such hate-filled
‘cause you’re unable to succeed
You feel so unhappy
You think that everyone else wins
You’re easy to be angled
You’re just so easy to convince
When they lie about our future,
about our daughters’ and our sons’,
and you don’t see this country
looks much like (back in) 1931
Yeah - you could be part of the majority one day,
but I’ll stand in your way for as long as…
…I still breathe!
Sometimes I wish I wouldn't,
I watch the news each night, although I know I rather shouldn't
I still breathe!
And I can't stop the thinking
Not a single night in 20 years without the drinking
I still breathe!
Yes, society’s unfair!
Sometimes I want to grab a gun and point it on somewhere…
…point it on you! But I won’t do.
And that’s the main difference between me and you.
When people give up everything because they have to flee
and once they’re here they get attacked by guys like you and me
And I still breathe!
I fear to be like Grandpa was in ’33... NO!
I still breathe - yeah, it’s true: I'm pessimistic
Well, history has shown there’s no way to defeat statistics
I still breathe - For three minutes long
you’ve listened to and still don’t know the meaning of this song and
I still breathe - now politics won’t do it!
And I’d rather play guitar though I don’t have an app to tune it
I still breathe - now if you’re honest to yourself…
…there’s nothing greater than a quickie on the kitchen shelf!
And I still breathe, I still breathe,
I still breathe, I still breathe
I still breathe! I still breathe!
I still breathe! I still breathe.
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13. |
Brainstop
03:55
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Late November in the morning rain, when the sun was hidden and this town was grey,
I found myself just a perfect way to stop my brain from thinking
There you were right in front of me, the most kittenish smile I had ever seen
And the world stopped rushing and I felt the “click” for the first time without drinking
Mindless, careless, free of charge you rocked my world and you rocked it hard
And the porn-style-loving was our common ground, loved every single second
We rocked each other for a couple of years, shared awesome times and times of tears
And whatever happened wouldn’t break it up ‘cause always we’d stay focussed
And it felt right, and it felt great when I stopped myself from feeling hate,
when I stopped to think and stopped to care, the world stopped turning but I wasn’t aware
And it might sound funny, but I saw it come: we built it up, yes! We built it up
We built our lives, we built our house, we built our city of Rock ‘n Roll…
It might sound funny, but I saw it coming
It might sound funny, but I saw it coming our way
And we lived for each other through thick and thin, but the years ran by and the truth crashed in
The sun came back, put a light on the wreck, and my brain got active and
the thoughts came back.
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14. |
@TioPepe's
03:07
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Where are you, my friend? We're here alone and missing you
Seems things don't seem so promising in the end
Waiting for you at the station, thought you'd be around in time
Seems like the morning shows your sympathy
If you wanna go away, or if you wanna spend one day
That'd be enough for me, I’d be happy to see your pretty face once…
…more!
It's been 20 years, I don't think that much has changed
(but) maybe I don't know, maybe I've been lost in alcohol
and you have straightened out, bucked up and fixed your life,
faced the world as you should, maybe I should as well
But I don't think I do so good at THAT!
The clock stroke eight and then a year was over
We sobbed goodbyes, left and started getting sober,
scrapbooked a thousand pictures and started wondering:
what if we had stayed for longer right down at Tio Pepe's place?
The clock stroke eight and then a year was over
We sobbed goodbyes, left and started getting sober,
scrapbooked a thousand pictures and started wondering:
what if had stayed for longer right down at Tio Pepe's place?
Do you remember?
Well, I remember every day!
And I surrender to
the truths of reality
Why do those yellowed pictures
just always make me sad?
What if we had stayed forever
right down at Tio Pepe's place?
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soulscraper Ludwigshafen, Germany
We are wolle Rhein, Andi Bühler, Steffen Blatt, and Laurin Melchior from the German emo punk rock band soulscraper. We thank you for your support and hope to see you live. Cheers!
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