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Explode
03:43
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EXPLODE
Some innocent phone calls in the middle of the night
Some purchased existence that says “Hold me tight!”
Some heartbreakin’ feelings, your conscience says “No!”
An avalanche howlin’ and free falling snow.
The carnival evening is under a siege
The lights going out, the town falls asleep
The fuelling moments of candy store girls
The boys of their dreams in their immature swirls.
Some girl brought her necklace and showed it to him
She accused him so hard for stealing her sins
When she counted to ten he sat right by her side
And exclusively touchin’ her shivering back.
Now ain’t there no one exciting tonight
An uncertain future is shuffling ahead
The big blow-out is right on its way
The ruins of stability are easy to see.
Some short-term vacations in this European town
Some short-term lifestyle on trembling grounds
The passenger train comin’ twice a day
Some silhouettes rushing, there is no place to stay.
Chorus: But the answer is far from what you expect
With so few words you can ... just explode!
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WHEN WE PARKED YOUR NEW CAR
On the side of the street, we got out of your car that we
parked underneath an old tree.
You said something like “moving” and you whispered a
song and it seemed, this would be our last day.
But you turned on your radio and pushed in a tape,
it was one of the songs we always played.
And your car was so new and so I felt for you,
but the clouds didn’t leave us alone.
And your voice like a melody and like all the promises
that came and broke through my head.
All the sorrows, all the troubles, all the memories here
around, all the dreams and pretty moments, they are gone.
No one moved, no one spoke, no one listened to the song
from the radio in your car under the tree.
All surrounding information, all constructive resignation,
all the meaningful excitements couldn’t help.
Look around, look at this tree and the branches and the
leaves and you’ll see, there could be something more.
So that was our last day, just before you did say
that nothing can last very long.
And I do, yes I do, I remember the day,
when we parked your new car under the tree
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WHY FALL TO PIECES (AGAIN)
One night I met the sister of a friend
There wasn’t any small talk, so she went
Was she looking for quotations?
Or looking for some help?
Why fall to pieces again?
You came all of a sudden from the side
Some rocket engine rushing through the night
Was there silence in your hand
Or some poetry to land
Why fall to pieces again?
“Your immature commitments are your strengths!”
“You don’t know, what another day can bring!”
Is there room for relations?
Or some biased floatin’ pain?
Why fall to pieces again?
The happiness of jumpin’ in a lake
Excitement of an intimate escape
Any summer sun appointment
Or two lovers in the rain
Why fall to pieces again?
She looked at him, he was not looking back
His passiveness, it kind of made her mad
Was she searching for a chance?
Or some sexual romance?
Why fall to pieces again?
The setting of your image is arranged
The painting of your innocence so strange
These are half-hearted sensations
Are your promises in vain?
Why fall to pieces again?
Exposing ourselves ain’t nothing new
I thought that we had finally made it through
Was there fiction by controllers?
Or some liberty defence?
Why fall to pieces again?
Today I saw Eve on the street
We couldn’t find some pleasant words to speak
Were we looking for salvation?
Or maybe just revenge?
Why fall to pieces again?
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4. |
The Wild Bunny
04:33
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THE WILD BUNNY
Waterfalls and darkness and moonlight and stars
It’s poisonous and timeless, it is kind of your style.
See the fish in the river and the swans in the lake,
Are they real or disguised or exposed in their fate?
I can feel that you’re hungry, I can feel that you’re wild
All the past and the comin’, let’s ignore for this time.
As he kisses her lips, while she touches his pants
She was tremblin’ and shakin’, just like no time before.
Did she say such a thing? Will you stay here tonight?
Sometimes lovin’ ain’t nothin’ but trouble and fight.
Then she gave him the cuffs, it was fifteen to ten
Let us try to be different and estranged, if you can.
“Are you scared or amused?”, as she rolled up her eyes
“Not at all”, he declared, “I’m just right by your side”.
“You are kind of attractive, I have to admit”
At his body she stared and his presence she felt.
It was new and intense and so pure and so free
A reward and arrangement, a completion of dreams.
In September she said, she might leave for a while
And the light of the moon, it’s not all in your hand
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5. |
Late Night Dance
05:45
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LATE NIGHT DANCE
Oh, we used to do some jokes, you know
Look at these people in this night
It’s pretty crowded
Well, there’s a lot of things goin’ on
The moon is shining over the lake
Look at her, she’s holding his hands
I think, they must be in love
What, is she eating something?
Well, he’s drinking some wine
Could be Spanish wine ... I don’t know
I should go home now.
Well, there’s no one waiting anyway.
Well, I could listen to some AC/DC
Or maybe play guitar and wake up the neighbours
Well, I think that’s not a good idea
But I could read a book or drink some Spanish wine
Look at the stars up there!
They’re pretty bright
Are they telling any signs?
Wow, this panthera is crossing the street!
What is this panthera doing here?
It’s pretty black and big
You should watch out!
Who’s responsible for that?
I think, I should move on
Well the moon and the stars are so bright on the lake
You can see the little waves
And suddenly there is no one!
Suddenly there is nothing going on
Well, what’s going on anyway?
It’s been a long night
It’s pretty early in the morning now actually
All the young kids are at home
And the nice people, too
I just keep strolling around
I really could play some music at home or
At least listen to some music
I think that’s a good idea
Well, there’s no one waiting at home anyway
Well, let’s see ...
There’re some people dancin’ around
What kind of dance is this?
Oh, I would like to know
Hmm, this is strange ...
It’s not the moonwalk, that’s for sure
She’s wearing a lot of fashion, you know
Kind of fashion wind
That’s the newest stuff you could buy
It’s pretty elegant
What’s going on in this night?
I wonder, what’s going on
People are telling stories about nights like this
It’s strange, it’s pretty scary!
Especially this panthera running around
It’s actually a pretty scary night
Should go home
Well, there’s no one waiting anyway.
If I would only have a job or something
That’d be nice
Getting up in the morning ...
Going to bed at night ... like early ...
Well ...
What can you do in these days?
Well, we’ll see ...
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6. |
You Will See
05:06
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YOU WILL SEE
There ain’t no place around, for you and me
There ain’t no livin’, well can’t you see?
He had a little job, it was not wrong
He went too far, well, they couldn’t like that.
Is there anybody clapping hands?
Is there anyone, who’s offering some help
I still can remember our faces in the water
In my rear-view mirror you combed your hair.
Some public transportation, some incident at night
The ceremony’s over, the local magazine
She dreams about a place, where she’s never been
“But one day, you’ll see, I’ll go there and I’ll stay.”
The traveling sales man has something to hide
The cell phone lady got something to hide
The surgeon’s daughter, she feels it inside
And in the evening her friends, they’re writing some poetry.
The night liner is going up north
The girl in the backseat, she’s filming the ride
It’s just wide open fields and nameless streets
She might become a journalist or something like this.
Well, someone got so low down and someone got so lost
Another one got flowers, there wasn’t any cost
Pictorial information all over the place
An afternoon affair with no sign of change.
Chorus: You will see!
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7. |
Melodrame, Fr/It 1983
04:53
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MELODRAME (FR/IT 1983)
Turn away
Turn away, turn away
Turn away, turn away
Don’t be scared and turn away
You play a game
Play your game, play your game
Play your game, play your game
You just do, what you can.
God, it’s late
It’s so late, it’s so late
It’s so late, it’s so late
Ain’t no place, where we can stay.
No, it’s home
It’s not home, it’s not home
It’s not home, it’s not home
It is not, where you belong.
All your dreams
All your dreams, all your dreams
All your dreams, all your dreams
Tame your dreams, defame your dreams.
The days before
The days before, the days before
The days before, the days before
What’s not saved, you can’t restore.
The price you pay
The price you pay, the price you pay
The price you pay, it’s not worth
All we’ve got, is to escape.
Someone left
Someone left you all alone
Someone left you by the side
All in all, this can’t be right.
Someone left you by the side
All in all, this can’t be right.
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8. |
Wastebook
03:26
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WASTEBOOK
A garden full with apple trees laid wide spread there
A young girl was sitting, she was playing with her hair
She took the things so seriously and absolutely strict
Forgot about desire and her summer sun predict.
A picnic at the river and you don’t forget to dance
The portrait of a summer day, a starting of romance
A bridge at evening water and an early morning rain
A shelter under willow trees, the lovin’ and the pain.
The styles you see on Saturday,
the art of worn out dreams
The key accountant nightclub girl,
the college bird in jeans.
They’re sharing all their happiness,
their toughness and ambition
Some casual conversation
and your loneliness is gone.
You upload all your pictures as romantic as you be
The mountains, as a model or in London, by the sea.
Everyone admires, everyone to hear the news
The update of the weekend, the everyday reviews.
Oh, why do you not answer and why do you not write?
I’m waiting for your message or a sign that you’re alright.
I sent you all my lovin’, oh what have I done to you?
What can I do to please you, well all this can’t be true.
Chorus:
Waste your time on Wastebook
The show is always on
Waste it through the night
‘Till your day will come.
Share your love on Wastebook
The show is always on
Share it through the night
Till your day will come.
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9. |
(Applied) Picture Theory
03:53
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(APPLIED) PICTURE THEORY
Oh, what is a picture, if it’s yellow and green?
Oh, what is a picture, if it’s red?
But is it a picture, if it’s blue like blood
It must be an image, or not?
I could draw you a mountain, maybe touching the sky
Or a beautiful wavin’ goodbye
In the middle of all I’ll be placin’ a cow
Kind of swingin’ and dancin’ away.
Chorus: There are lovers alive on a Saturday night
Oh, lovers alive, when they’re out
I can paint you some flowers and some fine memories
Maybe helpin’ to stay for a while
I can linger at night, when you’re floating away
But I’ll never explain, why I’m here.
Chorus: Oh, lovers alive on a Saturday night
Well, lovers alive, when they’re out
On a Saturday night, when lovers alive
It is Saturday night, ‘till it’s gone.
I can write you a poem, nearly straight to your heart
I can tell you the words that you need
I can sit on a couch, maybe nothin’ to say
I can lend you my shoulders to weep.
Chorus: Well, lovers alive on a Saturday night
Oh, lovers alive, when they’re out
On a Saturday night, when lovers alive
It is Saturday night, ‘till it’s gone.
Oh, what is a picture, if it cannot be seen?
What is a picture, if it speaks?
The audience says: “I can do that, too!”
“Is there anything pleasing or new?”
Chorus: Well, lovers alive on a Saturday night
Oh, lovers alive, when they’re out
On a Saturday night, when lovers alive
It is Saturday night, ‘till it’s gone.
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10. |
Summertime Is Over
06:06
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SUMMERTiME IS OVER
Well, the summertime is over, you have to go away
Well, the summertime is over, you have to go away
Go straight with all your memories, or do you wanna stay?
Well, the night-time is holy, you see, what’s going on?
Well, the night-time is holy, you see, what’s going on?
You have decided fast, but now you’re all alone.
Oh, the spare parts of romances, the tools are on for sale
Oh, the spare parts of romances, the tools are on for sale
Disguised a loving lover, but why are you so pale?
You say, you need affection, show me the ones, who don’t
Oh, you say, you need affection, show me the ones, who don’t
You write your poem slow, the writer has been cloned
You burn your saddest fire, the flames are kind of high
You burn your saddest fire, the flames are kind of high
The speaker in the corner, he used to ask you “why?”
The dogs are on their nightshift, the wind sings like a bird
Oh, the dogs are on the nightshift, the wind sings like a bird
You’re holding my hand, but you don’t say a word.
I see, you’re in a hurry, but who has got the time?
I see, you’re in a hurry, but who has got the time?
The everyday elation, is this, what’s on your mind?
Well, the summertime is over, you have to go away
Oh, the summertime is over, you have to go away
Go straight with all your memories, or do you wanna stay?
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11. |
Hold Me, Hold Me
07:27
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HOLD ME, HOLD ME
Once I had to cross the ocean
Once I had to leave my town
I was strong and I was lonesome
I came pretty far around.
Airport halls and cold attractions
Disconcerted melodies
Women waiting for their husbands
Advertisement tragic scenes.
Anytime you think, you’re playing
Anytime you think, you’re out
People don’t believe your saying
People don’t believe a word.
Children hiding behind mothers
Not believing what they see
I don’t know, why you brought flowers?
I don’t know, what do you need?
He won’t leave behind his family,
He won’t leave behind his home
Why so helpless and abusive?
Why so false and paralysed?
Second chances and romances
Long goodbyes and evening flights
Why’d you bring yourself in danger?
Why this message on your phone?
Best consumers tied to barrooms
Waitress hopes, she can’t forgive
Let’s collect for lifeless boomers,
For disgraced opinion thieves.
Cable car adjustment experts,
Up and down and back and forth
Sponsored by Agnostic Waters,
By Essential Network Lines.
“Do exactly, what you like!”
She was sure that he had heard
“I can’t make it for you right!”
“You’ll be free just like a bird!”
Yes, he met Pauline in Rome
She came in with hurting feet
It was spring and it was raining
It was time to leave the street.
She as well got dressed in velvet
And a scarf in pink and blue
In the dark with pure obsessions
How their love was wild and true.
“You should be a taxi driver
Since you know the streets by heart”
“I will have to tell you something ...”
“We’ve got time for sure all night.”
It’s alright, if you don’t love me
It’s alright, if you just can’t
Thank you for your certain hours
Thank you for the time we spent.
Someone said, “She’s far away”
Someone said, “Well, now it’s too late”
How, just tell me, could you do?
Why’d you break her heart in two?
Chorus:
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me now!
Hold me, hold me, hold me, hold me
Hold me, hold me, hold me down!
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Matthias Forenbacher Vienna, Austria
Matthias Forenbacher is a rock'n'roll and folk singer-songwriter, guitar player and composer from Austria/Europe. Also known for his experimental and neorealist sound escapes in southern Europe and North America. Forenbacher has lived in Rome/Italy, Canada and the USA. ... more
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