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I Don't Believe You
05:50
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I DON'T BELIEVE YOU
These are the news of the morning
Here is the last information
I cannot resist, I cannot avoid
I don’t believe you.
Claire has a place in the old part of town
She’s always a catcher of a spotlighted round
You won’t be lonely, if you follow her scene
I don’t believe you.
You’re sendin’ a note that you’re broken
Send me a sign that you’re feeling alright
Somebody misses you and somebody can’t
and I can’t believe you.
Nikki Devitte with your modernist charm
You wrote your thesis on Mongolian farms
Your studies were changing the course of your life
But I don’t believe you.
Standin’ alone on the side of the quay
Wavin’ goodbye to your hero
Well now it’s too late, you had nothing to say
I don’t believe you.
You came unexpected from your round-the-world-flight
You came like a joke, but so serious and tight
For so many years you were out of sight
Now I don’t believe you.
Sarah the cook, you’re the winner today
Sooner or later you’ll be fadin’ away
It’s true you made an incredible cake
But I don’t believe you.
Public and private spaces of art
Wolves and sheep and their hidden desires
Now come a bit closer, explain me your part
I don’t believe you.
Two guys in a hurry on a thundering bike
They feel so hungry in this film version night
You say that nobody’s free or true
I don’t believe you.
You walk really fast on your politics trail
Is this the reason why diplomacy fails?
Your wavering speech won’t be ever sufficient
I don’t believe you.
Peter the Filth, your opinion is asked.
Why don’t you come out of your vacuous mask?
Excuse me, but there is nothing new!
I don’t believe you.
When is the start of our losing faith?
When is the end of our patience?
You’re hiding a secret, there is nothing to hide.
I don’t believe you.
The wedding is over, the groom disappeared
Somebody’s asking, if he’s ever been here
Just days before, he was nothing but worried
I don’t believe you.
Another example of our falling apart
Another example of a broken heart
You better beware of awareness signs
I don’t believe you.
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She's Tired
03:23
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SHE’S TIRED
On Sunday morning, she came from work
A life she would never have
Her son in bed, he was so used
He knew what’d be comin’ ahead.
Well, she’s tired, she’s tired.
She excuses for the place she has
The strangers and being alone
The work she does and the son she raised
And why is everything so wrong?
She got an old car that she never drives
It makes herself so proud
There was nobody at her side so long
And nothin’ to talk about.
‘Cause she works all night in a heartless place
The days she would try to sleep
The debts wouldn’t get any smaller
And the clouds wouldn’t fade away.
She’s tired from comin’ home in the morning
And hardly seein’ her son
Where can she start and when does it end
It doesn’t matter anyhow.
The men she saw, they were kind of strange
And never wouldn’t settle down
They would buy her drinks and make her swing
And then they would disappear.
She’s tired from selling “love” at night
And hiding during the day
The dreams and hopes and plans she made
But nothing has never changed.
She used to be once such a pretty girl
Now it’s the other way ‘round
Is it anyone’s fault or someone to blame
She wouldn’t know not at all.
She’s tired from screwin’ around at night
Or sitting alone in the bar
The fools she met and goofs she had
It seems so strange and bizarre.
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Why
04:53
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WHY
Why is it, baby, that a wing easily breaks
That a rose has a thorn
Why is it, baby, that we try, but we know
That it’s so and never so?
Why is it, baby, that our way is so long
But our hopes are keeping us strong
Why is it, baby, that you meet somebody someplace
And not where you thought, it would be?
Why is it, baby, that love sometimes comes
And sometimes it just won’t appear?
Why is it, baby, when you travel, you dream
And forget, where you’ve been?
Why is it, baby, that it feels here like a cage
With no chance to escape?
Why is it baby that we’re captured in our roles
And changing means betraying?
Why is it, baby, that it’s dark suddenly
With no future to see?
Why is it, baby, that our love has gone home
That our fire has been blown?
Chorus: Say, if I bore or disturb or annoy?
If it’s so, I can go, Ican try somewhere else.
And I’ll try somewhere else.
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TAKE ME WHERE THE WIND BLOWS
The night shift dancer’s crying, she feels so old
Her dances were a while and more ago
She wanders through the streets and talks to strangers
But no one hears, what she has got to say.
The artist says: “My painting’s almost finished”
He drank a lot in hope to find that out
He thinks, he is so lonely for his reasons
For always painting words he cannot say.
The actress sees her role behind the model
She deals with urban life and with ideals
She wears a necklace filled with pure sea water
“A timeless symbol for a timeless life”.
The diplomatic mission is now over
“I think we should not tell you all we know”
The weather fairy softly says: “It’s raining”
No celebrating atmosphere in town.
An age-old Fiat Ritmo on the church square
Right between the tower and the bar
You guide me through this town, oh can I trust you
Why is it so dark and why so cold?
Ref. Take me where the wind blows
Take me where the sun goes
Take me where the night will never end
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GINGER & PAULY
1. You better leave your failin’ home
Can’t get your feet back on the stone
People amuse and people see
People love and people bleed.
2. So Ginger wants her boyfriend now
Why can’t you queue up in a row?
This is the moment of your life
But you ain’t got your hottest drive.
3. I feel your fire down below
She played with arrows and a bow
Now do you have another plan?
Is this the only trick you can?
4. Now ain’t you got something to say?
Or do you think you plan to stay?
You better don’t say any word
I’ve got the feeling, it can hurt.
5. Pauly played on New Year’s Eve
He should have hidden like a thieve
Drivin’ home, it was so late
Well, it was meant to be his fate.
6. Now can’t you hear the music theme?
Or is there anything between?
Was it the tension of the night?
Or just the poison of your bite?
7. There are some neutrons in your heart
Well, don’t tell me you fall apart
I see, there’s coolness in your eyes
Don’t dare to say something too nice.
8. We’re searching for somebody new
Who ain’t exactly just like you
This ain’t a game, this is so sad
Can’t get you out of my head.
9. Where is the reason to exist?
This is the moment to insist
You better do not play with me
‘Cause in the morning we’ll be free
10. You better leave me now alone
I’ve got your picture on my phone
Is this exactly what you dreamed?
Or just another hopeless scene?
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7. |
In This European Night
05:07
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IN THIS EUROPEAN NIGHT
He and his Mangalitsa pork chops
The collection of stamps was waiting
All the girls gone wild
“Look at all these stamps!”
Haha, it’s just a dominion table
With his sassy colour scheme
He and his constant crystal lighting
She takes place with her psychedelic diamonds
It’s time for a denim escape!
It’s just soft leather
They are discussing Victorian information
Yeah … dismissing information …
She works as an occupation designer
Well, I guess, it’s time for some conventional tea!
The minute she came into the room!
She was the talented December girl
You and your totally absurd house!
They were eating chilli rice crackers
And this totally absurd club sandwich.
You want some pretzels?
Some afternoon sign says: “It’s advertising time”
With his uncompromising price
And his Nouveau Matique placements
There are Nouveau Matique splitters all around
It’s advertising time!
Chorus: A descending progress in this European night
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Self-Loading Gun
05:24
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SELF-LOADING GUN
Well if you try – just to find your place
And if you try – just to find some work
And if you try – just to find some hold.
And if they don’t – understand your life
And if they don’t – understand your dreams
And if they don’t – understand your anger.
And if you can’t help yourself and you see, there is no-one with you
And if you search – for your personal future
And if you search – for someone, who is with you
And if you search – for some place to belong to.
And if you can’t help yourself as you always have tried to do
Well, if you have – someone in your family
And if you have – someone, who’s deceiving
And if you have – someone, who’s betraying.
And if there are just shadows that are constantly pulling you down
Chorus:
A self-loading gun
A self-loading gun
A self-loading gun
How far has it come?
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7,99
06:00
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SEE; THE CHANGE WON'T COME
1. Well, someone had something to say
You better be out of space!
She didn’t like to be found
You preferred to stay underground.
2. Now won’t you repeat your convention?
Another instinctive reaction?
It was Tokyo, London, New York
Her number was two and a half!
3. Sitting cross-legged on a table
Another calculation
And another stimulation
To be divided in three.
4. The idea of feeling alone
Computed elections of foam
She was so gifted and skilled
A face-saving amount.
5. The silver frog was at home
An irreplaceable storm
Well, turn up the radio loud!
But someone is living below.
6. The inspiring yellow sleeve
Was it you becoming a thieve?
Here comes the political clown
And someone is holding your hand.
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DRAMATIC EVENING, 2008, oil on canvas
So late now in the evening
So late that I must go
The guests were all fantastic
The dancing on the floor.
Discussions on a sofa
In sixty-seven style
The freedom of the wording
The poet for a while.
Some Reclam based opinions
Some standing just beside
She’s tired from defending
Her innocence and pride.
I know, you must be weary
I know, you must be sad
No answer and no theory
why can’t you stay instead?
I thought, I heard my spirit
I thought, I heard him cry
The unrewarding minute
The truth and all the lies.
The sons and hopeful lovers
The sailors in the rain
The tightness of confessions
The questions will remain.
Some pure absurd reactions
Some false and faithless risk
A callboy was invited
The stranger and the kiss.
You came with all your memories
You did not have a plan
The sinning and the conscience
The girls and all their men.
So late now in the evening
So late that I must go
The guests were all fantastic
The dancing on the floor.
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12. |
Theme From Melodrame
01:55
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Escape For A While
05:15
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ESCAPE FOR A WHILE
I used to say and I used to do
Faces and freedom and hands on your hearts
She said: “No-one can act and can see”
You want respect and you fall for love.
You be just like this and you be just like that
A rain in spring and the flowers to bloom
The rumours’ reflection and flourishin’ waste
You’re attainin’ attraction but where is yourself?
A two-faced indignity, an everyday breeze
The shape and the function and the price on request
A heavy weight load, but you’re not so strong!
Who’ll be something of a hero these days?
The gallery closed at 11 at night
The women got restless, the party was long
They showed inspiration, as they always have done
A well planned excitement and the boss to please.
In a prosperin’ college of liberal arts
Professors will lecture, can you understand?
A student has fallen and a girl analyzed
Opinions disguised in search of the truth.
Late show is running, you better be fast!
A stumblin’ clown and a high degree host
Who turns to be closer to the nearest screen?
And who’ll be the winner in the self-portray scene?
I said, what’s going on and what is so new?
You screamed for help, bewildered by ambition
In fact, you surprised me with your walkin’ away
But nothing remained and nothing will change.
Chorus:
The path is so long, the river is deep
But soon you’ll be changing the side
The curtains are falling, the audience is gone
I think I’ll escape for a while.
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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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