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We’ve Only 2 Channels (And There Is Nothing On)
I’ve got a big old house on Swimming Pool Road
Got so many things but the one thing I forgot
Bought the most up to date colour tv set
No satellite dish, it was impossible to pay.
When I’m home alone and my baby’s gone
I wanna see some film and switch the tv on
Just a talk-show running and the boredom’s coming
This is state-owned high-standard tv-scream adaption.
Well, these 2 damn channels cost me sleepless nights
With my baby we always get the channel-fights
She wants to see the arts, I wanna see some sports
The same sad question: “Baby should we get divorced?”
But before our endless love breaks by a tv set
We should talk it over one more time in bed
And after many hours, we come to a solution
That state-owned tv is a serious pollution.
Chorus
We’ve only 2 channels and there’s nothing on!
We’ve only 2 channels and there’s nothing on!
We’ve only 2 channels and there’s nothing on!
Every night!
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Where do you want me to go
Where do you want me to go?
Where do you want me to go?
Where do you want me to go?
Where do you want me to be?
Where do you want me to be?
Where do you want me to be?
Where do you want me to stay?
Where do you want me to stay?
Where do you want me to stay?
Where do you want me to hide?
Where do you want me to hide?
Where do you want me to hide?
Why do you make me sad?
Why do you make me sad?
Why do you make me sad?
Why do you want me to cry?
Why do you want me to cry?
Why do you want me to cry?
Chorus:
I know that you’re so far away
I know that you’re so far away
I know that you’re so far away
Where do you want me to go?
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Walden Pond
05:06
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Walden Pond
Well the night’s fallin’ in so slowly
There’s a heart pounding wild and so strong
You’re sending out for smiles
Or maybe even more
You’d like to speak, it’s strange, but you just can’t.
See the trees loose their green and now they’re coloured
You’ve been running all day and you just couldn’t perceive
Ideas are filling the air
What are you trying to say?
What are you trying to find or hoping to see?
In the backstreets of a fast movin’ town
Where hearts are buried right before they’re grown
Where love is traded for dreams
Or for a vacant place
You’re looking for someone who’s really there.
Well the night’s fallin’ in so slowly
There’s a heart pounding wild and so strong
You’re sending out for smiles
Or maybe even more
You’d like to speak, it’s strange, but you just can’t.
Chorus Meet me tonight at Walden Pond
Meet me tonight under the stars
Meet me tonight wherever you like
But please meet me tonight.
Meet me tonight at the gas station
Meet me tonight at the library
Meet me tonight, wherever you like
But please meet me tonight.
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Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go
Well you’ve got something in your head
And you’ve got something to say
Well don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Well don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Well I see flowers in your arms
And a smile in your heart
Well don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Well don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Well I know, it’s really late
And the night is kind of dark
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
There’s lots of things to dream
And lots of things to lose
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
You’ve got something sweet to give
Remember what it was
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Have you checked your emails
And have you paid all your bills
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
Don’t forget to tell her that you gotta go!
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Those nights were long ago
Those nights were long ago
Those nights were long ago
Those nights were glad to be free
Those nights were free.
In the morning I went away
In the morning I went away
I know I made you sad
You were so sad.
I know, I did something wrong
I know I did something wrong
I should have known before
God, I should have known.
You said, I was different that night
You said that I was different that night
You said it so silently
But I know, you meant it to me.
I wonder where you are these days
I wonder where you are these days
I wonder where you're sticking around
And if you're happy at all.
Those nights were long ago
Those nights were long ago
Those nights were glad to be free
Those nights were free.
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Life Vest
06:36
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Life Vest
There’s lighthouses and harbours
and there is custom love.
There’s nothing but the iron,
and the wire around your heart.
Where is all the good stuff,
And where is all the real?
Where are all the stores
To provide you with what you with what you need?
Where are all the parties,
to invite you to stay long?
Where are all the dark nights,
With all the hidden smiles?
There are many drinks to share,
Different ones with different colours.
There are many songs to hear,
To sing and to discuss.
Where is all the loving,
Where has it gone?
Where is all the happiness,
The fire and the storm?
There are many clouds around
Fog instead of sun.
There are many waves to break,
Ships that won’t slow down.
Chorus
Throw me a life vest,
So I can jump into that river
To find maybe the things that I have lost.
Cause I can’t see them anywhere,
But I’ve been looking all around.
Lend me a life vest or a hand.
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Sad Land
04:07
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Sad Land
There’s a land where you were born
There’s a land where you grew up
There’s a land where you’ve been wandering long ago.
Once deprived from all this wandering
On this carpet full of mud
If you look between the curtain you will see.
Never say what you have witnessed
Never say what you have seen
It’s a story someone else will write for you.
There’s a windy thought at night
Conversations in the dark
There’s a tension in the basement of your home.
There’s the father and the bride
They are dancing really slow
She will teach him how to cheat and to betray.
There are girls in sleeveless shirts
Texting lyrics in their phones
Sending letters to the men they’ll never know.
Chorus
Sad land, sad land, my home is just sad land.
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Chained
04:02
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Chained
I was scared and you were scared
We were scared those days
I was running and you were running
We were running around behind.
In a little garden of red, red roses
We saw happiness go by
We were playing with an iron fence
We were searching excuse.
You’ve got shiny, blowing hair
What would you say, if I flirt?
You said, you’d like a little kiss
‘cause you came a long, long way.
In a playground on the side of the street you would smile
You would give your love
And if you planned to go away
Well you can go away.
Like a beaver without teeth
Like a fashion wind
Concerned with running, hiding and stumbling
Trying to get away.
I was chained and you were chained
We were chained those days
We were chained those days
We were chained those days.
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Totally Blind
05:40
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Totally Blind
I told you a story once about a tree
About the moon and stars as well
I told you things about the brain
About the dreams and conscious, too.
Ch: How can you be so totally blind?
How can you be so totally blind?
You never ask questions, you are just blind.
How can you be so totally blind?
I saw things and love affairs
Saw the wilderness and didn’t care
I saw all kinds of persons, too
But I don’t remember seeing you.
Ch: How can you be so totally blind?
How can you be so totally blind?
You never open your eyes, you are just blind.
How can you be so totally blind?
I was running from town to town
Well you can say, I came around.
But have I seen, what I came to find?
Or was I running while being blind?
Ch: How can you be so totally blind?
How can you be so totally blind?
You never are curious, you are just blind.
How can you be so totally blind?
And in the streets of a little village
With wind and rain and fainting lights
There was this dog that told me “Son,
You never arrive but you always run!”
Ch: How can you be so totally blind?
How can you be so totally blind?
You never wanna know, you are just blind.
How can you be so totally blind?
There was this night and a lot of playing
So many words, without any saying.
The ashamed full moon seeing it all,
Someone had to be hurt and someone to fall.
Ch: How can you be so totally blind?
How can you be so totally blind?
You don’t understand, you are just blind.
How can you be so totally blind?
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How Do You Do
03:40
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How Do You Do
In vibrant cities and dark ghost towns
on haunting streets and silent bars,
you turning round and shaking hands.
How do you do, how do you do?
Where do you think that you can go these days?
Where can you stay or try to hide?
Where is this place you always hoped to go?
How do you do, how do you do?
In lonesome shadows, lonesome moves to go,
lonesome homes and lonesome paths,
but still you keep your little role to play.
How do you do, how do you do?
And if you know that someone’s holding you,
someone’s there and not to leave.
Then you can be just like yourself.
How do you do, how do you do?
Now you pretend you got some love to give
you got some home to share,
in a position, where you can say:
How do you do, how do you do?
Just like a raven that’s talking loud
talking much, not much to say.
You gotta look, where you gonna stay.
How do you do, how do you do?
If you float along that river valley
around that island that you were dreaming of,
then you can ask or you can shout:
How do you do, how do you?
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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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