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TELLINīTHE WORLD
(Halsdorf)
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(aus der CD "OPPOSITES OF WHAT YOU FANCY" - 1995 !)
 
Last thing I remember,
I was bound to leave the stage
I had a cupful of black coffee
and a pocketful of rage
cause the stories they believed in
were the rumours of the brood
those that feed a morbid hunger
 of the whispering neighbourhood
 
Read their letters on the walls
of the wardrobe corridor
while my bodyguards were fighting
to escort me through the door
had to wrap my body into heaps
of blankets and disguise
while in my head a storm of thoughts
 was trying to find good alibies
 
I was just a nervous wreck,
since the riot of the pack
untied the noose around my neck,
 and the radio news are
telling the world that Iīm back,
telling the world that Iīm back
 
I was leafing through the news,
hoping to read some good critiques
always trying to ignore,
my private lifeīs been torn to bits
never hit the rumours in my life,
the bitches in my bed
didnīt mind to smoke good joints
instead of simple cigarettes
 
Then the stories they were spreading
met their envy right on time
suddenly I was the paragon
for bogeyman and crime
always walking up and down
between the ceiling and the floor
meanwhile the riff raff rose their fist
 and kept on bathing in my gore
 
I was just a nervous wreck ...
 
I got candy, full of poison,
saw them dancing on my grave
some wished to see me kill myself
 during the early morning shave
someone couldnīt even wait
and sent a ticking letter bomb
in my nightmares I could see
somebody pissing on my tomb
 
Days of hatred and depression,
houghts of guilt and suicide
they found nothing to discover,
there was nothing left to hide
and Iīve gotta keep on rocking,
o forget the things they said
but the wounds will never heal,
will keep on aching in my head
 
I was just a nervous wreck ...
 
WAITING
(Rossi / Halsdorf)
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 I was staring at the walls
I wanna know
is there another one whoīs weeping, too
waiting for a friendly call
Iīve got to grow
and wonder if this feelingīs really know
 
And so Iīm grieving through the day
and every night
empty rooms where I canīt fall asleep
and as the daylight fades away
I dim the light
no oneīd see me when I start to weep
 
The reason, finally found
is digging underground
what is my life about
when Iīm still waiting
I want the world to know
Iīm here to love, for sure
whoīs knocking at my door
while Iīm still waiting
(Iīm still waiting here for you,
so tell me what to do)
(Iīm still waiting for you)
 
Drowing in a sea of grief
and loneliness
sorrowīs always winning in the end
I have a lot of love to give
and tenderness
dropping through the fingers of my hand
 
Empty pillows on my bed
a lonely heart
leaves a kind of shiver on my skin
every dream Iīve ever had
broke apart
since I did allow it to begin
 
The reason, finally found ...
 
THE HEART RULED YOUR MIND
(Halsdorf)
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Wie konnte ich wissen - während ich die Lyrics für diesen Song geschrieben habe - dass genau dies mir immer und immer wieder passieren wird. Und es passierte mir nicht nur mit Musikern ...
 
Some people do believe in
some who seem to be strong
they even do believe in friends
 that finally leave them all alone
some people beat that rhythm
 some others love to hear
some even do refuse to talk
about the reasons for their fear
 
I had to learn some lessons,
some were quite hard to learn
Iīve learnt how to handle
 with those words that tell the truth and burn
I met a hundred faces,
that came and then turnt away
telling me that Iīm selfish
 cause Iīm hurting with the words I say
 
And so I tell you, it ainīt no use waiting
a sympathetic soul is hard to find
I have to say that it ainīt no use hoping
when you were sure,
your eyes canīt be so blind
then the heart ruled your mind
 
Some words were never spoken,
 other things said and done
we left the stage like friends
 and we were doing as if we had some fun
we sticked to our opinion,
 and beside the strifes we had
we still remember all those funny days
 and things we wonīt forget
 
And so I tell you, it ainīt no use waiting ...
 
LOVE`S A TENDER WAY TO HATE
(HTH/Halsdorf)
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Wenn du jemanden glücklich machen willst - liebe ihn. Wenn du ihm weh tun willst - verlasse ihn ...
 
If you wanna leave, leave tomorrow
drop your clothes, dim the light
stay another night
if you wanna leave, leave tomorrow
why have I to get through
and give you up for someone new
 
Mourning runs through my heart
like an arrow splits the wind
baring the state Iīm in
might games tore us apart
and we realized too late
loveīs just a tender way to hate
 
If you wanna leave, leave forever
I canīt help, but my heart wonīt break
my anger rises with every breath I take
if you wanna leave, leave forever
hell, go back to where youīre from
pack your things and leave me alone
 
Mourning ...
after all those promises made
loveīs just a tender way to hate
 
Love
 
If you wanna leave, leave your lover
I canīt guarantee, Iīll be under control
when heīs talking to me
if you wanna leave, leave your lover
Iīll be a human wreck, Iīll enjoy hear that sound
when Iīm breaking his neck
 
OVER MOUNTAINS, OVER SEAS
(Trzebanski/Halsdorf)
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Had a dream last night, whirling in my head
saw a million birds, yellow, green and red
dreamt I had a pair of wings, feathers in the sky
lots of small, amazing things, flying eye to eye
 
Over mountains, over seas
over forests, over fields
riding with the clouds,
blow away the grief and doubts
over mountains, over seas
through the valleys, full of peace
freedom in my heart, tearing cloudy thoughts apart
hover in the morning wind,
waiting as the day begins
for a breeze to take me home
so tell me why my heartīs aching
tell me why my heartīs breaking
tell me why my eyes blink
through sunbeams of an early morning
hiding in the shade of some wind-bended trees
 
At the break of dawn, a village in the haze
suddenly awake, tears upon my face
dreamt in company of whales, hear the seagulls cry
revel in new fairy tales, eagles passing by
 
Over mountains, over seas ...
 
But a dreamīs a dream, tempting, but untrue
so we keep on going to war, what else shall we do
 
COMFORT
(Halsdorf)
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Let me sit here for a while
you were talking in your sleep
woke you up and sent a smile
couldnīt bear to see you weep
 
You were hiding in my arms
thereīs no need to be afraid
life is full of many charms
Iīll keep the promise that I made
 
Whenever you will call and need a friend
Iīll be there to comfort and hold your hand
no matter what theyīll do or what theyīll say
Iīll be on your side, darling, come what may
 
Let me talk about the sun
that ainīt shining through your room
for itīs always on the run
in a race against the moon
 
You were hiding in your bed
when I heard you call my name
take a pillow, rest your head
my loveīs a never dying flame
 
Whenever you may call and need a friend ...
 
Let me talk about your life
youīre a young and restless heart
any anger, any strife
tears your inner poise apart
 
You were hiding in a dream
walled in awfull, heavy shades
when I came and heard you scream
pet your head ītil youīre awake
 
Whenever you may call and need a friend ...
 
DUST
(HTH/Halsdorf)
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Tuesday morning, six a.m.
again my eyes blink through the room
the walls, the floor, the same again
the cellīs emerging from the gloom
 
So many things beyond these walls
have lost their colour in my head
canīt bear my neighbourīs jokes at all
from dawn until I go to bed
 
Fog is blotting out the view
canīt see the forest anymore
so many faces that I knew
I wouldnīrecognize, for sure
 
Ainīt no more tears to wet my cheek
so long ago, Iīve lost my fear
I havenīt seen a smile for years
does it mean, day zeroīs near
 
Iīm on my way, back home
Iīm on my way, back home
and if I know one thing for sure
Iīm on my way, back home
(I wonīt go this way alone)
 
A hundred steps to reach the wall
where dandelion used to grow
canīt see the meadow anymore
backyardīs covered with new snow
 
The rattle of a bunch of keys
footfall echoes on the floor
may be the guard, may be the priest
whoīs approaching to my door
 
Iīm on my way, back home ...
 
Someone came to cut my hair
they wonīt allow a game of chance
timeīs come to chain me to the chair
to start my last electric dance
 
Some look away, some show their greed
canīt wait to see me burn in hell
donīt make confessions they donīt need
to burn my bones, how will they smell
 
Iīm on my way, back home ...
 
Wonīt there be someone, talking to me
to damp that fear I feel inside
those words of comfort, like in the movies
donīt shed a tear, but leave in pride
my feet are walking in white slippers
I want to die in my own shoes
this is the way for all the rippers
who kill and slaughter, there ainīt no ruth
can hear the priest, starting to whisper
some consolation, the gate to hell
ainīt got no brother, ainīt got no sister
I donīt salute, but listen well
 
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes ...
 
Iīm on my way, back home ...
 
SHE
(Trzebanski/Halsdorf)
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Dedicated to my ever lasting love ...
 
Canīt you feel her heat,
when sheīs walking through the room
strong men turn to weak,
when sheīs spreading her perfume
that certain kind of smell,
when she turns to close the door
is it really hard to tell
if sheīs the girl youīre looking for
 
You close your eyes
and feel her breeze
at this point of time you know,
 you canīt get no release
you smell her skin and see her eyes
at this point of time you know,
you canīt compromise
 
Canīt you see her hair 
thatīs waving in the wind
some kind of despair,
cause you know itīs a sin
she wears a golden ring
and an everlasting smile
sheīs got that kind of thing
 you might call serious, but wild
 
You close your eyes ...
 
Too many feelings,
but little love to share
so sheīs been walking,
as if she donīt care
too many warnings,
no danger to see
sheīs like an angel,
for you and for me
 
Canīt you see those tears,
running across her face
symbols for hard years,
mirrors of hard days
and in her shiny eyes,
grief is breaking through
you hear that she cries,
maybe sheīs waiting for you
 
You close your eyes ...
 
Too many feelings ...

 

 

To be continued ....

 

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