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Smoke Signals
03:21
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Who we’re gonna blame,
who we’re gonna blame for (it)?
I feel badly ashamed,
I feel badly ashamed for the people I am surrounded by.
Where concrete is replacing woods and nature,
where street lights are replacing all the shining stars.
I believe, I see smoke signals that no one else can see.
If someone did create,
if someone did create it.
Then, who is allowed to change, rebuild or relocate it,
and who decides what stays untouched?
Where coastlines turn to plastic covered beaches,
where baneful fume is rising up into the sky.
I believe, I hear fire sirens that no one else perceives.
Don’t you think we go too far?
Is there anyone who trusts,
anyone who trusts us?
So, who is gonna stop,
who is gonna stop us from leaving footprints everywhere we go?
Where concrete is replacing hills and glaciers,
where mighty walls are taking every sunset view.
I can see, the world is crumbling into dust. You won’t believe.
Don’t you think we go too far?
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2. |
Tongue Tied
03:28
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A burning fire kept us warm,
a fire resistant to every storm,
but the flames weren’t meant to stay,
the heat ran cold, ash blew away.
And lovely words got pushed aside
while frustration came alive.
A distance came close,
oh, a distance so close to us.
All I know,
is that I don’t know,
if a heart is made for this
and how a broken one gets fixed.
All affection that just died,
left a mark of wasted time
and all the memories go astray,
all the memories of better days.
hopeful words get pushed aside,
you left the darkest spot inside.
A distance came close,
oh, a distance so close.
And at the point of no return,
realizing the lesson learned.
Start building bridges over gaps,
start to forgive and to forget.
Soon the darkest day alight,
will set the fire back inside.
But the distance stays close,
a distance so close to us.
All I know,
is that I don’t know,
if a heart is made for this
and how a broken one gets fixed.
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3. |
Dead Black
04:21
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There is a picture in my head and it won’t get off.
It’s the moment of her leaving, the moment she was setting off.
And it feels so hard to write these lines, but things just change from time to time,
I will never forget it, I hope she won’t regret it, regret it at all.
There is a sound stuck in my head and it won’t disappear.
When she closed the door the last time was her mind free of sorrow and fear?
I wish I’d be too young to understand, I wish my mind could comprehend.
I will never forget, but I need to carry on.
Oh, old man don’t lose any hope.
There are better days to come,
there are better days ahead.
Oh, old man don’t lose any hope.
There will be light streaming through dead black clouds,
after the storm a calm will spread.
When she closed the door the last time,
this house ceased to be a home.
Broken walls were getting closer, oxygen was fading away.
Oh, please don’t go astray.
Oh, old man don’t lose any hope.
There are better days to come,
there are better days ahead.
Oh, old man don’t lose any hope.
There will be light streaming through dead black clouds,
after the storm a calm will spread.
And nowadays it feels so right to type these lines,
that things just change from time to time.
And now you trust again, you share your love again,
just with someone else.
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4. |
What's The Point
03:39
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Oh, what’s the point of singing all these songs you’ve heard before.
Oh, what’s the point of writing all these stories you might ignore.
But I am scared to death to lose my voice and words,
as long as I got stories still to tell,
as long as I got songs left to sing as well.
I keep going on and will never quit or disappear.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like a lock without keys.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like sailing without seas.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like a cold without tea.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like a garden without trees,
like autumn without raking leaves.
Oh, what’s the point of writing tales that stay untold forever.
Oh, what’s the point of still singing songs that no one will remember.
But I am scared to death to lose my sense of hearing,
as long as there are songs left unheard,
as long as there is just a single word.
I keep going on and will never quit or disappear.
I keep going on and I will stop at nothing,
will never quit or flee or disappear.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like a lock without keys.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like sailing without seas.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like a cold without tea.
Oh, it wouldn’t be me,
like a garden without trees,
like autumn without raking leaves.
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5. |
Mostly Discoloured
04:30
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Take me to a place that no one knows,
where flowers grow on oceans’ coasts.
I’ll never know if I stay here forever.
Take me to a wild and unknown land
to come to rest where time is well spent.
I’ll never know if I stay here forever and ever.
One by one you ruin
the colors of our home,
once so beautiful.
The city turns to stone,
it’s losing all its tones,
once so colorful and treasured.
Take me to a town, where people welcome each other,
where all strangers are brothers. To a beautiful place,
which is free of hate, rage and envy.
Take me to a wild and unknown land
to come to rest where time is well spent.
I’ll never know if I stay here forever and ever.
Would you stay here forever?
One by one you ruin
the colors of our home
once so beautiful.
the city turns to stone,
it’s losing all its tones
once so colorful and treasured.
One by one, one by one.
Tthe city turns to stone,
it’s losing all its tones.
You’ve become such a fragile, broken thing.
Will your walls ever stop crumbling down?
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6. |
Start Searching
03:24
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We search in most distant places,
we search for light in the dark,
but what we don‘t understand is
that the light‘s not even so afar.
We are longing for great perfection,
for something full of deceit,
but what we need to conceive is,
we should start searching beneath our feet.
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7. |
Beneath Our Feet
03:56
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Never been a sailor,
I never crossed the ocean or the seven seas.
Never been a lawyer,
could never solve the problems that were caused by me.
Never been a painter,
but always tried to picture myself flawlessly.
Never been a writer,
all I write are sins and tragedies.
Never been a diver,
depth and darkness have always been a part of myself.
Have never been a miner,
The gold I found were sounds and melodies as well.
So, what is my vocation?
Should I change everything or nothing at all?
What is my vocation?
What’s the reason I grew up in this world.
Tell me what is life about.
Tell me, what we are searching for or do we have to search at all?
Tell me what is life about.
Tell me what we are running from and do we need to run at all?
Or remain the same?
So, what is my vocation?
Should I change everything or nothing at all?
What is my vocation?
What’s the reason I grew up in this world.
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8. |
Gold And Silver
04:51
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Flames are burning higher,
bridges break and fall,
baneful smoke is getting thicker,
can you see yourself at all?
Harm is getting worse,
wars are raging on.
Here it is, your wake-up call.
Can you hear my words at all?
Here it is, your wake-up call.
can you hear my voice at all?
Here it is, your wake-up call.
You just drowned,
All the gold and silver had lost all its worth,
like a black and white camera roll, we decolorize our earth.
is the world going to the dogs?
Please do tell me when our hearts have gone so blind,
we are chasing wolves from the door but keeping dogs inside.
Tell me are we of sound mind?
You just drowned,
you just drowned the optimist in me.
All the gold and silver had lost all its worth.
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9. |
Unwritten Letter
04:52
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I left my house, I was not here.
Strange things happen when protective light has disappeared.
The lack of brightness brings uncertainty, it’s true. It’s so true.
So, I returned, my throat got sore.
Found a piece of paper laying on the basement floor.
Familiar hand, familiar writing. I did receive a letter from my enemy.
my hands were shaking while trying to unfold (it.,
When silence came, the clock had stopped, the room was cold.
The lack of ease and comfort brings insecurity.
I tried to read aloud, but my voice was all gone,
had the time come to confess what in all my life went wrong?
Familiar hand, familiar writing. I did receive a letter from my better me.
You should stop being selfish,
give back what you‘ve taken.
Give back what you‘ve taken.
To find salvation, you are lost in booze,
forgot the words you said and things you did promise, too.
if you search for excuses, you will die alone.
Don’t tell your stories, just tell the truth.
You’ll become a lonesome man, if you will continue.
if you keep having secrets, you will die alone.
I woke up,
was drenched in sweat.
Was searching for excuses but should change instead.
Is a bad dream going to reshape myself?
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10. |
Like Ghosts
04:14
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All that remains
are pictures in frames
and how the room
was furnished before.
And all that surrounds
us are echoing sounds
of steps through pale
and empty rooms.
So funny how we disappear
to the ones we loved the most.
So funny how we disappear,
and how we are turning to ghosts.
We are like ghosts.
A deep, deep silence fell into these rooms.
I reckon that far away from our eyes means,
that we‘re far from our hearts, too.
And after all, the room is rearranged,
but the mess just stayed the same.
And after all, yes, I am not okay,
but I am on my way. I am on my way.
So funny how I disappear,
to the ones I loved the most.
So funny how I disappear,
and always turn into a ghost.
When my world turns upside down
and it spins my head around,
I‘d like to forget.
When it pulls me to the ground,
believe me, I am lost and not found.
I‘d like to forget.
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11. |
We Do Anyway
03:04
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Don’t swim out too far
and get lost in the dark.
Don’t swim out too far.
And don’t stay out at night,
it might get cold outside.
Don’t stay out at night.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
Don’t trust no one else,
don’t even trust yourself.
Don’t trust no one else,
But don’t break someone’s heart,
it might break into parts.
Don’t break someone’s heart.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We learn from our experiences,
we learn from our mistakes.
But thanks to mum and dad for,
for lighting up the way.
You lighted up the way.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
We do, we do, we do anyway.
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No King. No Crown. Dresden, Germany
No King. No Crown. is an Indie-Folk Project of three Dresden based musicians.
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