UNRELEASED SONGS 2008 – LYRICS
 
FUCK YOU, FIGHT, SHOOT

How can we be so blind – in a dead end?
the asthetics of feeling it – it was in our hands…
but it left us bared and naked - unspeakable numb
and it stays a closed book to us
we might be past the point of much debating the wisdom of our moves
it is the spirit of our time to walk on by the polyline
but what´s still needed is a perfect design
NEEDLESS TO SAY WHAT LIES BEHIND THIS
ARE THE LIES OF OUR EYES …to infiltrate our simple minds
Remember what we ´ve been told once – it´s still inherent
Find beauty in what you see – by not being unreal
“act” to express yourself? – recalling your “sins”
not in this “promised land”…
special moves to represent – black eye-lined – what´s meant?
Without you no need to express “myselves”!
Dance, dance, to express yourself! Dance to express yourself!
…to infiltrate our simple minds
NEEDLESS TO SAY WHAT LIES BEHIND THIS
ARE THE LIES OF OUR EYES
These are the lies
Hands are our instruments – rape myself by abusing them!
Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! - it was in our hands
Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! - so foolishly wrong
Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! – “Dance, dance, to express yourself!
Fuck you, fight, shoot, shoot! – Without you…

24 HOURS (HORTUS CONCLUSUS
)

Don´t want to stay recruited
I´d like to reconsile with the foreign me inside
Don´t want to be your tourist, but I can´t free myself from sophisticated mind
My desire for an authentic meaning let me research my own inequality
THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK
GET TO THE MARGIN AND ENJOY CHEAP TOURIST LAND
DIG YOURSELF INTO THE SAND
THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK
GRAB THEM AT THEIR HIPS AND TASTE THE SALT ON SWOLLEN LIPS
TO ENJOY YOUR 24 HOURS ERECTION
Don´t want to stay recruited
To play the citizen of a two hundred year old game
Are caught in a trap? Are we following a recruitment of the worlds inhabitants?
The worst ingredient!
THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK
GET TO THE MARGIN AND ENJOY CHEAP TOURIST LAND
DIG YOURSELF INTO THE SAND
THANKS FOR EDEN – EARTH IS STILL A DISK
GRAB THEM AT THEIR HIPS AND TASTE THE SALT ON SWOLLEN LIPS
TO ENJOY THE SAME! WE ENJOY THE SAME!
WE ARE ALL THE SAME!
Dig yourself into the sand – Come enjoy cheap tourist land!

I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE

all social ranks – imbalanced and dead-locked
do you agree it´s all in line? of course not…
I wrote this song before – but I picked up my words with way more care – to pretend that i´m your friend
So Is this just a new attempt to shape the common argument by your favorite interest group? At one fell swoop?
I wrote this song before – but I picked up my words with way more care
BUT HERE IT COMES: I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE
BUT ALL THE MORE, I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE
Mass movement – as a pre-requisite?
Or is it just a trojan horse packed in a quantum leap?
It´s your choice – but it´s still our own decision to speak our minds, why should we subscribe to all your views?
BUT HERE IT COMES: I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE
BUT ALL THE MORE I PICKED MY WORDS WITH WAY MORE CARE
SO BE AWARE: LET´S INFILTRATE THIS CONSPIRACY!
COME ON FOLLOW ME: TO ESCAPE THE FATE OF ALL SPIES
The action lies: Join our one-way-flight in the face of logic
we won´t pay the piper but you still call the tune!
This story for reflection – please be my guest
Misdirected charity – incorrectly addressed
Minor defects getting cloned and manifold increased
invisibly to the untrained eye and highly uncompressed
I WROTE THIS SONG BEFORE…


THE SOMNILOQUIST – a pull the plug scenario?

This day of reckoning – is it all just theory?
The more and more I agonize, my common sense keeps telling me:
This pull the plug scenario is brewing inside me
not realized, not utilized, a dearly purchased victory.
The shark-ethic prevails: eat the wounded, play it safe
But since my early days I usually dig my own graves
at least one nice relict from infancy…
CAUSE I WILL FOOL MYSELF!
IF I AM ABLE TO FOOL MYSELF I MIGHT FOOL EVERYBODY ELSE
I AM ABLE TO FOOL MYSELF I WILL FOOL EVERYBODY ELSE
Error and omission – I was swayed by a dream
This near-life experience has taught me one last thing:
Motion means been driven, if you know what I mean
Double-stitched and framed, ´cause deadlock means a sin
But then I locked this dream away again and saw rays of hope in between
Not by a long shot – I will overcome this extreme
at least one nice relict from infancy…