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Invisible
04:32
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Invisible
And everyone says no
And everyone says no
When you want to go
I am invisible
I am invisible
I’m a grain of dust
I am invisible
I am invisible
With a body of rust
I had a dream
This long weary dream
Abandoned by reason
This long weary dream
Until I feel out of ...
Out of my bed
A little sad
But awake
And the traffic lights
turned green
It’s tough to hold your head high
It’s tough not to sigh
when all the doors stay closed
I feel comatose
Acceleration and distress
I have to confess
Life is using filters
It’s a test of time
It’s like driving a Porsche
But you can’t run the red lights,
that are paving your way,
which is the only way
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2. |
The Admiral
04:36
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The Admiral
In the heart of the metropolis
he is standing tight and proud
Came to kill, came to fight
But doesn’t know
what these fight are all about
Nobody seems to notice him
In the metropolis
Trying to win
an ancient battle
from another time
The admiral
in the moonshine
In the roundabout
amidst the cars
He stands for values, that are old
Came to shoot, came to yell
And to do what he’s been told
Where are the soldiers
The soldiers tall and brave
It seems like someone sent them home
Where are the guns
The guns to rule the world
It seems like they’re not built anymore
The admiral, the admiral
Fallen out of time
Stranded at the wrong place
The admiral, the admiral
Can someone send him back
Cause this is not a time for war
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3. |
Dark Clouds Over London
04:32
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Dark Clouds Over London
It seems like we lost connection
(The clouds are still gathering)
In times of rejection
Retreat and abjection
(The clouds are still gathering)
Reason got lost in election
You see the fireworks on TV
This show for the millions
Where’s the exit of this misery
A TV choreography
Everyone’s fighting for themselves
(The clouds are still gathering)
We strengthen the borders
Leaders and followers
(The clouds are still gathering)
A new kind of order
Dark clouds over London
in the bustle of the city
we got lost
Forsaken but pretty
Dark clouds over London
In this atmosphere of sweet decline
We feel fine
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4. |
Wanderlust
04:32
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Wanderlust
Where nothing matters anymore
Travelling with no aim
Across the roads of no man’s land
Deep inside there is a flame
In my dreams I build some houses
With notions free I try
And cities and countries
Built the skyline too high
But I stay here
On my own
I stay here
all alone
Where the waters kiss the shore
and sunshine paints the sky
This memorable blue
It forms the perfect view
Fly with the swallows high
Across fields of puppies drowned in red
When I think of this place
It makes me kind of sad
I dream of foreign lands
Far away, torn apart
I dream of foreign lands
In wanderlust I lost my heart
Sometimes I miss these foreign lands
Would like to travel far
A cure for loneliness
as wanderers we are
In many ways been searching
for some deliverance
In wanderlust I lost my heart
In wanderlust been torn apart
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5. |
Leave No Fear
04:51
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Leave No Fear
On the edge to something new
Just a little step more
Enjoy the perfect view
The other world I adore
Alienate
Isolate
Emigrate
A peaceful state
You’re my soul mate
Departing silently
Naked and alone
With a little delight
Into the unknown
I said I need to go away
But soon I will come back
What am I supposed to say
to get it back on track
A needle in the hay you are
In darkest skies the brightest star
It’s hurting but it is okay
It’s just that I can’t stay
I said I need to go away
and know I won’t come back
There’s nothing else to say
We can’t get back on track
So wonderful you are
In darkest skies the brightest star
It’s hurting and it’s not okay
On this darkest day
Take the sorrows away
Leave no fear
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6. |
Cardboard Cities
03:41
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Cardboard Cities
Fear on the screens
Fear magazines
Leads the minds of men
into obedience
We’re going down the drain
Disdain
The brains plain
It drives me insane
What a silly game
It’s an outlet of frustration
Black vs. white
White vs. black
A divided nation
It’s a weird sound
The trumpet plays
The orchestra of war
The propaganda hound
A divided nation
Dope for society
No sobriety
Just bank accounts
Divide and conquer
The stupid are proud
Cheeky and loud
A winter in mind
Obedient and blind
It drives me insane
What a silly game
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7. |
Algorithm
04:05
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Algorithm
I follow the timeline
like a rat in a cage
A brief stimulation
and I want some more
Not enough attention
I’m in love with a fake
Revealing the secrets
and beg for some more
For some virtual fame
I’d do anything
I’d do anything to get
a little bit more
It’s never enough
Now I’d do anything
Revealing everything
for the fame I adore
I’m more than a number
I’m more than a code
In the algorithm
I’m not just a zero
I’m not just a one
In the algorithm
I’ve been sleeping for years
How could I not see you
Everything just disappeared
The rats went out of town
It’s hashtag loneliness
How could everything go down the drain
Can you help me out of this misery
and lead me back to life
Can you help me out of this frame of mind
help me to see the little things
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Hologram
04:22
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Hologram
A witness of time
A walking tree
Out of sync, but always on track
Memories alive in an empty shell
In a pale lighting
The mirror image today looks strange
A light bulb, that we cannot change
Bring back the halcyon days
With a simple melody
Bring back the halcyon days
Bring back the joys, a remedy
Will you remember me with a photography
Or in the rhythm of my songs
What remains when all the copies of the songs
are deleted and ruined
Will you complain
Tell me, will you complain
And in a hologram one day
I’ll return to you
With the past in my suitcase
when life is bitter and blue
And in a hologram one day
I’ll return to you
With some happiness inside
In my holographic light
No more funeral pyres
No more solitudes choirs
No more trivial talks
Set the past on fire
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9. |
Birdsong
03:20
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Birdsong
It is a bird
that cannot sing no more
Nobody listens, listens anymore
Sits on a fragile branch
Stares into the leaves
Nobody listens, listens anymore
It is a bird, it is a bird
that cannot sing no more
Without confession
It is a bird, it is a bird
that forgot to sing
In Stille, im Vergessen
It’s lost in anonymity
Another nightingale just, pale
Caught in a silent symphony
Yearns for times of infancy
It is a bird, it has to sing
Until the death bells rings
It is a bird, the mutest one
you‘ve ever heard
Unendlich leise und verstört
So full of yearning
But up here it’s very quiet
Loves a melody
in a song, in a song
It is a bird, it is a bird
that cannot sing no more
Lost in repression
It is a bird, it is a bird
that cannot sing no more
In Wipfeln vergessen
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10. |
Marihuana Kid
03:45
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Marihuana Kid
He is singing with the trains
Early morning they pass by
As he awakes from restless dreams
In a barren bed, this guy
He’s a lonely wanderer
Who needs the smell of gasoline
A junky, a beggar
The youngest one you've ever seen
A big city dandy
A marihuana kid
Sleeps under the bridge
to dies each night a bit
An orphan without family
Who owns a backpack just
Grew up in a small town, bored
There’s no one he can trust
He hates humiliation
Needs some sensation
A marihuana kid
A marihuana king
A big city dandy
A marihuana kid
Wants to be a star
But all the dreams are far
A big city dandy
A marihuana kid
Tries to be someone
In the suburban slums
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11. |
This House Of Sadness
04:15
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This House Of Sadness
Fragile and broken
There’s something wrong
It’s like a wall around us
Up to the skies
Tragic unspoken
Sadness engrained
I get too big for these boots
Feeling lost, without roots
Taken away in the blink of an eye
Silence remains, no goodbye
Taken away, they say he found peace
In this house of sadness we hope for release
Fragile and broken
The lunatic’s strong
We’re climbing the stairs to heaven
But it’s taking long
I smile all the time
To hide the grief, what’s truth
God just give me sign
For a little relief
We could be gone in the blink of an eye
After the years remains just a sigh
We could be gone, tomorrow be free
And this house of sadness is our destiny
The world falls apart in the blink of an eye
And all of sudden God’s children ask why
The world falls apart, nothing to hold on to
And this house of sadness explodes, too
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The Halo Trees Berlin, Germany
The Halo Trees, that’s deep, melancholic music with plenty of room for the voice and handmade instrumentation. A comforting sound universe, inspired by David Bowie, Editors, Mark Lanegan, The National or Nick Cave. A mixture of indie-rock, pop, wave and post-rock with many tom-toms, melodic basslines, atmospheric guitars, catchy violin and sonorous, warm vocals. ... more
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