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Rearrange
05:57
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So we have to rearrange until tomorrow will be great. And if it’s much better today, it will never be too late for us and the things we’d like to do or to say. So let’s get it on. Let’s create our own fate. Yeah we have to rearrange. So we have to rearrange.
Break down, sit down, pour in some wine. Shine within your golden armor. Armor // Yeah we have to rearrange. Armor // So we have to rearrange.
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Turn Your Back On
04:15
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Are you ready to roll without precautionary will? It’s no use to break, it does not fulfill. When your day seems worn out, you need to be pure. Between morning and night there’s always some light, no average point. Come on, it’s always easier to watch all others breaking and see them struggling while they are mistaking.
They’re not alone, they’re not alone, they’re not alone…
We’re not alone, we’re not alone, we’re not alone…
It would be easier to turn around and then turn your back on shocking grounds. Turn your back on shocking grounds. It would be easier to turn around and then turn your back on shocking grounds, not amusing whereabouts.
If you feel like a pinball, throw in a coin and feel alive. It’s no use to moan, just enjoy the ride. When the day consumes most, you need to be aware: Between truth and ideal there’s always ordeal and always desire. Come on, it’s always easier to watch all others breaking and see them struggling while they are mistaking.
Oh, it would be easier to turn around and then turn your back on shocking grounds, not amusing whereabouts. Take a break, Misfortune, Palm Beach’s waiting for you, silly sausage, porcupine, rude princess. That undermines.
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Restless Legs
04:10
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Restless legs display ways to suffer. Will I run away? It doesn’t make it easier, we claim love. Scars on skin, where to start? But will one betray the trust? And all appears like dust, that means
the world to us.
Hey now, watch aloud. See, where our love is heading to. Solitaries in between, silently connected. Treasure boxes, we hide with pictures alive.
Paper sheets display we should live well. Will they remain without stains and cigarettes? We want peace. Sunny place, all we deserve. But will one betray the trust? And all appears like dust, that means the world to us.
Hey now, watch aloud. See, where our love is heading to. Solitaries in between, silently connected. Treasure boxes, we hide with pictures alive.
Hey now, watch aloud. See, where our love is heading to. Solitaries in between // Silence in the new // Silently connected // Silence in the blue // Treasure boxes // Searching for us // We hide with pictures alive.
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Supercounter
02:51
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Carpet, under the carpet it remains. Wild broken pieces shed and hidden. It’s the color red, the new blue instead. What’s in my mind is in your head.
A hornet bells like a stranger in a strange land. Can’t you follow the white flag? Come lay down your magnifier. It’s the fire in your head, what’s in my mind.
Supercounter
Outside borders, I’m on the borderline, switch in and out of your time. I’m caught, ...too cautious. It’s your fear of loss, what’s in my mind is in your head. In your head.
Supercounter
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Desire
03:47
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I still remember that day: You were standing there and explained something, that disappears right now. I was breathless ‘cause of your wise nature and due to your noticing eyes, I was like hypnotized, and then I don’t know maybe… Half of an age passes by. Half of an age passes by.
Since then I thought about you, often till late at night. I feel so damn attracted by you, thirsty for your touch. But when I’m with you, I cast down my eyes like you too, unable to admit desire for your love. This feels like… Half of an age passes by. Half of an age passes by. Man I don’t know you’re like thousand shots of hormones. You are just you, tell me, when will this dam break?
Oh I want to discover all your heart and body landscape. Let me caress your nape, let’s dive into desire for love… Half of an age passes by. Half of an age passes by. Man I don’t know you’re like thousand shots of hormones, You are just you, tell me, when will this dam break?
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Shapeshifter
04:38
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Give me light. This ain’t over. Want to make this a sacred ground, a place to stay, to rest and claim. For your kind shape shifting. Golden heart slightly harmed. Yours to hand over.
For your kind shape shifting.
Golden heart slightly harmed. Yours to hand over.
Give me light. This ain’t over. Want to make this a sacred ground. Give me light. For your kind shape shifting.
Golden heart slightly harmed. Yours to hand over. Golden heart.
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Dogshit
03:53
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I keeled over and slipped over dogshit, tossed my bag and hit my head. Few seconds before I saw some shaved eyebrows knocking on my minds door, asking only for attention. Oh I forgot to mention the perfect hips and lips made me take a sidestep. She was standing there, flat the poster also was and now...BAM!
20 years away I have sun-tanned skin, fiery eyes and the woods to roam in free, climbing jumping up the trees, making noise like a bee, noticing everything for itself, grabbing some self-made meal which is no big deal.
Fine lines when I look upon you. Your skin smells like prunes, and all my eyebrows are still there. So relieved you are still there.
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Fine
03:27
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You told me, the underground caught up your eye. That morning a ship sank Unalaska nearby. A lost cat’s picture shown over the articles and promotions in that magazine.
“Oh lord, what does this mean?” a little girl thought, standing beside her sister who died. And my friends feel swept over by Nordic flags while distortion overruns strings pretty fast.
While the sun burns skins somewhere but not here, a few thousand slaps in faces „occur“. On TV a nationwide known band plays folklore, and everything seems very fine. Do you want to know, too, what brings it on? To millions of lost souls everything seems very fine. Very fine. Very fine. Very very fine, yeah very.
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Scarface
03:06
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Scarface, look outside the window. The sun’s coming up. Your calling flew up on a high tree, you’d have to climb up. Ambitions you very well imagine stew in all your pockets. Your aces remain hidden.
I’d like to see you win.
You don’t want to. You don’t have to.
You don’t want to. You don’t need to.
Scarface, people all around you take off and you wonder how they manage filling their empty shells. Your mission doesn’t comply with feeding corporations shortchange of social bees you’re jibbing at. I’d like to see you win.
You don’t want to. You don’t have to.
You don’t want to. You don’t need to.
Diamond, diamond // You’re home in the clouds // Diamond in the rough // You’re home in the clouds // Diamond, diamond // At night in the dark, your light is shining bright // in the rough.
You don’t want to. You don’t have to. You don’t want to.
You don’t need to. You don’t want to. You don’t need to.
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10. |
No Surrender
03:32
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Now I know that I don’t know how to keep moving on. Stuck in a drain with heavy leather boots cuts to the chase, but I keep this smiling face, yeah. Crawling out of this mud but with a little smudge on my temple. Something starts to budge a little, and I won’t surrender.
I kept crying over spilt milk and tried to get blood from a stone,
but I won’t, no I won’t surrender, so I just don’t.
Distraction thrusts at me, I’m too far out of reach. Maybe what’s real, is that I can feel you but not me being your essential part. There’s no one to blame and maybe not worth to explain. Keep singing, don’t leave, don’t leave me, don’t leave me hang and I won’t surrender.
I kept crying over spilt milk and tried to get blood from a stone,
but I won’t, no I won’t surrender, so I just don’t.
I know what I want, it is all I can see in you and maybe what’s real,
is that I really like you, but not you being all that I want.
I kept crying over spilt milk and tried to get blood from a stone. Over. Spilt milk.
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Tigerrr
03:56
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Like a tiger in his cage running up and down, seething with rage behind these bars made of ideals, maintained by expectations.
I could rush them down, tear them to shreds, break on through and turn into myself. Turn into myself again.
And do you no harm. A cage can be convenient. And do you no harm.
A cage can be convenient.
Bit by bit, pieces of stone melt into lava pushing its way to the surface, so I can finally explode. I could rush on through, make a brand new start and turn into myself again. Turn into myself again
Well I guess, that’s how not very well adjusted people still can fit into society, as long as these outbursts don’t persist, and do you no harm. And do you no harm. A cage can be convenient. And do you no harm. A cage can be convenient.
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Dices And Arbitrations
03:31
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All those rolling dices knocking over hopes everybody has. There are hundred spices, many seconds of sudden beauty crushing down all misfortune, all calamities, all catastrophes, oh ...
Everybody lives to see. All those dices are for free.
Rolling dices, they release.
All those arbitrations knocking over firmness everybody claims. Plants still rise up on walls, slowly and born to do so, thriving around all coercion, all necessities, inevitabilities, oh...
Everybody lives to see. All those creepers are for free.
Climbing creepers, they release.
Misconceptions, all mistakes, all wrong ways, oh...
Everybody lives to see. All mistakes are not for free. All the ways indicate, they reflect a leitmotiv. They reflect a leitmotiv.
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13. |
Unusual Day
03:40
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Unusual day, nothing crosses my way. I reserved this invisible path. It corresponds to me. Besides everything’s bright, the colors are crystal-clear and nothing distracts me from going it.
There are no layers on my mind and the past lost its weight. And I think I’ve won some height. And my heart feels great, and my heart feels great.
Unusual day, self-consciousness without focus on me. I am therefore I know, left it all behind me. Unusual day, feels like breaking the waves. It lies in my hands, it always lies in my hands.
There are no layers on my mind and the past lost its weight. And I think I’ve won some height. And my heart feels great, and my heart feels great. Heart feels great, heart feels great.
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Vortex
06:19
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I’m sliding into your vortex. Can’t let me out, before I skid in.
You can’t let it go. I can’t see, my eyes are shut, my ears closed,
my heart barricaded, and my belly only was pure.
Until it falls apart into little pieces I loved so much and into others that completed us.
I’m sliding into your vortex. Can’t let me out, before I skid in.
You can’t let it go. I can’t see, my eyes are shut, my ears closed,
my heart barricaded, and my belly only was pure.
Until it falls apart into little pieces I loved so much and into others that completed us. The doors never closed but we wanted too much. Won’t let fear overflow me again like that.
Because I know love alone is the cure, it’s what makes us feel alive. Because I know love alone is the cure.
But you say, and it turns out like that, love shows in different colors and forms as long as someone cares, the patterns only reform. And when there is a light that never goes out, there’s a shade that surrounds. Trust allows truth, faith in someone allows love.
Until it falls apart into little pieces I loved so much and into others that completed us. The doors never closed but we wanted too much. Won’t let fear overflow me again like that.
Because I know love alone is the cure, it’s what makes us feel alive. Because I know love alone is the cure. Love alone is the cure, it’s what makes us feel alive. Love alone, love alone is the cure.
Because I know…
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15. |
Rearrange (Radio Edit)
04:11
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So we have to rearrange until tomorrow will be great. And if it’s much better today, it will never be too late for us and the things we’d like to do or to say. So let’s get it on. Let’s create our own fate. Yeah we have to rearrange. So we have to rearrange.
Break down, sit down, pour in some wine. Armor // Yeah we have to rearrange. Armor // So we have to rearrange.
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