LYRICS

CARRY ON

Every time I’m standing here In front of you, I’m full of fear I ask myself if this is right And does it have to be a fight. I don’t know why I’m doing this, but I only know it’s what I missed. I really don’t why I’m doing this but I do know it’s what I missed. Every time we are driving Remember the hours practicing Then thousand hours just waiting It seems as if I need drinking I don’t know why I’m doing this Hey tell me why I’m doing in this! I really don’t know why I’m doing this Hey tell me why I’m doing in this! We carry on and carry on, carry on as long as we can. We carry on and carry on, carry on and this will never change. This song is dedicated to the dedicated It’s for you Jane and John Doe. Every time I’m struggling If there is any sense in it I see a single light shining A very special happening The time when you said to me: Thanx for bringing Christmas time! I’ll never forget the time when you said to me: Thanx for bringing Christmas time!

MY AMERIKA

‘Bout the land of the free I was constantly dreaming ‘till I had to wake up and see a nightmare so suddenly. The land of the free turned out to be swampland. My mass hysteria – someone’s stolen my Amerika. From the day I was born one thing was leading. And this was Amerika, the rest was inferior. This was good, this was bad, yeah it was so easy – living in a black ‘n’ white world – no one’s gonna be disturbed. But the dream had an end and reality came back. And there ain’t no more black and there ain’t no more white, only grey. Where is my Amerika? Tell me where’s my Amerika! Gimme back my Amerika! Every move that I make; every step that I take can no longer be classified, ‘cause vanished has black ‘n’ white. Who can tell me the way in a world that is grey? Is there anyone out there with any clue how to go on? Where’s my America? Tell me where’s my Amerika! Gimme back my Amerika! Gimme back my Amerika! Gimme back the time! When there was still wrong and right. When there was still black and white. Now there’s only grey.

RADIO (to my dear song)

You got a hook, you got a verse, you got a story and a beat. And your groove makes me move, so what else do you need? Me and you have spent hours in the studio. So I hope that you’ll be on the radios. You’re coming straight from the heart you’re not an artificial fart. And I don’t care if they too do realize your flair. Me and you have spent hours in the studio. So I hope that you’ll be on the radios. I can only release you when you say, ‘It’s ok.” I can only release you when you say, “Get on stage.” I can only release you when you say, “It’s ok.” I can only release you when you say, “Don’t wanna stay.” ‘Cause then you are free. Maybe you’ll fail the test, ‘cause you are not the best. But you’ve got class, you’ve got style, so why not fuck the rest? You needed voice. I had no choice. I gave you mine. I hope that’s fine. But now it’s time to say good-bye.

SUN BURN MY FACE

Yeah it was for a time out. Yeah it was time to kill the doubts. It was the time for breaking out. We took the bus into the clouds. We overtook the chariot of Thor. But still we wanted more. We wanted all, wanted to grab life at its core. Alcohol and Rock’n’Roll, all my bros and tons of snow. This was fuel for my soul, this was like a heaven’s call. We left behind the everyday. And we moved in mysterious ways. Oh, so divine – one of the best times in my life. Sun burn my face! Sun burn my face! This could be life in eternity. Life’s what we celebrated. Party all night, party all day. We did it all, we didn’t play chess. That made the blood came out of my ass. Attention Bo is coming now! And Mozilla’s gonna wrestle you down. This was the crowd – we simply couldn’t stop to shout: Excellent! 100%! We gotta thank you for this time!

ROCK ’n’ ROLL

I believe in Rock ’n’ Roll! Rock ‘n’ Roll will save our souls tonight! Another day in paradise. Another place of hope. So many guys so different came here to join the show. We got the booze, we got no blues. We got the friends, we got the bands. We got no fights, we got the lights. We got the show, we got the flow! We sing out: I believe in Rock ’n’ Roll! Rock ‘n’ Roll will save our souls tonight! Another chance to say goodbye to all the things that suck. Let go of all our yesterdays, ‘cause now it’s time to rock.

WORK IT OUT

Who doesn’t know the days when one feels broken? Who’s never had the wish to fade away? When one can’t work it out. When one can’t work it out. When one can’t work it out – afraid. Who doesn’t know the days when one feels hopeless? Who’s never felt too weak to make it through the day? But we can work it out. Yeah we can work it out. Yeah we can work it out – someday. Yeah we can work it out; we can defeat our doubts. Yeah we can work it out. I do believe it. Baby, maybe I’m one in a million, you’re one in a million, but if we believe in, we can stop the grieve, ‘cause one in a million is never alone. Who doesn’t know the feeling that it’s over? Who’s never seen the earth and sky in grey? But we can work it out. Yeah we can work it out. Yeah we can work it out. – someday. Are you ready to give up? To give in to the hardest times in life? I’m sure that there’s someone somewhere Who can tell you where the light hides. So you can work it out. So you can work it out. Yeah you can work it out. – someday.

FALLING

Drilled for the idea that life on top is so much better. We raise our heads and try to climb up without a ladder. I must admit the view might be sublime. But when the eye gets used to it the beauty hides. So I am falling, falling down, hitting the ground, ‘cause falling is not a shame if you get up again. The life on top I know goes hand in hand with wind and loneliness. Accompanying adrenaline makes you forget ‘bout all the pain you feel. I must admit the feeling is sublime. But there’s an end to it ‘cause you can’t always rise. So I am falling, falling down, hitting the ground, ‘cause falling is not a shame if you get up again. I am falling, falling another 1000 times, ‘cause a mountain can’t exist without the valleys which upon it rests. And So I keep falling, falling down. I am falling to the ground. I am falling, falling down, But I won’t stay on the ground. Have you already found everything you were looking for? Or can you already see that even the highest is not high enough? Have you already found everything you were looking for? Or can you already see that you must join us in our flight? Then, let’s keep falling!

THE HATE LOVE SONG

This ain’t a love song. I hope it’s good though. Sorry guys if I disappoint you. But I can’t write another love song, As all the others that actually have no clue. I hate the love songs. I want to be clear. I cannot stand the sound of “I love you”. Heard it a thousand times; heard it too many times. They’ve lost their meaning – what do they mean to you? I love you baby, I love … Ain’t there more to say than “Heyheyhey, I love you babe!”? Then you should stop to write a song. I hate the love songs. I must admit it. And I am absolutely not ashamed. I hate the fans of these stupid love songs. I ask myself if they have lost their brains.

I HOPE YOU STAY

The good days come, the good days go. Once you are high, once you are low. This seems to be the flow. Once I am right, once I am wrong, But life goes on and I have one thing I am counting on. There’s one thing I am counting on! I hope you stay until the end. Yeah, I hope you stay until my bitter end. Some do need rain, some do need drought. Some do need meat, some need to talk. Physics’ gripper jaw. But I’m in you and you’re in me. And this is it, ‘cause you’re the only thing I really need. The only thing I really need! You are the one I’m never getting tired of. You are the one who keeps me off from going off. You are the one I definitely know I love. You are the one! You are the one! You are the one who turns the night into a dream. You are the one who let’s me know that I am real. You are the one who shows that I’m a human being. You are the one! You are the one!

BACK TO YOU

Drifted away from my source of sanity, didn’t find the way home. Something was pushing me. It kept me going on. Destination unknown. Wasted my time with so many stupid things that don’t mean anything. But then I found out that I will burn out if I don’t turn around. So I am on my way. Back to you, I’m going back to my roots. ‘cause music was my savior and I made it my master and the goal was changed into a tool. Let’s keep it simple. Let’s focus on the track. Keep in mind that there’s no lack. These are the moments. Working with my homies. Searching for the seconds when we feel free – the very special seconds we can’t keep.

IT’s ALRIGHT

I watch us talking all the time, but we don’t say anything. I watch us looking all the time, but we don’t see anything. I watch us acting all the time, but we don’t change anything. We are, we are, we are nothing. Guess it’s time to ask ourselves: Are we really machine heads? Are we really machines? We say it’s alright, it’s alright. We don’t need another enemy. Inside us. I watch us listening all the time, but we don’t hear anything. I watch us thinking all the time, but we don’t know anything. I watch us searching all the time, but we don’t find anything. We pray but we believe in nothing. Guess it’s time to ask ourselves: I watch us living all the time, but we don’t live for anything. I watch us fighting all the time, but we don’t know what we’re fighting for. I watch us loving all the time, but we say it’s chemistry. We are, we are, we are nothing. Guess it’s time to ask ourselves:

HOW CAN I HELP YOU?

I did all that I could and you know that I would if you asked for it do again all that shit. Hate a lot that we did, but you know I would do it again. There were times when we’re high, there were times when we’re low. I was close at your side, I never left you alone. And this way was okay, ‘cause this is what I would call a friend. But the times they did change and we two also changed. And I’m sorry ‘bout that, but I have to admit that the lives that we live are heading towards different directions. And it’s hard to see that. Yeah, it’s hard to look back to the times that we had, no it wasn’t always bad. But it cannot go on, ‘cause you’re the reason for my frustration. How can I help you? How can I know? Hey, fuck you! I don’t need you! How can I help you? The one to act is you! There were too many times when I got into fights, when you couldn’t give in, had to prove that you’d win. I am tired of it. I am tired of it in the end. Can’t you break and turn around? Can’t you stay on the ground? You say I’m doing wrong and I hope that I’m wrong. I can’t help you my friend. I’m sorry, I can’t help you again. It is hard to see that, yeah it’s hard to look back to the times that we had, no it wasn’t always bad. But it cannot go on. From now on you’re alone!

The Y

Guys I’m sorry but I think that we’ve become lazy. We’re too lazy to question and this makes me worry. Have you never heard that a stop leads to regression? A regression that drives us away from our destination. We say 1 plus 1 is 2 plus 2 is 4 plus 1 is 5 and 5 plus 5 is ten there’s no end have you ever asked yourself the Y? You must not be shy, you must ask the Y! Maybe they ain’t right. Be sure not to blind your own mind, to blind your own mind, mind the Y! I do not believe that the way how it is is the must be. I do not believe that we’ve already reached the highest peak. Otherwise we would already live in utopia. In a place full of joy and we all singing gloria. We say 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 and 11 12, 13, 14 endless counting. Ever asked yourself the Y?

HITSONG

I am in search of a hit song We desperately need one – so hard. There’s a place in L.A. waiting for my crib to be built, but so far I cannot pay the bill. A big garage, 100 cars and 50 bikes waiting inside, Global warming? I don’t care – I got the flair. And I must break with all my friends, ‘cause I’ll buy fans and some new pals, who are really worthy to be with me. There’s a place in L.A. full of brainless, big-boobed chicks – waiting for the golden dick. And when they smile I make them cry, simply because I like to fight. I’m the money – I’m the law. And I must forget all the misery on this globe, ‘cause I’m a star and stars fake hope.

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