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Rainmaker - Abolish
02:21
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but i woke up next to you the other day
and nothing was the same,
somehow nothing's ever changed
so i have to ask this once again:
"is there a point in composing depressing refrains?"
and i know you would say:
"yes,my dear,otherwise there's a big chance
we'll go completly insane"
who would frame the lives of these kids without fate?
who would hum a song about love,life,trust and faith
when we all just can't relate?
this is getting so nostalgic
who are we supposed to be?
we are all we left here-
a remixed version of our tragedy
hollowness is dripping as the clock counts
my myriad late night fights
seconds became decades,thanks for this plague
you say we can't understand
and here's our shallow end
i am truly fucked to hell
it's desperate,it became counterfeit
and it's the biggest non-sense
this is the most severe that we felt
this is my hands shredding through our chests
to skin the love from our hearts
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Øjne - Sotto I Tigli
04:47
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Negli ultimi sedici mesi
avrò vissuto tre vite diverse,
tutte nello stesso momento
e ho perso più tempo a chiedermi
quale fosse la più importante,
che a viverle veramente.
Almeno una.
E cosa resta di Gennaio?
Oggi che è Primavera
tengo quei giorni in tasca,
perché se ho ancora qualcosa da salvare
è il momento in cui tutto aveva un senso.
Il primo giorno dell'anno,
quando mi sono svegliato,
ero in un posto nuovo,
che non avevo mai visto:
la camera di qualcuno
che era in vacanza altrove;
foto di gruppo appese al muro,
era già pomeriggio inoltrato.
Ed ho immaginato
che in quelle foto ci fossi io.
Più tardi quel giorno
abbiamo camminato
finché i palazzi anonimi
hanno iniziato a diventare familiari.
Sotto i tigli ho trovato,
tra petardi inesplosi e ricordi
tutte le parti migliori di me
unite da un unico filo
non più così sottile
che ora riesco a vedere
e in cui non inciampo più.
E non è il tuo nome che ho scritto
su un soffitto di legno ad Hannover
e abbiamo dormito per terra,
abbiamo passato il confine,
abbiamo giocato a Tetris
con tutte le nostre cose,
e in viaggio tra due città
era come se fossimo già arrivati.
E nel viaggio di ritorno
abbiamo visto l'oceano,
sapevamo che era solo il cielo,
ma vogliamo aver visto l'oceano.
Quando il sole è nascosto
e la strada è in discesa
ogni nuvola è una spiaggia
e ogni spiaggia è vuota.
Nessuno verrà a disturbare.
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UNDER THE LIME TREES
Over the past sixteen months
I must have lived at least three different lives,
all at the same time,
and I've spent more time wondering
which one was most important
than actually living them.
At least one.
And what's left of January?
Now that it's spring
I keep those days in my pocket,
because if I still have something to save
it's the moment when everything made sense.
The first day of the year
when I woke up
I was in a new place,
one I had never seen before:
the bedroom of someone
who was on vacation somewhere else;
group pictures hanging on the wall,
it was already late afternoon.
And I imagined myself in all of those pictures.
Later that day
we walked
until the anonymous buildings
started to become familiar.
Under the lime trees I've found,
between unexploded firecrackers and memories,
all the best parts of me
connected by one single wire
that's not so thin anymore
so now I can see it
and I don't stumble on it anymore.
And it's not your name I wrote
on a wooden ceiling in Hannover,
and we slept on the floor,
we crossed the border,
we played Tetris
with all of our things,
and traveling between two cities,
it felt like we had already arrived.
And on the road back home
we saw the ocean,
we knew it was just the sky,
but we want to believe we saw the ocean.
When the sun is hidden
and the road is downhill
every cloud is a beach
and every beach is empty.
No one will come to disturb us.
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4. |
52 Hertz - Purr
03:12
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It was hard to leave the place i grew up in.
But it feels good being able to live my own life.
It is great to have a place i can return to,
when my own life crashes down on me.
There are four persons who always have my back
and to whom I can look forward to.
But each time I leave them I'm scared,
that I might just come upon three persons on my return.
Cause cats don't live as long as desired.
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Confined to the depths of the room in my chest,
Where no sound escapes and no light exists
As I watch myself sleep from above,
Just a fraction of who I thought I was
Walk through the walls to your room
Just to tell you that letting go has never been my thing
Take back everything I've ever done,
Close my eyes and dream until I'm gone
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funktionieren ist was anderes das war bei uns schon immer so und trotzdem...ich weiß nicht schaust du dir noch die bilder an wie immer auf der treppe und dann drüber reden was wir so verpasst haben
da ist kein duft mehr kein bisschen wärme nicht mal farbe an der wand was ist mit uns passiert das es nicht einmal mehr reicht für ein betrunkenes "hab dich gern" du fliegst irgendwo da oben und da oben gibts nur dich dieser hund da in der gosse der im dreck wühlt das bin ich also merk ich dieser karren kommt so schnell nicht aus dem graben das mir zwischen tür und angel nurnoch bleibt dir tschüss zu sagen und all die dummen fragen "keine sorge, mir gehts gut" doch zu merken wies mir echt geht fehlt die stärke fehlt der mut dazu noch keine ahnung wo und wie hier licht an geht also tappt man dann im dunkeln bis man es versteht da am himmel scheint jetzt nachts überhaupt nichts mehr für uns welcher idiot hat eigentlich gesagt das am ende alles gut wird man verliert etwas am schnellsten wenn man es am meisten will
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7. |
Yon - Growing Old
05:55
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i wake up.
through my closed eyelids i can feel this sterile light.
a vision of hell painted in flawless white.
i open my eyes and get ready to die.
in my mind i'm finished with this world.
my body's welking away.
but they won't let me go.
and if i become one million years.
there's no life to live inside those walls.
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8. |
Grand Griffon - Fonx
01:59
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Doch im Märchen
Haben wir doch was verloren
Kann nicht genau sagen wann
haben wir uns verloren?
Ich weiß nicht, ob du dich dran erinnerst
Ich glaub' nicht, dass du's so siehst wie ich
Wenn du sagst, du könntest heute darüber lachen
macht mich das traurig
Doch im Märchen
Haben wir doch was verloren
Kann nicht genau sagen wann
haben wir die Unschuld verloren?
Nichts was war wacht auf
Wie's mal gewesen ist
Wie's mal gewesen ist
Ich glaube, dass wir schonmal näher dran waren
Ich glaube, wir wussten worum's geht
Ich merke, wie weit wir davon entfernt sind
Ich kann uns kaum noch sehen
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Samma sak varje gång vi ses och däremellan en evighet. Du och jag.
Du och jag betyder mycket för varann, men jag vill ha så mycket mera men det är nåt du inte kan ge mig. Vad gör vi för fel?
Vad gör vi med alla känslor som finns kvar? För varje gång vi träffas, du river ner mina försvar. Som om de fanns, någonsin, för dig.
Den första gången som jag pratade med dig, jag fatta inte riktigt men det hände nåt med mig. Och varje gång, är samma sak.
Du är en våg som sköljer över mig, vilse i ditt vatten, förlorar mig i dig.
Du är en vind, som blåser mig bort. Det finns inga barriärer, du har rivit ner mitt fort.
Det finns stunder som jag önskar att jag aldrig träffat dig, men all glädje, alla sorger, det är det som formar mig. Hur kan jag glömma? Varför glömma?
Du är ett regn som faller över mig, vilse i ditt vatten, förlorar mig i dig.
Du är en storm, som blåser mig bort. Det finns inga barriärer, du har rivit ner mitt fort.
Du är en eld som brinner inom mig och även om du värmer, så förgör du också mig.
Du är en sol och när jag kommer nära dig, då lossnar mina vingar, då faller jag för dig.
Du är en konversation jag önskar aldrig tog slut.
Du är en våg. Du är en vind. Du är ett regn. Du är en storm.
Du är en eld som brinner inom mig och även om du värmer, så förgör du också mig.
Du är en sol och när jag kommer nära dig, då lossnar mina vingar, då faller jag för dig.
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Shirokuma - Stranded
02:15
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this aint
what i thought it would be
these moments, the secrets, our fucking shameless ways
is this what we are supposed to do?
have we started counting off the days?
is this what we are supposed to do?
just look what we have become
"lets hope this isnt our last stand, all false promises you made"
are we done for it?
have we started counting off the days now?
are we in it for counting?
does it really matter anymore?
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Dearest - Listen
03:25
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Every reason why we cry
Is another proof that we are alive
Every reason why we smile
Is worth the waiting even through bad times
Even if you fall
Somebody is there to catch you
Even if you shout
Somebody will listen to your wounds
Every smile you share
Can warm another humans heart
Every hug you give
Can save someone from the dark
You´re not alone
Someone else knows how you feel
The scars of the past are part of you
That´s good to know
Just let it all go
You have one life to enjoy
Your heart still beats
and you are here
So tell me you have no fear
Every reason why we cry
Is another proof that we are alive
Every reason why we smile
Is worth the waiting even through bad times
Even if you fall
Somebody is there to catch you
Go shout
I will listen to your wounds
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Our narrator wakes up smothered by darkness surrounding her from all sides.
She pulls herself out of bed
Looking outside her window she sees the seasons change and the people with it.
But she never does, she always stands there, watching outside her window.
The trees turn yellow and red and lose their leaves, snow falls, the sun comes out
and the trees turn green again.
Inside everything is the same, all year around.
Our narrator pushes herself to face the mirror
She tells herself:
- This is the day
- Today has to be the day.
- Today is the day, today has to be the day when I let everything inside, today is
the day.
- Today is the day, today has to be the day when I make a difference
- Today is the day, today has to be the day when I let everything back inside or
not live at all.
Our narrator goes to bed covered in fear
She talks to the shadows as friends, pleading for them to end what was never
started.
If she could have another chance she says, she would make it all differently.
In the mute darkness she gives herself another tomorrow.
She tells herself:
- Today is the day, today has to be the day
- When I let it all in again.
- Today is the day, today has to be the day when I change my life.
- Today!
But her reflection just stares back without conviction and nothing ever changes.
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13. |
Sleep Kit - Jarred
02:06
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Break the windshield, plough through my shoes
Indolently, upright
Purloin what isn’t mine to keep, neither yours to have
Valet, ranch hand, blindly you correct me
Numb my face, and flood me
Pulverize my second teeth, close the jar and seal me
Conservator, put me in a cupboard and keep me
A dog yapping in a sweltering car,
An ant performing in the spotlight of a magnifying glass
In past, present, permanent tense.
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Manku Kapak - Zustände
04:42
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Ein permanenter Wettstreit
Der Wille alles zu haben
Und übersehen bleibt
Selbst die Schere im Gesicht
Ihre Augen liegen auf Deinen.
Die Spitzen enden am Mund.
Und je mehr Du dann nach mehr schreist,
Desto größer wird die Kluft.
Wer ist hier eigentlich wirklich arm?
Leer sind deren Herzen
Und arm sind deren Seelen,
Die das Elend nicht mehr sehen.
Gier regiert
Neid verändert
Furcht bestimmt
Pflichten leiten
Besitz verblendet
Profit ist wichtig
Moral ein Schein
Alles Mauern
Es bleibt nichts als verlorene Zeit
Pflicht hat Dich vor Freiheit befreit
Realität lässt Träume platzen
Es ist nicht umgekehrt
Miete ist fällig, musst Schulden bezahlen
Wertvolle Bildung ist nicht umsonst
Die Nachtschicht hinter der Theke
Um in der Prüfung durchzufallen
Wo Du herkommst und was Du leistest
Berechnet Deinen Wert und Deinen Nutzen
Wer aus dem Rahmen fällt, fällt allein
Doch solang ihr keine Stimmbänder zerreißt,
Werd ich schreien und agitieren so laut ich kann
Und so viel ich kann...
Maschinen laufen.
Menschen schuften.
Menschen beuten Menschen aus
Von Maschinengebrüll übertönt
Der Preis dafür sind Menschenleben
Der Raum der uns bleibt ist vielleicht klein und eng
Es stinkt nach Scheiße und die Tür ist verschlossen
Doch links oben an der Wand ist ein Fenster
Und dadurch scheint die Sonne hinein
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They do not realize
They do not realize
They got fear in their eyes
They got fear in their eyes
Trying to live as fast
As my head allows me to,
I know I should sleep and so should you
This wont end well cus my
Lack of will to see solutions
Makes my body fear conclutions
Help me, somebody to
Waste my time on something else than
Trying to keep up my health
Help me, somebody to
Gather faith and gather hope
This so called life rolls down the slope
We are to anxious to believe
It is too hard for us to see X2
Now calm down
Calm down X2
I’ve been waiting for this
I’ve been waiting for this
I’ve been waiting for this for all my life
(Why can’t I, why can’t I, why can’t I compromise?)
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Human Hands - Aestivate
02:38
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i feel sick
to look around
and see myself
to catch a stranger's eye
and see myself
fear to look
and see myself
we live inside a dream
so easy to consume
we live inside a dream
too easy to consume
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