Musik
Prayer
Being master he thought he shouldn’t be
Too indulgent so he lets them bleed
But after dark the old fiends fill the air
Making him put up a fervent prayer
“Won’t you prove to me that you’re the great
All-knowing God ‘cause I am so afraid”
Take it all
back in your hands
I’m so small
And all this vast land
Has turned into sand
And now I’m drowning in its folds
In the morning he feels bold again
Is ashamed of having been such a weak man
And he fortifies the walls around him
So that no more demons get in
And he sleeps soundly or so it seems
But with his lips closed he still prays in his dreams
Take it all
back in your hands
I’m so small
And all this vast land
Has turned into sand
And now I’m drowning in its folds
Lauf Welt Lauf
Die Angst umfasst dich wie eine Hand
Sie streut deine Gedanken wie Sand
Vertraute Einsamkeit verschließt das Tor zum Paradies
Ein Kind ruft freudig aus: «Ich sehen was, was du nicht siehst!»
Es schwelt in der Nacht
Ein online Heer erschreibt sich Wut und Macht
Der große Ausverkauf lockt mit der Ewigkeit
Und du skandierst: «Lauf, Welt, lauf!»
Der Hass pulsiert wie eine Membran
Er schwingt im Rhythmus ihres Alleingangs
Die Waffe in der Hand vermeinst du sie zu berühr’n
Doch sie zielt auf dein Herz, kann nur noch deinen Schmerz verführ’n
Es schwelt in der Nacht
Ein online Heer erschreibt sich Wut und Macht
Der große Ausverkauf lockt mit der Ewigkeit
Und du skandierst: «Lauf, Welt, lauf!»
Lauf, Welt, lauf
Lauf, Welt, lauf
Lauf, Welt, lauf
Midnight Stories
Last night I found a word made from copper
Cool burnished assurance
It pulsed in my hand
Oh and it covers the whole burning distance
Between what we ask for
And what we understand
I can no longer hold onto the slippery surface
Of what you call living
I’m sliding down
Down below we build our fort
Of midnight stories
Copper doors
And they won’t open for the fearless
Our lives are orphaned origami
Each self neatly folded
Into a point
And so we circle each other’s false metric
Like the links of a chain that
Can no longer be joined
While you’re climbing up to
Sanitized heights
With the word in my hand
I’m sliding down
Down below we’ve built our fort
Of midnight stories
Copper doors
And they won’t open for the careless
No, they won’t open for the fearless
They won’t open for the careless
Nothing but this asking
Over the rainbow
There lives a savage time hunter
She hunts alone in broad daylight
Makes you feverish
Playing caught emotions
In minor keys
It’s a hereditary loan
It weighs a lifetime
Goldfish in my head
Ornamental dread
While their mouths form empty signs
I hold
Nothing but this asking
Under the earth crust
She’s buried centuries of longing
I spread my toes
Walk on sea-foamed shells and ask for
Nothing but this asking
I trace her steps
To a long-forgotten name
A name for no one
Stardust in my head
Nights of careless dread
While the days form endless rows of more
There’s nothing but this asking
There’s nothing but this asking
There’s nothing but this asking