Carpe Diem
2003 [Indigo 2325-2]
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01. Doesn't |
Doesn't
she loves him
she loves him not
she loves him
she does
she doesn't
you're so passive
you're so aggressive
you stuck but you want to step inside
she loves you
she loves you not...
you're so sad
you're turning mad
you trust yet you feel it's just a lie
she loves you...
you're upset
you're feeling dead
you beg " please, at least give it a try"
one keaf for him
and one against
let drop the one
and take the next
now you're the strong
her decision was wrong
she bleeds now put salt over the wound
you love her
you love her not...
now she's on her knees
it's up to her to say please
don't get weak keep her on the ground
you love her....
yeah, now she weeps
in hope you sound the retreat
she pleads "please, don't let me down"
one leaf for her
and one against
let drop the one
and take the next
Bones of Glass
as far as I can see
I'm alive
trapped in my fragility
as far as I can see
I'm alone
stuck again in my sensibility
and as far as I can see
my appeal
didn't help to keep you here
as far as you can ever be
away from me
l'll be haunted by the ghost in my mind
you and me in this dream together
you promised me once it would last
forever
as far as I can feel
I'm incomplete
thinking about destiny
as far as I can feel
I'm afraid
caught by my most feared enemy
as far as I can feel
the enemy is me
but knowledge doesn't help to heal
as far as you ever want to be
away from me
you're involved in all these memories
you and me in this dream together
you promised me once it would last forever
I always thought never say never
now it is clear to me that ever is never
does it sounds better?
it's over I guess
I failed your test
with this last cares
you broke my bones of glass
it's over I guess
feat. vocals by Anne Drogyne
Home
I am home
I guess it was what I thought
to be home
and it was what i was told
home sweet home
someone who cares never alone
but after all
why do I prefer to be
on my own?
maybe I'm not home at all
or maybe this is home after all
I'm in love
I thought it was what I felt
so in love
at least it was what i've seen
the power above
rainbow, harps and the harpoon of love
but though I ask
why do I feel this
never enough?
maybe I'm not in love at all
or maybe this is love after all
should I let go
should I let flowers grow
what I want what I know
maybe I am show
should I let go
should I let flowers grow
I just want to know
when will I be home after all
I feel regrets
for all the evil things I made
I should regret
at least it is what they say
like a threat
it sounds to me like I was dead
and though I dare
to expect from you
that you forget
what I said
maybe I don't regret at all
or maybe this is regret after all
should I let go
should I let flowers grow
what I want what I know
maybe I'm slow
but should I let go
should I let flowers grow
I just want ti know
when will I be home?
maybe tis is home after all
Skye (Sound From Outertown)
I'm sitting here listening to the sound
far away from companionship
and far away from town
lying in the grass observing the scenery
this spectacular drama which takes place
in front of me
soft and tenderly blows the wind
through my hair
caresses my body so intense
from feet to head
and a sunbeam's hitting me
straight into the heart
it holds me tight offers warmth
and keeps me safe from harm
and
and still...
I'm still listening to the sound from outertown
I'm sitting here listening to the sound
while I try to remember all
the things that keeps me down
lying in the grass try to catch the stars
as the day os fading and the color's changing
and the sky is getting dark
and
and still...
I'm still listening to the sound from outertown
wake up and find myself staring at the sea
I've lost myself again
in the same old foolish dream
feeling strange inside
as I turn away to leave this place
the key to all these memories
I've thrown into the waves
and
and still...
from the edge of the isle of sky
I would jump out of life
into the waves I would dive
would drown with a smile
and say goodbye
and say goodbye
Liquid Moon
whispering stars
melting sky
glittering heart
feeling alive
whispering stars
melting sky
queen of the heart
king of the mind
at the edge of the truth
a light shines trough
a dream in blue
the liquid moon
whispering stars
melting sky
queen of the heart
king of the mind
whispering stars
melting sky
glittering heart
feeling alive
at the edge of the truth
a light shines trough
a dream in blue
the liquid moon
at the edge of the truth
the liquid moon
Slingback
you and me
we used to be as we wanted to be
we used to see what we wanted to see
we used to feel and thought it's all for real
me and you
we used to believe that all
our dreams come true
and all the gates we've
been walking through
and though
I should have asked if you want this too
kisses on your feet
this is underneath
from the heel to the toe
you always know
where to go
change from black to blood
as you want
playing God
you and me
we shared the belief in a community
we shared the night and sexuality
we shared the words "you are the one for me"
me and you we shared the things we wanted to
and all the gateways we were passing
through
and through
I should have recognized isn't you
kisses on your feet -
the slingback of your heel
whispers in your ear -
taking down your peel
from the heel to the toe
you always know
where to go
change from clack to blood
as you want
playing God
the moonwalk of a cat
second skin colored in black
open the zipp on your back
closing your anklestrap
and get into it
the slingback
get into the slingback
get into it
the slingback
Your One
walking through the fields of waste
souvenirs of the old days - like always
here I stand again to fight against the tide of time
the sun shines actually kind
year one is beginning now
no past behind, a thin black line
two and four the time we're heading for
black and white doesn't exist no more
men without past
a small part, a short role of the cast
tick tock
a small wheel of a clockwork
floating the river quietly timewards
four seasons, twelve months, fifty-two weeks ans
a few hundred days remains
to put the second number to the one we call
hunger
evolution calendar
history will be written from here
watch the screen don't fear what you'll see
yesterday, thousands of years ago
the streams of the road show you the way to go
men without past
a small part, a short role of the cast
tick tock
a small wheel of a clockwork
floating the river quietly timewards
the speed was given priority
while the rest stood still, at least it seems
steps backwards under me
maybe this is just what I feel
men without past
a small part, a short role of the cast
tick tock
a small wheel of a clockwork
floating the river quietly timewards
men without past....
Introducing the Cowgirl
breathless she lies in the sand
with blood on the lips and a gun in the hand
her empty eyes look up at the sky
as she whispers her last words before she dies
"whenever it is getting dark
just follow the light in your heart
always believe in love"
to be continued......
In Memoriam
Farrah Alley Quinn 1861-1889
Sunday Afternoon
it seems like yesterday
a day like any other before
a quite usual mood in the mind
and nothing strange seems to going on
but it feels
but it feels
for one moment
it feels like I was born
time won't standing still
the replay is running with
the same slowly speed
echoes remain forever
and more than ever I feel ground
but it feels
but it feels
for one moment
it seems like I would live a dream
the past of tomorrow
to follow the last
I can see myself sitting
in the waiting room
it seems different now
the second hand moved quietly forward
and left its vertical being
dreaming the heavenly felling
but it feels
but it feels
for one moment
I believe I'm near
frequence's changed
background stays the same
lifting off to a higher level
sunday turns again
the vision slips away
and waits till destiny
burns a new candle
the past of tomorrow
to follow the last
I can see myself
on this sunday afternoon
Difficult
it's a little bit difficult to see through you....
© Music by Dino Zizzari and Mary Santela
Lyrics by Phil Noirjean
Except "Difficult" music and lyrics by Dino Zizzari
Recorded at Checkmate-studio by FAQ
Mixed ar Arronge-studio by Marco Zirm
Mastered by Tom at Master snd Servant, Hamburg