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The End Of The Rainbow
03:54
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We’ve been following the trail
Watching out for the white rabbit’s tail
No wonder we had to fail
Then the clouds had ceased to cry
And the rainbow convinced us to try
To find where the gold would lie
This is the end of the rainbow and we hear no chear
The gold that we found in the ground is all fool’s gold, my dear
This is the end of the rainbow and now it’s so clear
It’s cold and we’re bound to be crowned by the fool’s loudest sneer
We complained along the track
But then again no one ever looked back
We tried to avoid the flak
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Another Timeline
02:46
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Sometimes I wish
I could go back in time
Sometimes I wish
I could live along another timeline
Sometimes I wish
I could see what is mine
Sometimes I wish
I could be part of another timeline
Call it fate
To be born too late
Sometimes I wish
I could feel sixty-nine
Sometimes I wish
I could follow up another timeline
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3. |
Overqualified
03:03
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I don’t belong to the working class
I belong to the unemployed
It looks as though that time will pass
Before I fill that void
I’m qualified for so many things
But it’s hard to get a job these days
Since I can’t go for anything
Until it really pays
I’m so overqualified
Now I find my hands are tied
I’m so overqualified
I don’t know what to do
The dole will see me through
In any way
My résumé
Shows what I once knew
I did my masters in virology
And a PhD on top of that
And all they ever cared to offer me
Was to sell medical crap
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4. |
You Are A Friend
03:58
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Monday to Sunday
I’m home and away at the same time
I travel on gravel
I fly with the other odd airline
I get to know girls and I share time with them
Lizzy feels dizzy
A free-lancing, hard working lawyer
Sandy likes shandy
And’d rather be free like Tom Sawyer
But lives to work for her employer instead
Still in my head
I can hear how she said
You are a friend
Of all I’ve met
Who’d have ever said that
I never saw anyone ever again
Spent trips with friendships
That lasted as long as the journey
I think that my shrink
Would honestly like to deter me
From having their problems concern me too much
I’m wondering what you do today
Are you someone’s wife?
In other words, are you still alive?
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5. |
Apprenticed Miss Dentist
03:37
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What a pretty day, but in a metaphoric way
I don’t have much to say
Tied up in a chair, I smell the softness of her hair
As her body bends over me
My eardrum and gums turn numb, her thumb is on my tongue
My teeth can feel some steel
I choke, a lot of smoke, the smell of something burned and broke
My mouth transmits each poke
I would certainly cry
But to know that I’d die
Prevents any scream
I’m suffering low
Enjoying the show
Pretending to dream
What a pretty day, but in a less euphoric way
I don’t have much to say
Sweat on my forehead, those eyes are turning slightly mad
As she sorts out the good from the bad
I bet she can see, I purposely laid hands on me
To be her vis-à-vis
Apprenticed Miss Dentist
Taking care of me
With every new drill
I’m all hers at will
She’s hotter than steam
I’m a little too shy
To tell her that my
Intentions are rather obscene
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6. |
What A Day
03:40
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Hey, hey, what a day
Hey, hey, what a day
All has worked out fine
And now the day is mine
Hey, hey, what a day
Woe-ho, way to go
Woe-ho, way to go
All’s been said and done
So let’s soak up the sun
Hey, hey, what a day
Nothing left to do
Only to meet you
Hey, hey, what a day
Hey, hey, what a day
All kept with the plan
And now who is the man
Hey, hey, what a day
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7. |
Born In Germany
02:14
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I was born in Germany
Quite a place to me
Not only pretzels and beer
There’s more you can like here
I was born in Germany
Living history
Some of it good and some bad
There’s so much that we had
Some time ago so infamous for shouting out loud
Nowadays famous for not knowing how to act proud
I am still asking myself what this bit means to me
To be born in Germany
I was born in Germany
And occasionally
There is good music around
Without any brass sound
So many things could be better and so many worse
But I am quite happy where I am in this universe
Even if asking myself what the answer might be
There’s nothing to do or to say to deny what is me
I was born in Germany
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8. |
More Than Honeymelon
03:46
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9. |
Not This Time
03:22
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One for you
And none for me
As far as I can see
That’s how things used to be
Two is one
And one is you
But now I think we’re through
No matter what you do
Now that you say
You changed your way
I disagree
Should I believe this line
For an endless time
In the hope everything will be fine
But no, not this time
Not this time
Live it up
Or give it up
But don’t rely on me
Be what it may will be
One for you
Is none for me
So time for you to see
None is what I guarantee
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How come you don’t do what you say you’d like to do
When the whole of your cv contains watching tv
Or do you really think that’s a proper stance?
Now you’re thirty-six and you’re telling all the chicks
That you could have been a star, if only you’d worked hard
But somehow you just did not get the chance
Yesterday your way
Might have seemed okay
But in the end you only know
Yesterday today was tomorrow
Nobody can say how you are meant to seize the day
But then everybody knows how fuckin’ fast everything goes
And that you never get a second chance
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11. |
Nothing Left Of Me
03:54
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I feel so worn out
I’m sick and tired of your doubt
I was helpless and now I’m hopeless
I thought I belonged
To you, god knows that I was wrong
I have suffered and not recovered
You have made me feel
That there might be a chance for real
You’re a bluffer and I ain’t tougher
I have always thought that I am strong enough to be
The motor of our love, but now there’s nothing left of me
Nothing left of me
I’ve fallen apart
And now I seek for a new start
I’m in prison, since you have risen
I have always thought that I am strong enough for two
But now there’s nothing left of me and all there is, is you
Nothing left of me
(You see, there’s no we, only you and me)
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12. |
The Final Kiss
04:04
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Just one more final kiss
But please don’t misunderstand
I gave you my word and I promise
That I will let you go
Despite my woe
And this kiss
Just one more final word
I know you heard all I said
That I want you so bad it’s absurd
So I will love you still
Although it will
Hurt
I know someday, someway
After this final kiss I’ll dismiss you from my mind
Someday, one day
Only this will reminisce about what we left behind
Just one more final song
There’s nothing wrong when I sing
Where I’m strong like a king and belong
Then I will let you go
Despite my woe
And this final kiss
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13. |
Julia
03:27
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Erk Berlin, Germany
„Erk? That’s not a name, that's a sound!“
This is what everybody told Erk Wiemer wherever he
travelled. So if people thought of his name as a sound – why not put a soundtrack to the person behind? So he did!
“Piano, bass and drums – I don’t think I really need any other instruments!” said Erk when he started back in 2003. Since then he has evolved his sound and music, but still keeps it simple!
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