(Stefan Wetterau)
A haze of familiar sentiments
Flickers around the inner crag
Intrusion - effervescing
This arid sea of memories
Gnawing waves of fear
No gestures to show
But hands to grope
For what the spirit desires
From lands far beyond the wilderness
Someone who hears without listening
Someone who sees without looking
To glance across this field of notions
To set the feet in motion
To lead the nomad home
(Stefan Wetterau)
I. Down to the sky
Wakened by a voice from dreaming in just another of those nights
A universal sigh, uttered in forgotten times
Through long winding tunnels I followed the voice down deep
For hours I decended stairs, narrow and steep
A thousand stars shone upon a scene of immense riches
But no money I found there...
As far as my eyes could see endless rows, endless shelves
Their highest edge far out of view, hidden by the moon itself
Books and files and single notes
The whole world's paper heaped up there
Amazed I left the stairs...
II. Words of the Face
Magically attracted by the sighs
I walked through all these rows
The dizzy towers above my head
My naked feet produced no sound
Just silver dusk in this ravine
The earth wrapped up in pale white mist
The rows now are the rays of an obscure giant sun
Shine into infinity, beyond visibility
Arising from a desk in space
Where I found the Old Man's Face
Me: Tell me what you're doing here
And why you're shedding so much tears
The Face: Caught in time by the final man
I see and hear what happens
The Hand: And everything then flows through me
That all he thinks is written
The Face and the Hand: But all I get are wicked deeds
And spite is all the people keep
As long as the Hand is penning man's own morbid depravity
We're going to exist
The point of time our work is finished
Is when you've found full harmony
Open up your fist
As I did what they wanted me to do I received the golden wand
The vision disappeared when the metal touched my hand
III. New task
I found myself on a wide and grassy plain
In each of the four directions nothing but green
My body in an unknown state of heavenly composure
My mind was opened for the thoughts from all the distant shores
Now I'm writing all the things not accessible for the Face
Everything the Hand could never be moved by
But there was little to do for the wand
'Cos my senses hadn't much good to grab
So, I'm just another prisoner of time
Forever writing, still writing when your animus has faded
'Cos it's also me who can't be free until the day
When I don't have to look for good thougts anymore
When only deeds of kindness discharge themselves upon me
...and the Face has found its peace!
(Stefan Wetterau)
Grasp the setting sun
Win the endless run
You'll fail
Don't cry for yesterday
For memories in the hay
You'll fail
The light does not fade
It's still there in the north
Wandering to the east
And you know what I'm dreaming of
As the first beams touch my hair
I'm losing my despair
And in the early light
I feel alright
Again...
(Gregor Widuch)
Remember the time when you both were youth
When you saw things the naive way
Remember the time when you played in a band
That you called the Mersey Stones
Remember the time when you just had 200 marks
To live and to pay the rent
Remember the time when you carried the hot club
And you had trouble with the police
So look back on your lives after 25 years
You had good times, bad times and maybe some fears
So look back on your lives that have changed
But I hope your love is still the same
Now you have a villa with a swimming pool
A marble bath with golden taps
Now you have some companies to manage
And you have a lot of work
Now you can travel all around the world
But there's not much time for it
Now you have much more experience
But there's still a lot you have to learn
So look back on your lives after 25 years
You had good times, bad times and maybe some fears
So look back on your lives that have changed
But I hope your love is still the same
(Mart Diehl)
Far away in a distant cloud
As the sun came through
An old man stood upon a hill
Looking for a girl like you
The old man tells a lie of times
When all the gold that came from God
Was shared and given back by flesh
From human bodies burned and soiled
Look out, look up, look around
The times have changed for everyone
Look in, look back, look ahead
These times of freedom now are gone
And so the old man stays alive
For that he'll always tell his lie
That no one ever listens to
And so no change may come on you
And if the old man has not died
The gold again will be shared
Only by those who are in force
Of power, money and fearlessness
Look out, look up, look around
The times have changed for everyone
Look in, look back, look ahead
These times of freedom now are gone
(Frank Schneider)
My whole life's demarcation ist the frame of my bed
I celebrate celebrations only in my head
I watch T.V. in the morning, watch the day passing by
While my mind still keeps forming thoughts of decay
Somebody cares
Somebody listens
Somebody sees
Somebody hears my words
I'm just another man out of work
In the depth of depression I drown in emptiness
I'm looking for expressions to hide my helplessness
I watch T.V. 'til late at night, watch the darkness filling my room
Weariness, hold me tight, and I'll come very soon
Somebody cares
Somebody listens
Somebody sees
Somebody hears my words
I'm just another man out of work
Suppress aggression
Refrain from hate
Somebody lend me a hand
Before it's too late
Please, help me, before it's too late!
I'm trudging down this aisle of fate
On the verge of lunacy
Soon it will be too late
Please, help me, before it's too late!
(Mart Diehl)
I want everybody to plant a flower
I want us to believe in love power
I want the old ones to be like children
I want us to share all our burdens
I don't want to have a paradise
I just want the human time to rise
The human time that we forgot to fight for
While we lose out force in struggle and war
Uncertainty, insecurity
Changing to guarantee
Obscurity, anonymity
Passing into honesty
(Mart Diehl)
March in rank in file
Be uniformed and styled
Defence is your belief
Morality what you leave, what you leave
March in rank and file
Be selfish as a child
Conscience without fears
Like a devil with a tear, with a tear
Have you ever seen a devil crying tears in the night
Have you ever seen an army that is not build up to fight
Have you ever seen a soldier picking flowers for his rifle
Have you ever seen a difference between the army
And the devil
March in rank and file
But think just for a while
That enemys may be friends
And persons you'll defend, you'll defend
March in rank and file
But don't forget your child
Will be born to live in war
I know what it's for, what it's for
Have you ever seen a devil crying tears in the night
Have you ever seen an army that is not build up to fight
Have you ever seen a soldier picking flowers for his rifle
Have you ever seen a difference between the army
And the devil
There is no difference
There are no devil's tears
It's not just defence
Even war with it's tears
There is no difference
Between your enemy and you
There is no difference
So Think about it
And decide what is to do
(Mart Diehl)
The time took us the time
To find the way to our way
For our time was too short
And our way was too long
The time-and-way-syndrome
Too many people ran down our street
We had to overtake them, run over them
Survive them, to get closer
To attain us, to experience us
The time-and-way-syndrome
To many pointers showed on our clock
We had to fasten them, finish them
To get closer, to obtain us
To recognize us
The time-and-way-syndrome
(Eskiniwach)
(Frank Schneider)
Why can't I manage to become acquainted with you?
I see you laughing with people that I know, too
But even if we both know them
I can't manage to become acquainted with you
Why can't I manage to invite you to my house?
We could drink and watch a nice movie on T.V.
We could talk, I'm certain, we would understand
But I can't manage to invite you to my house
Who does not need
What I need, too?
Security
Why can't I manage to kiss you?
It's said the first kiss was the hardest
Now I summon up my courage because I like you so much
But I can't manage to kiss you
Why can't I manage to live without you?
I already fell so much in love with you
There are only pictures of you left in my head
And that's why I'm not able to live without you
Who cannot give
What I can give, too?
Tenderness
Can't you manage to become acquainted with me?
Perhaps you do not even know me
In any case, not really, but I want to know:
Can't you manage to become acquainted with me?
Who does not want
What I want, too?
Love
(?)
Today it's fair in our town
I hear the music everywhere
I see a funny coloured clown
And little big-eyed children stare
I remember older days
When I had a girl in my arms
But now the things go a different way
And I'm so lonely at the bars
But one thing has not changed
And there's no one to blame
I go to the merry-go-round
Oh, I love its sound
(?)
Drip, drop, from the top
Splish, splash, oh, it's fresh
Liquid godsent, fluid refreshment
Murmur rivulet, floating streamlet, without end
Hello, rain, breathed out by a cloud
Drizzling down to the ground
You'll trickle away - in the soil
Hello, drop, you're freed by the earth
Dabbling from the spring
You'll ripple away - in a rill
Hello, brook, you are a merge into a lake
Tumbling down a waterfall
You will flow away - in a stream
Hello, river, you have to run to the mouth
Floating down into the sea
You will unite - with the ocean
(?)