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See the South

I want to see the south before the Western world shifts
because you fall out of love with yourself when you only see the same things
I want to feel the foreignness, every small difference
Everything about the others that remained of being different
 
Because everything flows from the exact same place of origin
and one is pleased that the same thing can be found everywhere
I want to feel the border and be overwhelmed
and be able to distinguish between high walls and borderlines
 
But I always have to go ever further away when I search for the distant land
Soon that will mean changing planets when you book a trip
I want to strip bare and see something different for a while
Change the tempo and understand nothing others say
 
Why do I want to listen, where there's never anything to discuss?
I have always hoped there was an opposite to our predicament
Other places, other cities, other people, other country
Don't say that you know me- you never even met me
 
Imagine, you can't go away because you are at home
There's an inside and no outside, there where 'standby' becomes 'pause'
Nothing which exists outside, nothing which takes you away
There's only one direction, the West wind makes sure of that
 
I'm on the trail, tracking something that sounds real
For a new beginning, after something that seems right to me
Yeah, those are luxury concerns, even if I'm miserable
They are and remain the concerns of a child from the West
 
I want to see the East before the Western world shifts
and hear everything which one sees far too seldom around here
Because the heart knows so much and nevertheless the mouth is silent
I need for some pictures a background, at last
 
I want to stop my life once for a short time, others keep moving
when traveling you become the center of attention, sometimes an outside
Just go to where nothing is new, old is beginning
You become more familiar with yourself, when you know you, you feel foreign to yourself
 
Fascinated by others' stories you come across
and don't just read in others' stories, no, write new ones for yourself
Everything's beginning, everything's breaking through
You're not always there, at the place your searching for yourself
 
Here where one discovers everything and everything required for life is there
Every difference leads to a fight for survival
Everyone knows better, they even think they know you
without understanding your home becomes a jail
 
Imagine, you can't go away because you are at home
There's an inside and no outside, there where 'standby' becomes 'pause'
Nothing which exists outside, nothing which takes you away
There's only one direction, the West wind makes sure of that
 
I'm on the trail, tracing something that sounds real
For a new beginning, after something that seems right to me
Yeah, those are luxury concerns, even if I'm miserable
They are and remain the concerns of a child from the West
 

Just dance all Summer long

I don't want to stand in a traffic jam anymore
due to our fear of the future
From school, to work
From the bar, out into the countryside
Course of life experienced second-hand
Everything according to the building plans
(Writing) graffiti on the walls
but secretly saving to build our own place
Everyone mimics each other
in the office and around the world
Forge networks, build nests
Shadows driving in a carousel
spin in neon light in accord with their great master
but even great catastrophes are experienced by small souls
Next guy, please
Next girl, please
I sit in our park, while I type the lines
Turn off the computer
cancel your meetings
turn your phone off
now, get on your bike and go into the city
Head in the driving wind
Hands on the wheel
Everyone wears what was trendy in their childhood
(but) We're much too old to be cool
Go out into the Summer, it will be cold soon enough
who knows what will happen,
when it becomes Winter again
I throw myself into the waves
Watch where the wind takes me
In order to be stranded on our island without a plan
I just want to dance the whole Summer
Who knows what's going to happen,
how cold Winter will be
I throw myself into the waves
Watch where the wind takes me
In order to be stranded on our island without a plan
I just want to dance for an entire Summer
I don't want to stand in traffic jams for the career ladder
Poison flows through the ranks and kills the spirit for life
Applying for positions, outsiders
It happens very quickly
Before it breaks your head,
allow yourselves to be hired
One after another
Into the office and away from the window
Shovel coal,
Feed on chalk
Shadows live like ghosts,
spin in neon light in accord with their great master
but even great catastrophes are experienced by small souls
Next guy, please
Next girl, please
I sit in our public swimming pool, while I type the lines
Rip yourself away from your work,
take the kids to your parents' house
Maritime law starts at the edge of your fishbowl[1],
Sunlight and strong tide
Beer by bottle,
French fries made of old fat
This is what life feels like
Beyond workdesk and sleeping in your bed
We pretend the gray asphalt is a meadow
Go out into the Summer, it will be cold soon enough
who knows what will happen,
when it becomes Winter again
I throw myself into the waves
Watch where the wind takes me
In order to be stranded on our island without a plan
I just want to dance the whole Summer
Who knows what's going to happen,
how cold Winter will be
I throw myself into the waves
Watch where the wind takes me
In order to be stranded on our island without a plan
I just want to dance for an entire Summer
Head in the driving wind
Hands on the wheel
Everyone wears what was trendy in their childhood
(but) We're much too old to be cool
Go out into the Summer, it will be cold soon enough
who knows what will happen,
when it becomes Winter again
I throw myself into the waves
Watch where the wind takes me
In order to be stranded on our island without a plan
I just want to dance the whole Summer
Who knows what's going to happen,
Whether it will ever be winter again
I throw myself into the waves
Watch where the wind takes me
In order to be stranded on our island without a plan
I just want to dance for an entire Summer
 

Ghostdriver

Intro: twenty-fourth of november 2006
 
I have no great hope that anything more will change between us
in no case expectations, because i don't know what to do about you
we're in front of the Wailing Wall, like Jews in Israel
Now I have to decide for myself, which path I choose this time
and I want to go, and in any case alone and far away
start the motor and drive off, it would be foolish to hold me back
 
Drive off, only wavy lines now, in order to go out of your way
and if our paths cross, don't risk standing in the way
You have a face, I don't want to see any more of it
You're not too busy, you're simply too comfortable
and if you want to play with me, i'll count to ten and not look for you
i see something, that you don't see, and you don't know how good that is
I'm not your sports' seat with the curves of a woman
and if my wordplay weren't here, that wouldn't appear to be an accident
I have so much courage in my gut, because of the hate that I feel now
and what I have to say to you burns the pen into the paper
 
[Refrain:]
since i'm writing you these lines, because i don't know further
and because in our case, I don't know at all what further means
everything just spins in a circle, spins around you
i'm writing this letter to you, and I hope you don't see me
because i'm not there for you anymore, i won't divide further what I have
don't concern yourself with me further, and i want you to hear, when i say
there's only one direction, no room for ghost drivers
and i can't keep missing something that was never there
 
and i don't want your excuses, i don't want to go out with you anymore
i don't want to look into your eyes shortly before you wake up
i am ready to give up, call me, I will hang up
do you want to drink some more? i don't care, booze it up
 
I'm not the eyewitness for the nonsense that you do
not the lawyer, not the judge, not the carpaint you scratch off
you're not capable of that? you're not capable of what?
I breathed for you, to give you strength, feel that
 
and nothing is worth more to me than my time
and i see nothing in common between us anymore
and while i write the lines, my sympathy for you dies
everything, that you make from now on, you must know, i won't feel anymore
 
because I'm empty inside
 
now I need distance, don't cross my path
I'm turning myself precisely one-hundred eighty degrees out of your life
i was blinded by you, don't come close to me again
 
[Refrain]
 

The best is yet to come

open your eyes, because it's not raining today
no one is perfect and being imperfect doesn't work
Push the clouds away and then you move yourself
as far as your feet carry you, even if it's only to the next table over
Balm on the soul and the worries lay themselves down
tonight when you're alone, it's certain they won't be next to you anymore
 
for once show the face that's familiar with good times
In order to not forget
it helps to contemplate for a short time
You're not the type of person
who stands still when he flies
You're superman and standing still is kryptonite
Away from the place an which I saw your dreams shatter
Today there are no mistakes, at most just a harebrained idea
 
Chorus:
And if you run and think you can't go
further on the path you're on
I'll send you wind and the shivers will carry you
as long as your breath is missing
The best is yet to come
the best is yet to come
give me your hand and we'll jump together on 1,2,3
the best is yet to come
the best is yet to come
give me your hand and we'll jump together on 1,2,3
 
and if you really want to know how it's going for me
i can't tell you
i only know that it's sometimes easier to run quickly
than to carry weigh quietly
and sometimes it's easier being loud
than to quietly say nothing
 
Well, it must have been really easy to be light
instead of always having it heavy (difficult)
But that's theory, what is praxis?
 
throw yourself back into life and conquer a galaxy
No path too far, for the way home there is a taxi
if a chance comes, follow it and snap it up
 
[Chorus]
 
And if you run and think you can't go
further on the path you're on
I'll send you wind and the shivers will carry you
as long as your breath is missing
 
And if you brake, I tell you: move yourself
further on the path which you've currently chosen
I'll send you wind and the shivers will carry you
as long as your breath is missing
 
The best is yet to come
the best is yet to come
give me your hand and we'll jump together on 1,2,3
the best is yet to come
the best is yet to come
give me your hand and we'll jump together on 1,2,3
 
And if you brake, I tell you: move yourself
further on the path which you've currently chosen
I'll send you wind and the shivers will carry you
as long as your breath is missing