Deaf or Glory

My wallet’s always empty
But I spend my money wise
I earn it just for selling my days
To a company’s device
Every Saturday in the record store
I am visiting my friends
They make my life worth living
And I must make amends

It’s Deaf! deaf or glory
Ace of hearts and Rock’n’roll
Deaf! Deaf or glory
Ace of clubs and Rock’n’roll
Deaf! Deaf or glory
Diamonds ace and Rock’n’roll
Deaf! Deaf or glory
Ace of spades and Rock’n’roll

I recently got hijacked
As I drove inside my car
From the radio strange music played
Pushed my mind a little far
I suddenly thought of quitting smoking
And say goodbye to booze
Be happy every day at work
Grow up and forget youth

Just a dead among the living in this compliant town

On Demand World

I am a walking, I am a talking, I am a credit card
Cosmopolitan shopping queen
Free the doves, cause I ‘m in love
I ‘m in love with myself
With myself - with my

This is a love song, it‘s a requiem,
'cause we are on
On demand in an on-demand-world
All we want, we want it now, 'cause we are on
On demand
On demand in an on-demand-world

I do not learn, I do not earn, I do not have my own money
Big mouth buyers king
Raise the limit, ‘cause I am in it
Are you in it or are you in me
Are you in me - are you in?

Remember the coyote who tried to catch the bird
From big red airborne rockets to oily greasy dirt
He bought so many fancy things from Acmes superstore
Delivered on demand and exploded in a horror

The Devil and the Sailor

It is the same old story
Which happened long ago
When a man sailed the Weser
On a schooner full of coal
He got stuck in the river
On a bank of spoiled sand
And to the lord with bended knee
A prayer he did send
He said lord please free me
For the money I do need
Cause in Minden my wife waits for me
And a child with aching teeth
Another one did hear him
The devil in disguise
Allow me to introduce myself
I am the Lord of the flies

The devil and the sailor
A bargain must be made
Crossroads Deal on a waterway
Now it is to late
So row - Hell is turning cold
The devil wants your soul

The Devil told hell`s fire
Is slightly running low
And all damned souls would leave this place
If hell is turning cold
The man said in fear
Got no money, got no gold
Neither your treasures nor your soul I want
I just demand your coal

The man now sails the river Styx
On his schooner full of coal
And all around the fiery hell
New immortal but damned souls

El Dia de los Muertos

There‘s a day two worlds collide and there‘s no place, you can hide
Like looking through a kaleidoscope a twisted view you cannot cope with
The Living gonna celebrate the Dead
All the gone ones they once have had

El dia de los Muertos
El dia de los Muertos
Away we go, we float and fly
Everyone lives then dies
El dia de los Muertos

The afterworld in days last glance on crowded streets, Calaveras dance
In a vanishing reality they are you and you are me but
On the river waits the ferryman
Demands two dimes, put a Nickel in his can

There‘s a party on the river
If you‘re afraid shake and shiver

It’s Okay

Riding 16 hours from the mountains to the sea
Riding 16 hours from south to north of Germany
My back it hurts, my mind grows dim and then there on the road
Stood a girl and I said: „Baby! Do you wanna be my load?“

I’ve heard it on the radio, I’ve seen it on TV
Luck sometimes like lightning strikes and now the turn’s on me
It’s on me and I won’t let it go, no matter what they say
They will tattle anyhow for me it is okay
It’s okay

Rebuffed by somebody is nothing that is new
Rebuffed by somebody, somebody else but not by you
You grabbed the handle, climbed on in
And then with a sweet voice
You said: „Baby, maybe today you are my choice“

I’ve ran out of luck, like running out of fuel
A highway captain on a dead end street ran out of cool
Now every time on my right side there you are to see
And no empty seat like it always used to be

Married to the Sea

Every morning in the first glimpse of the day
We’re together on the Deck
Men with Pipes and with nothing much to say
We don ‘t know if we‘ll be back

We are married to the sea
Where the Mermaids gonna be
Oh our wives know our true love
We are married to the sea

When the fishing net runs over the ground
We don’t care about the catch
Tomorrow we’re in for another round
Vicious circle with a latch

On our Ship on stormy waters
We are tossed up and down
Bathed by a salty burst of water
No one knows if we drown, will we drown?

i.i.t.y.w.y.b.m.a.d.

Somewhere on the beaten path between Cork and Skibbereen
We stopped into a humble pub to drink and watch the scene
The barman filled a dirty glass with muddy lukewarm ale
But after hours on the road it was my holy grail

We talked and drank a little while, before I looked around
A band was playing on the stage with tasty Irish sound
Behind the bar I saw a sign as far as I could see
It said I.I.t.y.w.y.b.m.a.d

And I asked the barman: "what does it say? “
„Would you please tell me?" but he said "Nay!"
While he was washing the dishes in the sink
He said: "If I tell you, would you buy me a drink?"

It went on to be a night we won’t ever forget,
The sun was shining pretty bright, the time we went to bed
While having breakfast 3pm the barman looked at me
And said: „I.I.t.y.w.y.b.m.a.d.“

Schrödinger’s Party

Imagine there’re four people
Alone inside a room
There’s music and there’s alcohol
And a variety of shrooms
Tomorrow is a workday
And we lock up the door
What happens on the inside
Remains a mystery forevermore

Schrödinger’s Party
Do they celebrate?
If the Quantum’s are naughty
They won’t hesitate
Schrödinger’s Party
A celebration paradox.
A socialized duality
Until we open the box

More and more, a shitload more
Plus the will to self-destruct
And a wider sense of drug abuse
And of don’t-give-a-fuck
Will force them into Party
But on the other hand
A sense of German order
Puts all party to an end

Schrödinger’s Party
Let the show begin
Will they end up playing uno
Or in a pool of sin?

Feel, fuck, fall and standing up
Stand up just to choose
Between Jim or Jack and Cola
And nothing-left-to-lose
This binary query is super scary
So what do we know and ask
Between two extremes is a mist
Does God exist?

Schrödinger’s Party
There's smoke under the door
Either they have burned themselves
Or they steam cleaned the floor.

Walking down a death row

I gain consciousness under a hot and steaming sun
Last thing I remember, last night I had too much fun
So I get on my feet to make my way across the desert
I am heading east, at least I hope so

I am walking down a death row
The only way I know
I am walking down a death row
My confidence is low

A hundred angry Beasts are roaring through my head
Pain and sand keep telling me, it was enough that I had
So I get on my feet to make my way across the desert
I am heading east, at least I hope so

Birds wanna eat my eyes, wanna eat my lips
Wanna eat my lungs, wanna eat me

Fireworks on the fourth of July

How do you do?
Are you still what you love?
What do you think?
Or have you thought long enough?

Prohibited, that`s the way it is
Can you make sense out of this
Deciding how you want to live
Deciding what’s your personal bliss
A self-determined girl or boy
Not a governmental toy
Permission for your life to live
Is nothing that someone will give

Fireworks on the fourth of July
Independence day of hearts my oh my
Exploding in the sky so high
A colorful sweet lullaby
Like taking off my clothes in your room
Exploding in the sky so high
A colorful sweet lullaby
Like taking off my clothes in your room
Fireworks on the fourth of July

So the moral of the story book
Peter Pan kills Captain Hook
But the pirates they`re still here to fight
And another captain is in sight
To determine you as a lost boy
Not as a governmental toy
Is a choice for you to make
Choice is yours, it’s not too late

And Everyone here will see
What the imperative of Kant may mean
Like taking off my clothes in your room

Where have all the Goths gone?

Where have all the Goths gone?
We were the troubled kids in the corner of every schoolyard
Behind cigarettes and black shirts at the dead end of any educational chart
This was your competition no aphorism we refused the daily routine
Today it is different, my only real friend and the schoolyards are spotless and clean

Where have all the Goths gone?
And where are all the Punks?
Where are you subculture?
Submerged by German angst?

You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet,
you’ re just a drop of rain and soon you’ll be dead

We were the metal heads with the long streaky unwashed hair
With a burning ambition of love and hate for a slacky grunge millionaire
Labeled as life`s losers and drug abusers by those who fitted in
In a world without believer’s god will leave us, no longer need to commit a sin

Capitalism is still a threat
Oh I wish punk wasn`t dead
Some are misguided
Some are delighted
Many are frightened
That`s what you are

You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet,
you’ re just a drop of rain and ran over the cat

Young Men in old Cars

Roaring engines, like rockets from the sky
An Astronaut approaching Earth
Stratosphere, just one try
Burning rubber, a smell from outer space
Aiming for the Asphalt
We’re ready for the chase

Young Men in old cars came a long way down from Mars
They are more like a railroad train, breaking key, lock, door and chain
Young Men in old cars ready for a smooth ride down town
And if you can`t see the boys, you can hear that they`re around

There is no need to turn rust back into gold
It`s an appreciation of gracefully growing old
Foot down on the pedal, hands upon the wheel,
Engine’s moaning sweetly, the tires make a squeal

Young Men in old cars drawn into wheel cultural wars
They don`t care about the plastic rides, not even the Dude abides
Young Men in old cars cruising loosely overland
From the 8-Track Stereo sounds the tune of this void band

There is no need to change old against new
Are you like the many or are you like the few?

Pan Rock

It was the Nineties, outgoing 20th Century
We were young and we were free
And today we sometimes wear a tie
With hearts still young, it’s an Alibi

We were Alive! What is your excuse?
Wild at heart! Nothing to lose!

It was Millennium, our future bright, golden and clear
We were drunk and end was near
And today, we haven’t changed a bit
With hearts still young we don’t give a shit

War is over

War is over, who has won
Who’s alive, where are the guns
Crippled men on empty streets
They are fighting for their own needs
Let them bleed

Hanging in and passing through
All this madness just for you
Tanks go by in early hours
They believe they have the power
It tastes sour

When the black gives way to blue
Clouds roam on, where are you
Should all this have been done in vain
Should the heart domineer the brain

Holy men in dirty rags
Smile and place their evil bets
If you lose or if you win
Are you good or have you sinned

You have sinned
Maybe this song’s a metaphor
And you ask yourself what for
If you can’t tell, go fuck yourself
You’re the reason for this man-made hell
Hope you are well

When the blue gives way to black
All of it is coming back
History repeats again
War is over but remains