#141: "Tombs" (2005)

Spaß.

LYRICS

I'm rid of everything

I'm through with it,

under my smile

I'm untertaking myself.

rain down on me,

love of the century

Could you please bury me?

show me a tomb.

And there are no more directions

there's no use for perfection

there's just us in the dirt

we're lonely and hurt.

I'll be walking right on.

With my head in the sand.

so why can't you hear me?

I'm trying again.

rain down on me

love of the century

could please bury me?

Come on, be my tomb.

(Chorus)

we're the perfect addition,

the checksum of life.

we're on our mission

to reach neon light.

the nights we lose

are the ones we use

to break it all up,

to fuck ourselves up.

to fuck.

#87: "The silent trees" (2005)

Ska / Punkrock. Sadly, my voice was pretty damaged while I was recording that song.

LYRICS
the silent trees are watching us
how we try to tame the beast
they stand and grow but they don't trust
us, because we're pleased
pleased to see them dying
to see old women crying
'cause they've lost their child
and all the things they've ever had.

the silent trees are watching us
how we try to stay together
they stand and grow and all they trust
is the changing weather.

'cause we are much too small
to be something at all
the trees might recognize
while they think about their fuckin' lives.

shake shake shake that branch
shake shake shake that branch for me
shake shake shake that branch
shake shake shake the whole tree.

#77: "In position" (2005)

Well, it's up to you to decide what this song is about.

LYRICS

gardens of the female state

line up quick to demonstrate

us a blue pollution, lost in prostitution

fuckers of the scorched whores

swim across the wooden shores

of beds in intuition, crawling in position

jesus get down on your knees

to suck

I'll soon be back, I promise

your tears will be forgotten

I'll embrace you at the very dawn of nothing

and we will see a new light rising

rising on the edge of town

where the forest begins

and simplicity ends.

women of the scraping sky

force your bodies to sacrifice

your own excuse, for the next abuse

(chorus)

sing along, sing along!

#56: "It is too simple" (2005)

He's not happy.

LYRICS
I'm waiting for the time to flow
in my little prison cell
and I'm hoping for a life that's real
and a place where I could dwell
a body I could touch and smell
and somebody that I could tell
the truth about the loss of chances
and all those fucking circumstances

if the truth is shining
don't let it be the sun.
and if the truth is crawling in
prepare yourself for the second spin

miles away the bodies bleak -
I'm home again and hoping
for a second try.

I'm waiting for the time to pass
in my little prison cell
and I'm hoping for a life that's real
and a place where I could dwell
a body I could touch and smell
and somebody that I could tell
the truth about the loss of chances
and all those fucking circumstances

#7: "A song for her" (2005)

SONG

NOTES
"Radio" ist bis dato mein einziges Album mit E-Gitarren. Es klingt roh, unfertig und aus heutiger Perspektive auch sehr amateurhaft. Die Songs mag ich allerdings immer noch gerne, da sie wenig um den heißen Brei herumeiern.

LYRICS

This is a song for her

she took my past, she took my future

tangled me up and cut me into pieces

and here I am

disillusioned, naked, sore

calm and happy, wanting more

saying: she's a whore

This is a song for her

she cooked my mask, she ate my future

defended the cut and cut me

(chorus)

please

go away! go away!