1. LA DANSE DES COEURS BRISES

(Intrumental)


2. MAYBE FIRST WE DIE

There was nothing else
It all became her
And I´m so shameless
In my individuality
Delusion - confusion

Run but you don`t know where
Actually

These dramatics are boring
Aren´t there any new parts to play
This hangover's nothing
And I could handle a bit more pain
This one like the last one
This thought like all the rest
This drink like the last drink
And the next

Maybe first we die
And then forget.


3. PLEASURE AND PAIN

You´re the wind beneath my wings
You´re the water I´m gliding in
You´re the earth on which I'm thrown
You´re the fire burning my
Heart and soul

You´re the air that I breath
And you´re the water I'm thirsting for
You´re the earth my seeds were sawn
You´re the fire burning my
Heart and soul

And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain
And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain

You´re the storm that broke my wings
You´re the flood I was drowning in
You´re the earth in which I´ll be buried
You´re the fire burning my
Heart and soul.

And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain
And you mean everything to me
You´re everything I deserve
Pleasure and pain


4. EASTER SONG

If there´d be angels on earth
How´d they look like?
Maybe just like you
With a sweet smile on the face
And this "all knowing - all loving" eyes

And maybe they appear
When we´re loosing believe in love
And ourselves
But they won´t solve any problems for us
But make us move
Make us understand
They bring us the love of the gods
And we fall in love, yeah
Glory and pain, yeah
This is hard ´cause we are weak
And they are free like the wind

Angels are free like the wind

Angels can´t be with the man
Only if they really wish to feel
What is love, desire and pain
All the good and the bad
And they´ll stop to fly
And take the hand
Of their chosen one
But there´re still this
"All knowing - all loving" eyes

I wish I was the one
You´d stop flying for a moment

I wish I was the one

Angels are free like the wind

I wish I was the one
You´d stop flying for a moment


5. CEREMONY AFTER A FIRE RAID

My selves
The grievers
Grieve
Among the street burned to tireless death
A child of a few hours
With its kneading mouth
Charred on the black breast of the grave
The mother dug, and its arms full of fires.
Begin
With singing
Sing
Darkness kindled back into beginning
When the caught tongue nodded blind.
A star was broken
Into the centuries of the child
My selves grieve now, and miracles cannot atone.
Forgive
Us forgive
Give
Us your death that my selves the believers
May hold it in a great flood
Till the blood shall spurt,
And the dust shall sing like a bird
As the grains blow, as your death grows, through our heart.
Crying
You're dying
Cry,
Child beyond cockcrow, by the fire-dwarfed
Street we chant the flying sea
In the body bereft.
Love is the last light spoken. Oh
Seed of sons in the loin of the black husk left


6. MISTAKES

Nothing has changed
I´m still the man I used to be
Sometimes too loud
Sometimes too proud
Sometimes cruel like a child
So nothing has changed and I
Don´t want it to stay this way

Why do we have to make mistakes
On our own to grow
Why can´t we learn from these mistakes
The otherone did before

So, nothing has changed
Still trust my instinkts
But hate it to be right
Cause I may warn you
As much as I want
It won´t help
You´ll just walk ahead
So, nothing has changed and I
Don´t want it to stay this way

Why do we have to make mistakes
On our own to grow
Why can´t we learn from these mistakes
The otherone did before


7. ANOTHER CONVERSATION

The conversation of prayers

The conversation of prayers about to be said
By the child going to the bed and the man on the stairs
Who climbed to his dieing love in her high room
The one not caring to whom in his sleep he will move
And the other full of tears that she will be dead

Turns in the dark on the sound they know will arise
Into the answering skies from the green ground
From the man on the stairs and the child by his bed
The sound about to be said in two prayers
For the sleep in a safe land and the love who dies

Will be the same grief flying. Whom shall they calm
Shall the child sleep unharmed or the man be crying
The conversation of prayers about to be said
Turns on the quick and the dead and the man on the stairs
To night shall find no dying but alive and warm

In the fire of his care his love in the high room
And the child not caring to whom he climbs his prayer
Shall drown in a grief as deep as his true grave.
And mark the dark eyed wave through the eyes of sleep
Dragging him up the stairs to the one who lies dead


8. STRANGE KINDE OF LOVE

A strange kind of love
A strange kind of feeling
Swims through your eyes
And like the doors
To a wide vast dominion
They open to your prize

This is no terror ground
Or place for the rage
No broken hearts
White wash lies
Just a taste for the truth
Perfect taste choice and meaning
A look into your eyes

Blind to the gemstone alone
A smile from a frown circles round
Should he stay or should he go
Let him shout a rage so strong
A rage that knows no right or wrong
And take a little piece of you

There is no middle ground
Or that's how it seems
For us to walk or to take
Instead we tumble down
Either side left or right
To love or to hate


9. TOSCANA

I close gently in my hand
What I intend to keep
And let fall the rest
From basements backrooms and these cruel extremes
Take these thoughts from my head

In the morning I see clearly
That all is wrong
And I'm just another going down

The perfume from the cut
Makes me ache
Whiskey clouds thought
Drive reason away
Your love is as twisted as the world I see
And all your touch is apology

In the morning I see clearly
That all is wrong
And I'm just another going down.


10. THE BALLAD OF THE HALF BRAINED MAN

Born on a Wednesday noon,
Somewhere in the midlands,
They´d mistaken half his brain for the afterbirth and
Threw it away.
Since that day he always needed someone to look after him.
His half-hearted mother gave him away
So his half-brother took care
Brought him down again
Since he was only running upstairs
Took off the clothes he´d forgotten to take off,
Whipped his back when he´d shit in his pants
Cause he´d forgotten to take them down while sitting on The pot.
Another reason for why he never had friends:
He was unbearably forgetful, dumb and smelled.
On the day his half-brother died he had to start to grow
And look after himself,
He got a part time job in a library
And yeah, you know the story, he never finished a book,
Even though he´d started them all.

One day, in the pub, after work, having half a pint
He realized for the first time
That there was something missing in his life
For the first time he was aware of his loneliness
What caused a flood of half pints
Till he got thrown out and stumbled towards home.
From the next day on he was looking for his woman
But of course, none of those he had chosen was in any kind Attached to him.
He got very frustrated and depressive,
Drunk ways too much and still smelled;
Remember this little restroom - problem!
This also didn´t help the situation.
He was so sick and tired of his half-a-live
That he´d decided to commit suicide
And shot himself in the head.
Nothing happened of course
It was the wrong side of the skull - the one with no brain.

He was taken to the hospital where he,
Packed in bandage stumbled into a person on the corridor
Packed in bandage, too.
But oh-god, it was a female with her skull dressing on the
Opposite side than his...
Half a year later they were married
And when their child was born - oh what a miracle:
It was fully brained.

He was the most happy person on this planet even though he
Was still
Unbearably forgetful, dumb and smelled...
So, their life became more and more difficult,
She slept when he was awake,
She shut doors when he wanted them open...
Their love turned into hate
And one day she took the child and left him.
It looks like females can deal better
With half brained lives than males.
She went back to her mother
Where she still lives her happy half-brained life.

But he drowned in deep depressions again,
Became worse than ever before and,
Yes, one day he took the old gun again and...bang...
This time he got the right side.
He´d learned something after all.


11. LA DANSE DES COEURS BRISES (VERSION)

Triste et gracieuse
Elle dodeline
Tel une cygne glisserait sur les vagues
Qui seraient ma perte et mon naufrage
Plus rien ne peut l´arrêter
Elle danse la danse des coeurs brisés.

Triste et gracieuse
Elle berce l´enfant dans ses bras
Et ses larmes tournoient
Dans lesquelles je me noie
Je ne peux plus la retenir
Je ne suis plus celui qui...
Elle danse la danse des coeurs brisés.

Triste et gracieuse
Elle se replie dans sa douleur
La voir tant souffrir
Me brise le coeur
Dans sa beauté et sa grâce
Je me suis perdu
Et comme elle, moi aussi, je suis seul

Elle danse la danse des coeurs brisés.