LYRICS

SUNSET POINT

 

I want to be here, you want to be higher
I want to stay near, you want to spit fire

you and me, we can’t share this coin
but we will meet again at sunset point

I thought we could join forces
and find a common ground
ride bareback horses
and let the world spin around

we have to part
I need a new start and you need to follow your heart

this is farewell but it’s not the end
you remain in my book as a friend

you and me, we can’t share this coin
but we will meet again at sunset point

I guess we have to stop trying
and accept how it is
no point in lying
when you fell down the abyss

we have to part
I need a new start and you need to follow your heart

do you remember the first time we took to the sky?
did you surrender the last time we said goodbye?
red and blue line up in time
and night and day are joined at sunset point

I need a new start and you need to follow your heart

THE ISLE OF DOGS

 

THE ISLE OF DOGS

I went down to the river and I went up on the hill
but wherever I go, I only find time to kill
and your lies still echo inside my head
and your eyes lead the way

I guess I stay a little longer, looking for a road I haven’t walked down yet
but whatever I was looking for, it’s one of those things I tend to forget

I remember the isle
white smoke and the hint of a smile
the memory dies, I look up to the skies

and your lies still echo inside my head
and your eyes lead the way

I went down to the river and I went up on the hill
but wherever I go, I only find time to kill
and your lies still echo inside my head
and your eyes lead the way lead me away

DOWN TO THE RIVER

down to the river where I used to stay
when you packed your bags and went astray

down to the river, where you once took my hand
maybe I will finally understand


the water’s moving, your lips are too
but my mind is standing still like
you at the crossroads in a long forgotten land
kneeling down and reaching out to touch the sand

and as the sand runs through your fingers
a hearse is passing by the driver almost lingers
but you scared him with your eyes

down to the river where I’ll wait
until you come back home it’s not too late

THE SEA

the sea, it always waits for me
whenever I come back, it’s still a mystery, the sea

I feel so alive when the surging sea hits me
the sun in my face and the canvas ready to take me away, out of the bay

the sea, it always waits for me
whenever I come back, it’s still a mystery

wind is all I need and solitude is all I seek this time
and finally all I can see, is a straight horizon line

and when I’m home I sit inside and watch the rain run down my windowpane
then I think about the days, spent fighting waves
I miss the rough rope in my hand and the sand and the smell of the sea

the sea, it lies before me like a canvas for my dreams
and I can see the future coming, can see the past retreat
but I can’t breath, I can’t breath

BLACK BEACON SOUND

so we beat on
boats against the current
borne back ceaselessly into the past


into the past but never stand still
if you join in, I’m sure that we will
against all odds, find the isle of dogs

let’s meet by the lighthouse, when the sun is low
there are so many things I want to show you

long island shores long left behind
all we need right now is in our minds


and everything is turning around
when you enter the black beacon sound

let’s meet by the lighthouse, when the sun is low
there are so many things I want to show you

the black beacon sound will change who you are
and what you hear is what you saw
the black beacon sound is coming through
delivered by us and absorbed by you

so we beat on
boats against the current
borne back ceaselessly into the past

and now we gonna sell you black beacon glue
and black beacon screws
and sing the black beacon blues
and wear some black beacon shoes
then paint them black beacon blue
enjoy the black beacon view
and have a black beacon stew

GREEN HILLS OF HOME

at some point in time, the highway blues seemed like the perfect song to sing
but some memory, inside your head, you can’t forget, is lingering


would you like to take my hand and tell me things I can understand?
I would like to go and climb the ancient willow tree, like we used to do in memory

green hills of home
I see them tonight
small specks of light
through the trees
so green

I don’t need the seven seas, this black sound is enough for me right now
and yes I’m back, but still not sure, if I’ve found the illness or the cure


would you like to take my hand and tell me things no one understands?
we could go so far, we just need to find an open car

green hills of home
I see them tonight
small specks of light
through the trees
so green

oh so green

small lives inside
quicksand of time
the land divine
green hills of home

MOONSHINE AT MIDNIGHT

top down, highway sunset, a desert full of scars
the hitchhiker says he knows a shortcut to the stars
the gas station man can’t fool you, you know you’re being watched
let’s just hope that I’ll reach the sea

how should I know if I’m heading in the right direction
aren’t you tired of these endless imperfections
how should I know that I’m not circling ‘round the light
please tell me that it’s gonna be alright

with moonshine at midnight

the moon is shining in my brain
moonshine lighting up my veins
your eyes reflect a silver star
and down in the city nobody knows where you are

moonshine set me free
let this light shine on me
moonshine bone white
let this light shine bright
moonshine at midnight

TRANSLUCENT ENGINEERING

here I stand, a figure by the road
my wife has left me and the car is long sold
bygone the days when I was loved throughout the land
bestselling author, my name a famous brand
behind the trees, where the hilltop meets the sky
is where I used to go to let my mind fly high
like rain the words were pouring down and
lined up neatly on my string of thought
I wove into the fabric of a dream


soon I’ll write again, I thought a while ago
I’ll just sit down and watch the letters flow
onto the paper, to form the story of
two retired clergymen united in their scorn
but after the first page I can’t carry on

do you remember the flicker of the gas station light?
and do you recall the smell of the dark summer night?
you were sitting right beside me with that dog
and I just kept on driving into the fog
do you remember?


I do remember, but the words don’t come out right
I try to focus, but the page is still white

translucent engineering inside my mind
and everyone knows there’s no comparison to find
something’s inside and needs to get out
to be diluted with doubt

the empty streets I’m walking, in search of inspiration
remind me of another time
and just as suburban fences can’t repel the shadows
I can’t escape my dead life

translucent engineering inside my mind
and everyone knows there’s no comparison to find
something’s inside and needs to get out
to be diluted with doubt

translucent engineering inside my mind
translucent engineering so hard to find
translucent engineering forever entwined
translucent engineering absolutely combined

GOOD MORNING DYSTOPIA

 

PROLOGUE

good morning dystopia, I’m sorry but I quit
at the heart of this urban war I’ve got to admit
that I’ve been a fool sometimes
but it’s been tough with you, too
oh, what a fool I’ve been to trust in you


5 am, I wake up in my so called home
the only thing I’m sure of is that I’m all alone


good morning dystopia, now I can see
all these years you’ve been all around me
and I’ve been a fool to trust in you
oh tell me what to

FRAGILE FREEDOM

 

a thousand eyes are watching me
as I walk down this street
they see what I see
everybody I meet


down from the walls of this city
every step is observed
they feel no pity
it’s not what you deserve


it’s a fragile freedom and it has to be seen
it’s a fragile freedom don’t you know what I mean?


total confusion wasted in vain
no revolution will kill every urge to reign


it’s a fragile freedom and it has to be seen
it’s a fragile freedom don’t you know what I mean?

ALIENATION

 

so here we are now let’s see what we’ve got
there is this young man
who once woke up in his bed all alone
and he discovered he was wrong
the world he believed in never existed


the young man’s name is Paul
we’re going to listen to his thoughts
while he’s talking to himself
which makes no sense at all


tell me how to get ready
tell me what to do
give me something steady
something to hold on to
don’t tell me that I’m drifting
I know I’m drifting well
life is not persistent
we’ll all meet up in hell

SUBWAY

 

sedated in the subway
by magnetic screens
news about people
nobody needs


pitchblack rollercoaster
neon-blinded eye
brainwash prose
every word a lie


beware of those violent guys
kicking the shit out of you
while you wait for the train to arrive


empty faces
the smell of lead
no salvation
dawn of the dead


darker tunnels
no control
I don’t belong here
deep in a hole


beware of those violent guys
kicking the shit out of you
while you wait for the train to arrive

RED SKY

 

red sky over our town
can’t make you stay
it’s the first time someone’s come around
don’t run away


red sky red blood on my hands
now you have to stay
back on my own again
I still hear you say


nothing’s made for eternity
not even you
not even me


the madman’s selling silver spoons
put them in your mouth
you’d better be fast and be someone
or you’ll get thrown out


I am missing something
maybe it’s on the other side
and I know that something’s wrong
because the sky glows red at night

INSOMNIA

 

long ago I went west with the winds
to the city of the moving shadows
it didn’t take long before I became a shadow myself
and now I’m lost in this cement garden
the cement garden that I used to crave


I see the city in the people and smiles fade away
it brings grief in their hearts
what makes them stay?
yet the city’s got a certain beauty
more and more are coming in
and I’m still here filled with fear
waiting for the dawn


I just did what I’ve been told
I didn’t know that I’d been sold
and now I’m nothing more than a pale silhouette
so I went up to the old big house
waited for the stormy clouds
to light a fire no one will extinguish


the ever growing concrete plains surround me
the everlasting sound of cars it drowns me
and I see the walls closing in
somehow I have to escape


drifting through insomnia to wake up in a dream
and it’s always getting stranger than it seemed to be

THE GUARDS

 

wake up, look around to see
what it means to be free


here, they’re coming all dressed in black
with the finger on the trigger
we’re here to say what we think
but they seem to gain vigour
some idiots are throwing stones now
“time to get lost” you say
the crowd of guards is getting bigger
we’re turning and running away


stand against the wall now then look to me
your picture is taken for your own safety
I remember the last time in this room
I didn’t think I’d be here again so soon


supersonic silence scissors
please cleave this ancient spell
I hope that someone’s making sure that
the guards will burn in hell


I’m watching you
you’re watching me
she’s watching Paul

and the eye in the sky is watching us all


so the city still got me in it’s iron claw
don’t trust your neighbours, don’t trust the law
and if it hits you, you can’t run away
you can’t hide you can’t stay


the guards will get you – you know they will
you better start running they’ve got the licence to kill
do you remember the last time in that room?
you better do, cause the next time will be your doom

ALASKA

 

let’s go to Alaska find the mountain peace
I know I should ask her: come with me please
we’ll look down on Alaska from a mountain view
I see a stir inside of you


where land meets water
where space meets time
where earth meets air
and body meets mind
times of wisdom
in an age of fools
seasons of darkness
and a spring of hope

SHINE

 

shine until the end of your time
I could hold my breath forever
forever is not too long


sigh when you found some peace of mind
come with me and dream away


could this be the one idea we had?
maybe it would have been better
to stay in our cage

EPILOGUE

 

good bye dystopia so I finally quit
and absorbed by rural awe I’ve got to admit
that I was right to go and leave you to die
after all I don’t believe your lies anymore
good bye dystopia let’s not pretend
while composing your epitaph
we both know it’s the end

all lyrics by Tobias Geberth