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Leave the night with me
05:41
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What’s on your mind, babe?
What will you find there?
Is it the wind up in the trees
Or the letters on their leaves?
When everything is war
And the father of things won’t stop asking for more
When like neon light
Shining merciless bright
On the ugliest parts of our pale-white flesh
When dignity is left behind for the sake of happiness
When they torn me out
In a world too loud
When all I’m longing for is pure
And still I’m dragged in some unasked-for cure
When truth is technology
When even poetry is assembling words to a soft machine
It was the end of all our games
When they gave things names
Leave the night with me
Leave the night with me
Leave the night with me
Leave the night with me
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2. |
The Barber of Sevilla
03:43
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The barber of Sevilla is a well-tended man
He’s always trying the best that he can
Well, the problem is that he’s supposed to shave
Only those men who won’t shave themselves
The barber of Sevilla is a desperate man
The garden of Shinzo’s a well-tended place
Flowers and rocks telling stories of grace
When the monks came looking for nothing
Trying hard not to fall into coughing
The garden of Shinzo’s a well-tended place
And oh, oh the sky as wide as it can be
Is holding rain and shine and possibility
Oh, oh the sky as wide as it can be
And I’m nothing but a jar
Well, it’s alright
Put in whatever you like
Out in the streets all the cars were on fire
Riots were raging, the tension got higher
Well, the street was taking it cool
Giving space to the drunk and the fools
Out in the streets all the cars were on fire
And me, I was sitting here waiting for her
Cicada, sadness and hedgehogs occur
I lost my sense of what it meant to be someone
Felt like a planet that was falling in the sun
Me, I was sitting here waiting for her
And oh, oh the sky as wide as it can be
Is holding rain and shine and possibility
Oh, oh the sky as wide as it can be
And I’m nothing but a jar
Well, it’s alright
Please, put in something I like
And oh, oh the sky as wide as it can be
Is holding rain and shine and possibility
Oh, oh the sky as wide as it can be
And I’m nothing but a jar
Well, it’s alright
Put in whatever you like
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3. |
What could be but isn't
03:13
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The heat is standing still today
Empty houses I’m passing by on my way
A baby is crying in the yard somewhere
Is this going anywhere?
And as we are driving through the fields we see
Man in the sweat of their faces in some kind of harmony
Bringing in the crops, thinking about their families
Are they speaking to me?
What could be
But isn’t
What could be
But isn’t
Another town another place
I can feel my body I can see my own face
In the rear-view mirror together with the men disappearing in the fields
To the humming of the wheels
What could be
But isn’t
What could be
But isn’t
And for the first time on that trip I felt I disappeared
Still I loved the gentle touch of that rippled steering wheel
Not knowing if I was knowing if I was even here
With the artificial leather seats so very real
I thought I could be whole and still aware
And while I knew that this was hardly a possibility
And that it’s probably the core of human tragedy
With the humming of the wheels speaking consolingly
I felt what our ancestors called love
What could be
But isn’t
What could be
But isn’t
Standing still in the heat again
Empty houses no one seems to be living in
Still a baby is crying in the yard somewhere
Guess I’ll go and take care
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4. |
Tell me a Story
04:38
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You might say there’s no story to tell
That after all everything is just running well
No tragedies, a record without grooves
No hill to climb and none from where to fall back down
Things are spinning around they cannot stop
There are wars as well as dimes that you might drop
There are waves that you can ride or can let go
But in the end what matters is where you are sticking to
Tell me a story
‘Cause maybe my story is only to listen, to listen, to listen
Tell me a story
‘Cause maybe my story is only to listen, to listen to yours
“It’s the end of history“, I hear you say
“Repeating, repeating, repeating day after day”
There a thousands of books and movies and it seems like they stole
Your life but now you should recapture your leading role
And tell me a story
‘Cause maybe my story is only to listen, to listen, to listen
Tell me a story
‘Cause maybe my story is only to listen, to listen to yours
The one of rise
The one of fall
The “nothing happens here at all”
Of being apart
And then together
An accident
A broken heart
The one of love that has been found
The one of lives that have been lived
And all of those where all of this just didn’t happen
Tell me a story
‘Cause maybe my story is only to listen, to listen, to listen
Tell me a story
‘Cause maybe my story is only to listen, to listen to yours
Tell me a story
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5. |
Rain into Snow
04:42
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Take the keys out of the door
For a long time no one’s come visit no more
Take the cars off of the street
We will be taking this trip right on our feet
How far must we go
Until the rain turns into snow?
Take the ball out of the game
Fathers and sons will never be the same
Take the birds off of the wire
They never been as free as the drunks in their midnight choir
How far must we go
Until the rain turns into snow?
Take the country out of me
If you take my soul it might set me free
Take the cattle off of the land
Will you follow, will you understand?
Will you follow, will you understand?
Will you follow, will you understand?
Will you follow, will you understand?
How far must we go
Until the rain turns into snow?
How far must we go
Until the rain turns into snow?
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Well, I’m just a boy at the side of a stream
Holding a branch in that fast running chutes
Watching the waves, being caught by a dream
I’m just a boy at the side of a stream
And now I’m just the branch in that little boys hand
Parting the stream and revealing its strength
It won’t make any difference but it’s changed ‘till the end
I’m just the branch in that little boys hand
Now I’m just the bark at that little boy’s branch
Piece after piece I’ll be fading away
The stream will take me in, it’s a bittersweet romance
I’m just the bark at that little boy’s branch
So as long as the river and as long as the boy
As long as the branch and as long as the bark
Are all staying together, are all playing the game
I’ll be staying right with them, I’ll be doing the same
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7. |
When the Animal
04:08
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Now that you’re caught in a trap
Like an animal that leg is grabbed
Fights its fight in the snow
In a distance a quiet glow
You think you have found your place
Your desperation as your only grace
The kind of truth that you’re looking for
The kind of arts where it’s all either or
So you’re resting there
In your sweet despair
Drawing pictures and fabling like you don’t care
And you’ll be resting there
Still you won’t be gone
When the animal will bite of its own leg and run
Now that you’re caught in a trap
By the way who put that trap to get you dead?
Is it freedom you get?
No one will ask you of a choice instead
So you’re resting there
In your sweet despair
Drawing pictures and fabling like you don’t care
And you’ll be resting there
Still you won’t be gone
When the animal will bite of its own leg and run
Now that you’re caught in a trap
Like an animal that leg is grabbed
Fights its fight in the snow
In a distance a quiet glow
So you’re resting there
In your sweet despair
Drawing pictures and fabling like you don’t care
And you’ll be resting there
Still you won’t be gone
When the animal will bite of its own leg and run
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8. |
Paradise
04:57
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If you would logout yourself
Shut down the machine
Turn away from everything
And blow out the screen
If the surface carrying you so far
The crystals merged to be your home
If the surface that’s been you so far
Is crushing like you’ve thrown a stone
The chair that you sit on
The floor and the heating device
The window you’re looking through
And the dust on the books of the wise
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Would be paradise
If you would logout yourself
From wherever you have logged yourself in
If you could forget for a while
And return to where you’ve never been
If you could stop to nurse your fear
If you’re stepping back until you disappear
If you could only change the scheme
If you could awake from that dream
The air in the courtyard
Heavy as soil and the skies
The old cobblestones gleaming
And the lights with the dancing flies
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Would be paradise
Oh, oh, oh
Oh, oh, oh
Would be paradise
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If my longing is the color
My desire is the form
When oblivion’s your mother
Your freedom is the storm
If your dream’s a revolution
You’re morning’s Robespierre
We can change the constitution
Can we change the way we care?
And in this web of if and then
Words relate and decay again
My body was in furor when I knew
I only matter because I matter to you
If this song was just the headline
You listening is the text
We’re close to another deadline
We sure hope we won’t be next
And where we are we cannot stay
And where we’re going there ain’t no way
My hands were in my pockets when I knew
I only matter because I matter to you
You, you, you, you
You, you, you, you
In this web of if and then
Words relate and decay again
Both my feet were in the ashes when I knew
I only matter because I matter to you
I only matter because I matter to you
I only matter because I matter to you
I only matter because I matter to you
I only matter because I matter to you
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10. |
The Blood
05:46
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Mothers and fathers and sisters and brothers
We’re all one of those, we relate to each other
She was this soul all alone with no ties
So in her place we cry
We can see her in diners and riding night liners
And how she is walking the streets day and night
But this hurting we feel and this sweetness within
It is ours, she knows nothing of it
Oh, and when the blood dripped to the floor again
She said: “Well, now I can feel what I have lost and what I never had”
The blood
There were people who took all they could off of her
There were people with love who protected her
But whoever they were and whatever they did
She just said she had to go
On a beach in a country which name she forgot
When the sun made the ocean look just like blood
She was thinking that maybe she could have a child
Was it when we thought she smiled?
Oh, and when the blood dripped to the floor again
She said: “Well, now I can feel what I have lost and what I never had”
The blood
We’re all just the same
There’s blood in our veins
We’re all just the same
There’s blood in our veins
We’re all just the same
There’s blood in our veins
We’re all just the same
There’s blood in our veins
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Marvel at Elephants Lüneburg, Germany
Marvel at Elephants is the Lüneburg, Germany based band consisting of Johan Poßin (Vocals & Guitar), Olaf Niebuhr (Bass & Vocals), Martin Dohrmann (Guitar) and Lars Plogschties (Drums).
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