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ODE TO MR. PUMPKIN / LACRIMOSA
Hello Mr. Pumpkin
never was afraid of your grin
only was infatuated with
haunting my heart in the dawn
you said I should go to bed
'cause yesterday's saviors are dead
I know my right hand used to be my left instead
so I opened my left again
but it was empty then
Mr. Pumpkin
to the bedlam I have been
and I heard every word
that you cannot save me from myself
so I've gotta find me someone else
who can save me from the nothing I've become
who can save me from drifting along
thanks for the advice
to get along with myself sometimes
and that you made me decide
between Tourniquet and suicide
and then it reaches you
who knows my heart is roaming to?
Mr. Pumpkin
I know I was a bumpkin
but I heard every word
that I have to change a lot
that I've gotta find me a new tin god
Bye-bye Mr. Pumpkin
lately I got afraid of jack-o'-lantern
and when we'll meet again
my hands will still be empty then
Servas a periculum
Servas a maleficum
Lacrimosa
dies illa
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CREDITS
Words & music: Robert van Oz
Piano, church organ & vocals: Robert van Oz
Churchbell: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Pumpkin: Kürbis
infatuated: in etwas vernarrt sein
Bedlam: Irrenhaus, Tollhaus
Drifting along: dahin treiben, schwelgen
Roam: umher irren
Bumpkin: Tölpel, Dummkopf
Tin god: Götze
Jack-o'-lantern: Irrlicht, Halloween-Kürbis
Servas a periculum:
Bewahre mich vor Gefahr (Latein)
Servas a maleficum:
Bewahre mich vor Boshaftem, Gottlosem (Latein)
Tourniquet: Aderpresse gegen Blutungen
Lacrimosa: Sequenz aus Mozarts Requiem
Lacrimosa dies illa: tränenreich jener Tag (Latein)
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LITTLE HARM
Yesterday I met an angel
he was fat
and smoked a cigarette
he said "why don't you come with me
to a bar
where you can get the best Pina Colada?"
he told me his ex-wife could spit fire
so we talked about the ones we admire
our sugarcane
the blood in our veins
over hill and dale
even beyond the pale
we would run for you
"maybe I get me a healing machine
then I would plug myself in"
I said I've got 10 thousand clocks at home
'cause I thought time could heal all my wounds
our sugarcane...
Yesterday I met an angel
stubborn and embittered
our hearts considered
everything and now we know
it's this little harm
that we love so
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Synth sax: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Sugarcane: Zuckerrohr
Stubborn: dickköpfig, störrisch
Embittered: verbittert
Consider: in Betracht ziehen, erachten
Harm: Schmerz, Schaden
Beyond the pale: Über d. Grenzen d. Anstandes
Over hill and dale: Über Stock und Stein
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VINCENT IN THE MOONYARD
maybe you're a thoroughbred
the most reckless in your hive
I have come with sugar bread
but it smacks of bitterness and strife
wild with wilder moods you are
the most ferocious thoroughbred
I hear you chuckle from afar
there is nothing I would regret
Monday 6 a.m.
don't know who you are again
the crop was poor and the winter was hard
it enraged my lionheart
Vincent, you never make it in the Moonyard
"I have my breakfast in bed
with lots of candy and flummery"
says the precious thoroughbred
whose deep thoughts made him so haughty
Tuesday 6 a.m.
don't know who are again
the crop was poor...
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Brass arrangement: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Thoroughbred: Vollblüter, Rassentier
Reckless: unbekümmert, rücksichtslos, sorglos
Hive: Bienenstock
Ferocious: grausam, grimmig, wild
Chuckle: kichern, leise lachen
Crop: Ernte
Lionheart: Löwenherz
Flummery: Flammeri, Süßspeise
Haughty: hochmütig, stolz
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THE TIPTOE SONG
you and me
for eternity
Hocus Pocus
wonderfully delirious
taking my last ride
to the eastern orchard side
where you told me that you loved me
I didn't care, 'cause I didn't dare
to tell you that I loved you too
the day you came by
with nothing on your lips than our lullaby
(I want to be with you
lying cold and buried in the ground - we two)
then tiptoe over the meadows
through brooks that are shallow
screamed your name
in the wood, in the rain
that was so cooling on my face
but it couldn't erase
that you lost your pride
your delight
please say that you're alright
the day you wanted to die
I held your hand and sang our lullaby
(I want to be with you
lying cold and buried in the ground - we two)
my dearest brother
guess I miss you now
guess it kills me somehow
they said you'd sleep well
heard the tolling of the knell
but it will always be
you and me
there's nothing I could cry
nothing I could sob or sigh
than our lullaby
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Synth flutes: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Lullaby: Schlaflied, Wiegenlied
Tiptoe: auf Zehenspitzen gehen, schleichen
Brook: Bach
Meadow: Weide, Wiese, Aue
Shallow: seicht, flach
Erase: auslöscheln, entfernen
Delight: Entzücken, Freude, Vergnügen
Toll: Läuten, Klingeln
Knell: Totenglocke, Grabgeläute
Sob: schluchzen
Sigh: seufzen
Hocus Pocus: hier: Geknutsche
Delirious: irreredend, fantasierend
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MARLENE'S INSANITY
Marlene, you once told me
yourself is the only one you'll never really know
and on the way to find you
some stroke gold, others came to harm
some drowned in pitty, others found charm
you said: it's getting complicated at home
with your insomnia you noticed
The freedom left
You told me tolerance left as well
but I doubt tolerance has ever been here
let me tell you that things change anyway
and Nick will make his way
and now he doesn't feel good
so let's find a way to get him well again
it's gonna be a hard way
and my Marlene once went astray
The freedom left
Marlene, go consoling your daddy
he seems to search for everything he ever raised
Marlene promised to try to fix it again
But there were too many splinters then
The freedom left
We stayed and the freedom left
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Synth sax & clarinet: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Strike gold: auf Gold stoßen
Drown: ertrinken
Insomnia: Schlafstörung, Schlaflosigkeit
Astray: vom Weg abkommen, verlorengehen
Console: trösten
Fix: in Ordnung bringen, festigen
Splinters: Splitter
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FOR THE CHERRIES
we never could blame this God
we never could tame this God
but we knew in some phases
he hid behind Christian phrases
so we could destroy him
with oblivion
when they said: God is dead
the cherries lost their red
devil's pulp and juice
tripped me and made me lose
we were diving for words
for our voices in this world
singing songs of mess and death
making me breathless
songs once so balmy
today are undercooling me
give me religion
or a bit of your tradition
and if I only could
I would become good
when he disappeared
there was nobody we really feared
behind the garden gates
Morelloes turned to deadly nightshades
oh you beautiful devil
won't you take me with you
in the dazzling bathroom light
I feel alright
I don't want to barter
sitting in the cold bath water
give me religion...
when they said: God is dead
the cherries lost their red
devil's pulp and juice
convinced me when I could choose
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano, church organ & vocals: Robert van Oz
Sample: demo cut in 2006, taken as prelude
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Tame: zähmen, bändigen
Phrases: Floskeln, Redensarten
Oblivion: Vergessenheit
Pulp: Fruchtfleisch
Trip s.o.: jdn. scheitern lassen
Mess: Durcheinander, Chaos
Balmy: lindernd, heilend, mild
Dazzling: blendend, grell
Barter: (ein-)tauschen
Morelloes: Morellen, Sauerkirschen
Deadly Nightshades: Die Tollkirsche
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FIR TREE LOG
do you really think I didn't see you
I've found you, it's your turn
but take care of this fir tree log
I stumbled over in the fog
I so scared of the silence
that's left
hammering on my head
I on the stairway
you on the carpet
smashed up
fallen to ground
mechanically
I don't know what you're doing today
hope you feel good in a retarded way
saw you last week in the fog
stumbling over this fir tree log
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Fir tree log: Tannenbaumstumpf
Retarded: geistig zurückgeblieben
Smashed up: zusammengeschlagen
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HELLO LUCIFER
hello Lucifer
how're your goats?
how's your Jesus, the beggar?
is he still hanging
still hanging up with his traitors?
tomorrow we'll do a barbecue
so could you lend me your pyre
then I'd burn all your blames in the fire
hello Lucifer
your face always blurred now is so clear to me
and Lula is the only girl
that don't wanna be a vet
please don't go yet
like God does when things become serious
so your apocalypse is fabulous
will she choke on her Easter egg?
if she dances on Jesus' back
I don't need no disintegration
I'm not afraid of the Inquisition
I never dared to read the epitaph
Lucifer, don't you blow the gaff
hello Lucifer
she's the noisiest girl in the beehive
for the rest of her life
and
she's
down to the grottoes
to the suburban ghettoes
crawling through the blades of roses
cutting her pantyhose
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Synth trumpet: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Goat: Ziege, Ziegenbock
Traitor: Verräter
Pyre: Scheiterhaufen.
Vet: Tierärztin
Disintegration: Zersetzung, Zerfall
Epitaph: Grabschrift, Grabinschrift
Blow the gaff: weitererzählen, tratschen
Choke: an etw. ersticken, verschlucken.
Blade: Blatt, Halm, Klinge
Pantyhose: Strumpfhose
Beehive: Bienenstock, Bienenkorb
Lula: fiktiver Charakter
Apokalypse: religiös.: Gottesgericht, Weltuntergang oder prophetisch - visionär als Ende der Geschichte.
Disintegration: 1989 Album der Band The Cure.
Epitaph: 4CD Livealbum der Band King Crimson.
Inquisition: Anlehnung an das Album "Inquisition Symphony" der Band Apocalyptica.
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BOYS IN THE TREES
suburban boys in the trees
always brought me onto my knees
all the mothers hated me
thought I'd take their kids away
their games with the girls
always stood in their back
with the beauty of the pain in the world
stood at the brim
when everything turned around them
at the brim of their whirl
with the beauty of the pain in the world
those beautiful people
let them crash down the steeple
let them bleed to death
let them hold their last breath
never was one of the beautiful
the plotting, the deceitful
was something in the pioneer years
before I was eaten up by all my fears
though they made me cry
I still liked to die for being somebody
instead of nobody
I can hear them calling me a faggot
I can hear them and I'd like to spit
into their beautiful faces
taking me to ecstatic places
those beautiful people
let them crash down the steeple
let them have a rainy day
let the rain wash their perfect mugs away
6.44
I wanna be more
the boys grew tall and handsome
they're gonna wear the uniform
and I stayed back
in my little crooked shack
watching those demigods
putting their dramas on
6.45
I'm still alive
those beautiful people
let them crash down the steeple
let the rain
wash me clean of them
suburban boys in the trees
still bring me onto my knees
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Brass arrangement: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Suburban: vorstädtich
Brim: Rand, Kante
Whirl: Getriebe, Strudel
Steeple: Kirchturm, Kirchturmspitze
Bleed to death: verbluten, ausbluten
Plotting: intrigant, hinterhältig
Deceitful: unaufrichtig, betrügerisch
Pioneer: Pionier, Vorkämpfer
Be eaten up: zerfressen werden
Faggot: Schwuchtel, Schwuler
Ecstatic: ekstatisch, verzückt
Mugs: Fratzen, Fressen, Visagen
Crooked: krumm,schief, schräg
Shack: Baracke, Schuppen, Hütte
Demigod: Halbgott
Handsome: attraktiv, ansehnlich
Putting on: vortäuschen, übertreiben
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PERSEPHONE YOUR GLOW
through the foam I scout
the prettiest arch angels fallen from their cloud
do you still play in the stovepipe?
'cause I didn't receive your vicious vibes
the joss stick fetishist always was ya hugest fan
pining between the fire and the frying pan
take me down to smouldering embers
show me your ardor
Persephone, show me your glow
though it's my urge to go
you with your fucking hallowed soul
never saw Persephone in this hole
you said I had a nice cape
and then you tried to escape
but I caught you in the drizzle here
to apologize and not to sizzle here
in the foam
all alone
do you still play there
surrounded by all the soot?
I've gone back to my roots
but sometimes at night
I'm still thinking of you
yes, sometimes at night
I think I hear a guitar
plaintively playing
in the stovepipe
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano, church organ & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Foam: Schaum
Stovepipe: Ofenrohr
Pine: schmachten, nach jmd. verlangen
Vicious vibe: bösartige Stimmung
Frying pan: Bratpfanne
Urge: Bedürfnis, Drang
Smoulder: schwelen, glimmen
Embers: Asche, Glut
Ardor: Feuereifer, Begeisterung
Hallowed: geweiht, geheiligt
Drizzle: Nieseln, Nieselregen
Sizzle: Brutzeln, Zischen
Soot: Ruß, Kaminruß
Plaintive: klagend, traurig
Between fire and frying pan:
vom Regen in die Traufe
Persephone: Göttin der Unterwelt u. der Welt der Toten und auch der Fruchtbarkeit in der griech. Mythologie
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NO ANGEL CAME
certain those clouds just roll by
so that I can see the perfect sky
you're lying on the lawn next to me
do we really end up right here?
In the last spring breeze
I caught a summer sneeze
In the deepest spring haze
I caught a summer daze
Sky opened up to heal
but no angel came
angels I don't miss you descending to me
but it's hard to wear a smile constantly
sometimes my scratch hurts a little more
but the worst hurt is the scratching on your door
In the last spring breeze...
I'm insecure if I caught another sneeze
if I'm marooned without air to breathe
underneath a perfectly broken sky
where my illusions are rolling by
In the last spring breeze...
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano, church organ & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Sneeze: Schnupfen
Haze: Nebel, Dunst, Vertrübung
Daze: Schwindelgefühl, Dusel, Beneblung
Descend: herabkommen, absteigen
Scratch at the door: an der Tür kratzen, scharren
Insecure: unsicher, ungewiss
Marooned: ausgesetzt
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POOL
it's getting cold outside
you're still in the pool
see you're quivering and freezing
but you'd never give up, never
always admired your stubbornness
and I'm sitting beside the pool
watching you restless
honey, I'm crying piteously so close to you
honey, if you look at me I'll smile again
honey, we're freezing but we're laughing
honey, time has passed by
it's gotten cold outside
you've given up without a sound
I have to dry you now
and you to calm me down
because they don't understand me
like I'm living
could you be as cruel
as they are to me?
honey...
honey, what you don't know is
I love you, but I never told you
promise that you'll always be
there for my suffering
and now my lungs are crying out for you
in their saddest tune
put on your loveliest smile
take me away with it for a while
there are some replies and I hold you tight
keeps us warm at the pool tonight
I don't dare to breathe
it could change my memories
and I do love you
you only stare at the pool
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Quiver: zittern, zucken
Admire: bewundern, verehren
Stubbornness: Dickköpfigkeit, Sturheit
Piteous: bitterlich, erbärmlich
Suffering: Erleiden, Erdulden
Restless: rastlos, ruhelos
memories: Erinnerungen, Andenken
Lungs: Lunge
Replies: Erwiderungen, Entgegnungen
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DIXIE LAND
riding since 4 a.m.
found someone to love again
my emotions
as blue as an ocean
never seen such a blue
like the Blues because of you
taking my baby by the hand
maybe we can even make it to Dixie Land
wave after wave
each mightier than the last
till last
a 9th one passed
it broke the light
it broke the calm
and was carrying me away from home
running down Amity
with the Blues inside of me
on the way to New Orleans
to meet the Pretty Baby in blue jeans
taking my baby by the hand
maybe we can even make it to Dixie Land
riding this bus
wherever it's taking us
I'm not sure where we go
and we'll never really know
riding on this bus
even Jesus is one of us
I have to go to Dixie
fuck off you blue
ocean
emotions
(old Missus acted de foolish part
and died for a man dat broke her heart
look away, look away Dixie Land)
now I understand
it's a hard way uphill to Dixie Land
riding since 4 a.m.
found someone to love again
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Brass arrangement: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Mighty: mächtig, gewaltig
Uphill: bergauf
Dixie Land: Bezeichnung für d. US-Südstaaten
9th wave: die neunte Welle. Auszug aus einem Gedicht über den Heiligen Gral von Tennyson
Pretty Baby: Anspielung auf den Film über ein Mädchen, was bei Prostituierten aus New Orleans aufwächst und den Tango lernt.
Old Missus acted...: Auszug aus den Dixie War Songs vom amerikanischen Bürgerkrieg 1861
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ANOTHER DOUGHNUT HOLE
didn't know what to do
'cause I was in love with you
and I lost heart and soul
crawled through another doughnut hole
for you it was a simple day
I killed my self-esteem everyday
my dignity was running out
my worth sold to the crowd
first you loved me, sugared me tenderly
and still you are so pretty
then you left me and drew me
you just drove me crazy
didn't know what to do...
(gained a little weight, a little hate)
maybe you were my Jesus
'cause you made me believe
believe in love and things that only hurt me
the last butterfly flew out of my stomach
woken up by your verbal kick
dear baker, bake me a lucky day
and someone who loves me
dear baker, if you see Mr. T
say hi from me
now I try to leave my best impression
my best expression
now it's over and undeniable
thought you were my unforgettable
crawled through another doughnut hole
and I'm never gonna crawl back again
(gained a little weight, a little hate)
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Electric guitar: Jonas Bethmann
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Self-esteem: Selbstachtung, Selbstwertgefühl
Dignity: Würde, Erhabenheit
Sugared: eingezuckert
Draw: hier: ausweiden
Undeniable: unleugbar, unbestreitbar
Mr. T:
US-Schauspieler, bekannt durch die Serie "Das A-Team".
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BITTERSWEET
here I stand
with a razorblade in my hand
it doesn't hurt me
'cause I forgot how to feel
the more I try to change
the more I stay the same
and just in vain
I threaten the rain
at the edge of the world
right there in this minute
I know who you really are
I know there's no Hallelujah
you say that
you love this life
especially when it stabs you with a knife
you say that
people judge your actions harder than their own
and they can cut you down with a simple frown
at the edge of the world
when the wind blows through your curls
I can be everything that you want me to be
if you just say that you wanna rest here with me
here I stand
with a razorblade in my hand
though I hurt myself today
you lost your spell, your sway
how bittersweet
what a bittersweet day
on which I can say
I'm okay
I'm okay
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Bittersweet: bittersüß
Razorblade: Rasierklinge
In vain: vergebens, erfolglos
Threaten: (be)drohen
Edge: Rand, Kante
Cut down: niederreißen, abholzen
Frown: Stirnrunzeln, finsterer Blick
Spell: Bann, Zauber
Sway: Zauber, Schwung, Bann
Hallelujah:
Ausruf und eigentlich Imperativ von preisen, verherrlichen
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BY THE WATERS
(instrumental)
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CREDITS
Music: Robert van Oz
Piano: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
n/a
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HALLELUJAH
Well I heard there was a secret chord
that David played and it pleased the Lord
But you don't really care for music do you?
Well it goes like this
The fourth, the fifth, the minor fall and the major lift
The baffled king composing Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Well your faith was strong but you needed proof
You saw her bathing on the roof
Her beauty in the moonlight overthrew you
And she tied you to her kitchen chair
She broke your throne and she cut your hair
And from your lips she drew the Hallelujah
Hallelujah
Maybe there's a God above
But all I've ever learned from love
Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
And it's not a cry that you hear at night
It's not that pilgrim who's seen the light
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
Hallelujah
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Leonard Cohen. © Sony Music Entertainment/ Columbia Ltd.
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Baffled: verblüfft
Minor: Moll, Tonart
Major: Dur, Tonart
Pilgrim: Pilger, Landstreicher
Overthrow: umwerfen, umstürzen
Outdraw: ausstechen
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LOVESONG
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am home again
whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am whole again
However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am young again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am fun again
However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am free again
Whenever I'm alone with you
You make me feel like I am clean again
However far away I will always love you
However long I stay I will always love you
Whatever words I say I will always love you
I will always love you
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CREDITS
Words & Music: The Cure, © Fiction Songs Records Ltd.
Rhodes & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
n/a
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RAINING BLOOD
Trapped in purgatory
A lifeless object, alive
Awaiting reprisal
Death will be their acquisition
The sky is turning red
Return to power draws near
Fall into me, the skys crimson tears
Abolish the rules made of stone
Pierced from below, souls of my treacherous past
Betrayed by many, now ornaments dripping above
Awaiting the hour of reprisal
Your time slips away
Raining blood
From a lacerated sky
Bleeding its horror
Creating my structure
Now I shall reign in blood!
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Slayer (Jeff Hammerman, Kerry King, published by Death's Head Music (ASCAP)
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Rain & thunderstorm samples: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Purgatory: Fegefeuer
Reprisal: Vergeltungsmaßnahme
Acquisition: Erwerb
Abolish: abschaffen
Treacherous: verräterisch
Betrayed: betrogen
Lacerated: zerrissen
Reign: regieren, herrschen
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SHE'S LIKE THE SWALLOW
She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love but love is no more
'Twas out in the garden that fair maid did go
A-picking the beautiful prim'rose
The more she plucked, the more she pulled
Until she got her apron full
She's out of those roses she made a bed
A stony pillow for her head
She lay her down, no word did say
Until the fair maid's heart did break
She's like the swallow that flies so high
She's like the river that never runs dry
She's like the sunshine on the lee shore
I love my love but love is no more
No more
No more
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CREDITS
Words & Music: traditional New Foundland
All vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Swallow: Schwalbe
Lee shore: windgeschützte Küstenseite
Apron: Korb, Gefäß
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SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT
Load up on guns
Bring your friends
It's fun to lose
And to pretend
She's overbored
And self-assured
Oh no, I know a dirty word
Hello,hello, hello, how low?
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
I'm worst at what I do best
And for this gift I feel blessed
Our little group has always been
And always will until the end
Hello, hello, hello, how low?
With the lights out it's less dangerous
Here we are now entertain us
I feel stupid and contagious
Here we are now entertain us
A mulatto
An albino
A mosquito
My libido
A denial, a denial, a denial
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Nirvana, © Virgin Songs
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Self-assured: selbstsicher, voll Selbstvertrauen
Contagious: ansteckend, übertragbar
Mulatto: Jemand, mit einem schwarzen und einem weißen Eltern -und Vorfahrenteil
Libido: Geschlechtstrieb
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THE FIRST SNOWFLAKES
(instrumental)
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CREDITS
Music: Robert van Oz
Piano: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
n/a
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MARY OF SUBURBIA
some say she was in love with a Punk star
some say just because of his big car
there she goes, there she goes, Mary of Suburbia
Mary, you've got torn nylons
saw you in the parking lot with that Punk God
but you've never born his son
Mary, you have the prettiest petticoat
so I sent you the lines I never wrote
I'm going to lose my sanity
Mary, you've got a torn prom-dress, too
what has he done to you?
some say she couldn't be sacred anymore
some say she's all they ever longed for
there she goes, there she goes, Mary from next door
Mary, you've born Mrs. Jesus
last weekend in Elmer Fudd's backyard
and your hair it was filling up the sky
Mary, you're still his little maiden
and maybe I'll meet you once again
Mary, you left us barefoot without a rosary
but the Punk God's victim - she is free
some say she was the only light in town
some say the only light he ever found
don't you go, don't you go, Mary we need you so
we've got enough pagan Gods to pray to
but we've got no woman like you
there she leaves, there she leaves,
Mary of Suburbia
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CREDITS
Words & music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
Synth trumpet: Robert van Oz
"Mary Of Suburbia" enthält ein Sample des Songs "Tourdion", nach Pierre Attaingnant, 1530
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Nylons: Strumpfhosen
Petticoat: Unterrock
Sanity: Vernunft, Verstand
Prom-dress: Abschlussballkleid
Sacred: heilig, sakral
Maiden: Jungfrau, Jungfer
Parking lot: Parkplatz
Backyard: Hinterhof, Garten
Rosary: Rosenkranz
Pagan Gods: heidnische Gottheiten
Elmer Fudd: Zeichentrickfigur
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JACKASS AND THE FLEA
why can't you move out of my head?
why did I make you immortal instead?
tell me jackass and the flea
on the road down to Jamboree
you said I'm sweet morning dew
seems I'm only the shit under your shoes
I'd like to make you crawl
I'd like to make you fall
from grace
into a little maze
wanna go with jackass and the flea
on the road down to Jamboree
so I was getting lost on a floe
had some yoke upon my toe
wanna stroll down this road
with a more colorful mood
with jackass and the flea
on the road down to Jamboree
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Robert van Oz
Piano, church organ & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Jackass: Esel, Grautier
Flea: Floh
Jamboree: Fest
Fall from grace: in Ungnade fallen
Maze: Irrgarten, Labyrinth
Floe: Eisscholle
Stroll down: hinunter schlendern
Yoke: das Joch, die Last
Toe: der Zeh, die Zehe
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UNDERWATER CITY
when a gingerbread man
knocks on your door then
Christmas is on the road
with a carol on its lips I've been told
couldn't hide my imaginary friend
from the government
hope they will dream their worst dream
today I run a little hate machine
I heard that people don't live or die
I heard that people just float by
to their new society
in their new finery
yes, so it goes
as the water flows
taking you and me
to the underwater city
I went to places where I wasn't home
that's why it's Christmas and I'm all alone
but I never did pretend
my sweetest imaginary friend
'cause I cannot become someone
that I'm not supposed to be
but in times like these
it can ease
this soul inside of me
now I hope that people don't live or die
I hope that people just float by
I hope they will be loved
by their new society
in their new finery
yes, so it goes
as the water flows
taking you and me
to the underwater city
I sang this piece
for some ease and release
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CREDITS
Words & music: Robert van Oz
Piano & vocals: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Gingerbread man: Lebkuchenmann
Carol: Weihnachtslied
Imaginary friend: imaginärer Freund
Government: Regierung
Float by: vorbei gleiten, treiben
Finery: Glanz, Pracht, Putz
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THE SPRAINED HEART
today it's not broken
today it's only sprained (repeated)
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CREDITS
Words & music: Robert van Oz
Piano,vocals & heartbeat sample: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Sprained: verstaucht
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SUMMERTIME
Summertime,
And the livin' is easy
Fish are jumpin'
And the cotton is high
Your daddy's rich
And your mamma's good lookin'
So hush little baby
Don't you cry
One of these mornings
You're gonna to rise up singing
Then you'll spread your wings
And you'll take to the sky
But till that morning
There's a'nothing can harm you
With daddy and mamma standing by
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CREDITS
Words & Music: George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
Piano & vocal: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
n/a
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SILENT BLUE / QUIETUDE
(instrumental)
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CREDITS
Music: Robert van Oz
Piano: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
Quietude: Ruhe, Friede
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MEINE ENGEN GRENZEN
Meine engen Grenzen,
meine kurze Sicht bringe ich vor dich
Wand'le sie in Weite:
Oh, erbarme dich
Meine ganze Ohnmacht,
was mich beugt und lähmt bringe ich vor dich
Wand'le sie in Stärke:
Oh, erbarme dich
Mein verlornes Zutraun,
meine Ängstlichkeit bringe ich vor dich
Wand'le sie in Wärme:
Oh, erbarme dich
Meine tiefe Sehnsuchtnach Geborgenheit bringe ich vor dich
Wand'le sie in Heimat:
Oh, erbarme dich
Oh, erbarme dich
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CREDITS
Words & Music: Eugen Eckert & Winfried Heurich
© Studion Union im Lahn-Verlag
Church organ & vocal: Robert van Oz
VOCABULARY & TERMS
n/a
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