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Above at the Gallery
03:56
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Up there at the gallery blameless seat rows
heads of gentlemen peer desirous
high officials kiss the priest’s hand
all steer at the bound flesh down there.
From above strict commands
From the bottom up defiant look
From above tense silence
From the bottom up iron will.
chorus:
“Mercy!” – the silence wants to scream
Bravery sticks flowers into (the) guns
petrifies the hangmen’s arms.
Down there hopes and dreams of young blood
from dread they won’t avert their eyes.
They look defiant into the muzzles of the guns
there’s no excuse for betraying life
From above they turn their face away
From the bottom up they turn the other cheek
From above they pat each other's backs
From the bottom up they shout
A block of defiantness raises hands
Soldiers peer hard at the filled place
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2. |
Daily Routine
04:37
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Harm must be called to account.
Thoughtless we still look away.
Screams of pain are beyond
All ethnical reasons.
Oppressed beings,
Damned to eternity.
Anguished beings,
Just for careless pleasure.
Open your mind!
Here we are now, human slaves.
Start the revolt!
Here we are now, suffering souls.
Cease this torture!
Here we are now, bearing pain.
Stop genocide!
Here we are now, mass murdered.
Why would
You mistreat life?
Do you always show us your cold
Sensation?
Why would
You execute life?
(Do) You always act in the name of
Selfishness?
Suffer is daily routine
Though there’s no guilty conscience.
Since beginning of birth
Death sentence is imposed.
Degraded beings,
From life to a product.
Slaughtered beings,
Just for gaining profit.
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3. |
Free Far
03:56
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Far, free for only one hour
like the winds in the spheres
flying high over the days.
To drink light and eat foam of clouds
My tears bring the summer rain
my eyes the birth of colours.
Free!
To grant my soul wings
Free!
Drink light for one hour!
nothing more ‘bout infinite nights,
in which the eyes become big
of nameless misery.
Tears are dampening my cheeks
(of) the nights of insanity,
of images of hope,
My river leads me to the sea
huge, graceful water.
I’m a stream with waves
which seek the shore.
My only desire
to spill myself into this sea.
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4. |
Gateway
03:26
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She hurried up at first light
the fog danced ‘round her feet
as if clouds would greet the sleepy sea.
At the quay she turned her head
but house and tree were lost
she fears the heavy seas.
On deck she holds the wheel
the captain she’s never seen
but she’s sure each one knows the course.
She sets sails
she steers the course
She sets sails
and steers the course / Stay on course
The ship tamps
but she stands
She sets sails
and steers the course
to strange and distant lands.
She’d be dying to turn back
the winds carry her away
so her shore she’ll see nevermore.
Again she casts the meshes
the catch won’t be enough
to lay in stocks and ease the needs.
She doesn’t mind dark waters
and its’ unknown entities
but she worries ‘bout ripped nets and sails
She’s dreaming of her tree
which ascends defiantly
with his wry arms in the storm
The ship tamps but she stands
her sight goes straight ahead
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Again I pack my bags
Don’t turn my head back
Leave this place
And drive away
Hold onto all I love
Rush into a new part of life
Somewhere there’s a place where I feel home
Anything, anywhere
Something I can hold onto
Every single day I run away
run away from this familiar neighbourhood
the old pictures chase me
they were never on my walls
Waiting eyes in drafty places rooms
Sleepless home
Restless place
Home is a place where we settle down
But to your world we won’t belong
We tear off the mask and look through our eyes
Holding onto all we love
A brand new day
And brand new plans
But I still seek
For something I can’t reach
Hurry up to get the warmth of the sun
The wave’s spray rests never too long
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Minutes From Memory Stuttgart, Germany
We live, we die, we cry, we smile, we love, we hate, create, destroy – zwischen Wut und Verzweiflung, Liebe und Hass,
Hoffnung und Resignation pendeln die Song der vierköpfigen Screamo/Postrock Band MINUTES FROM MEMORY aus Stuttgart.
Wer nach einer Mischung aus Thrice, Alexisonfire, Paramore und Pianos Become The Teeth sucht, dem wird die Stuttgarter Band gefallen.
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