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Ursprünglich als 'droney' angelegt, haben ein paar bpm mehr den Song nach und nach sachte in Richtung Rock geschoben, ohne aber seinen psychedelischen Kern anzutasten. Wechselnde, teils gegensätzliche Elemente sorgen zudem für einen Touch 'progressive'. Harmonisch deutet auch der Orient ein Lüften seines Schleiers an. Und - 'Noise' ist wahrscheinlich Lebenselixier der Band, wenn sie dem Geiste huldigt, der stets verneint.
Thomas K. : drums | Ingo M. : bass, robeetah, synth | Oliver Z. : vocals | Marc P. : guitar| salamisound : Basis-Soundfiles (Geräusche : Verkehr, Schritte,Türen).
Thomas K. : drums | Ingo M. : bass, robeetah, synth | Oliver Z. : vocals | Marc P. : guitar| salamisound : Basis-Soundfiles (Geräusche : Verkehr, Schritte,Türen).
KATHMANDU
When I came home at the end of the day,
I was tired and a little bit desperate
I hadn't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all.
Faded pictures on the wall -
empty bottles on the table
Every night and every day, again and again and again
I can get no sleep, I can get no sleep
I don't fall asleep, ‘cos sleep is the cousin of death.
And don't feel sorry for me, life is the sacrifice,
before we die.
Giving you all the promise - inside it was a lie.
All the voices – this is the end
And all the choices – with god I contend
I throw the chains of my life, shattering on the floor
All devices – I cannot defend
And all the trices – on which I depend
A lonely summer morning - my path in shining light.
To dark – to bright
a lie – the truth
the price - I pay
the fear – my guts
the end – despair
a tear – I swear
awake – forsake
your soul – avoid
the core – so deep
my hope - fading away
Uuuuuuhuuuuuhhuuuuuu
I’m the emptiness
The pain inside your soul
All devices – I cannot defend
And all the trices – on which I depend
My body is a grave
My thoughts are burning down
I’m feeling like a slave
Until the morning light
Corrosion of my flesh
In my emptiness
I’m crawling through my blood
No salvation
Tear down my slough
Radio
8 o’ clock, Daily News!
This is Radio Kathmandu on 7051 fm
Police drowns in confusion
Last night a German woman disappeared,
without a trace.
-Solo-
All the voices - - - -
* * *
© REBOOT 2014
When I came home at the end of the day,
I was tired and a little bit desperate
I hadn't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all.
Faded pictures on the wall -
empty bottles on the table
Every night and every day, again and again and again
I can get no sleep, I can get no sleep
I don't fall asleep, ‘cos sleep is the cousin of death.
And don't feel sorry for me, life is the sacrifice,
before we die.
Giving you all the promise - inside it was a lie.
All the voices – this is the end
And all the choices – with god I contend
I throw the chains of my life, shattering on the floor
All devices – I cannot defend
And all the trices – on which I depend
A lonely summer morning - my path in shining light.
To dark – to bright
a lie – the truth
the price - I pay
the fear – my guts
the end – despair
a tear – I swear
awake – forsake
your soul – avoid
the core – so deep
my hope - fading away
Uuuuuuhuuuuuhhuuuuuu
I’m the emptiness
The pain inside your soul
All devices – I cannot defend
And all the trices – on which I depend
My body is a grave
My thoughts are burning down
I’m feeling like a slave
Until the morning light
Corrosion of my flesh
In my emptiness
I’m crawling through my blood
No salvation
Tear down my slough
Radio
8 o’ clock, Daily News!
This is Radio Kathmandu on 7051 fm
Police drowns in confusion
Last night a German woman disappeared,
without a trace.
-Solo-
All the voices - - - -
* * *
© REBOOT 2014