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Recorded and Mixed by Bastian Hartmann at Laviin Recordings.
Drums recorded by Bastian Hartmann at Another Level Recordings.
Mastered by Philipp Welsing at Original Mastering.
All Music written and performed by Alkali Lake.
Lyrics written by Paul Stralek.
Artwork by Daniel R. Fierst.
Alkali Lake are:
Nils Olbrich - guitar
George Chalkiadakis - bass
Roman Reeschke - drums
Daniel R. Fierst - guitar
Paul Stralek - vocals
Drums recorded by Bastian Hartmann at Another Level Recordings.
Mastered by Philipp Welsing at Original Mastering.
All Music written and performed by Alkali Lake.
Lyrics written by Paul Stralek.
Artwork by Daniel R. Fierst.
Alkali Lake are:
Nils Olbrich - guitar
George Chalkiadakis - bass
Roman Reeschke - drums
Daniel R. Fierst - guitar
Paul Stralek - vocals
The sole book we read consists of a stupid mess of blank pages
The catcher in the rye cries,
The kids will fall, the kids will fall
Let´s speed up right?
To an aim I don´t understand.
Forever alone,
I stir my coffee just as things stir me up, but I don´t
Scream when I burn, oh yes, I´m so much on fire.
The airport is empty except for a few people that stroll around,
Not minding that common sense agrees thin air´s best to breath.
We all have the same name.
Distinction will be no more.
Live by the fire.
An everlasting state of change,
The only possible and sensible orientation is within our dreams.
I wave at the waitress. Please fill me up.
And she does with a smile although it´s late in the night.
Maybe she likes me, but I guess I´m just foolish.
I take out my hip flask and pour me some liquor into my coffee
I dare you redeemer. Goddamn, she´s deceiving, unmasked
She´s Ana Rant Wolf.
Tonight I dreamt while I was hardly sleeping
That I was in heaven and she told me to light up the sky.
And I did, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
She said, I had no choice nor regret, burn them with flashing eyes, become what you will.
The plane was about to take off, I woke up, excused myself: “Girl, I need to go.”
The catcher in the rye cries,
The kids will fall, the kids will fall
Let´s speed up right?
To an aim I don´t understand.
Forever alone,
I stir my coffee just as things stir me up, but I don´t
Scream when I burn, oh yes, I´m so much on fire.
The airport is empty except for a few people that stroll around,
Not minding that common sense agrees thin air´s best to breath.
We all have the same name.
Distinction will be no more.
Live by the fire.
An everlasting state of change,
The only possible and sensible orientation is within our dreams.
I wave at the waitress. Please fill me up.
And she does with a smile although it´s late in the night.
Maybe she likes me, but I guess I´m just foolish.
I take out my hip flask and pour me some liquor into my coffee
I dare you redeemer. Goddamn, she´s deceiving, unmasked
She´s Ana Rant Wolf.
Tonight I dreamt while I was hardly sleeping
That I was in heaven and she told me to light up the sky.
And I did, caught between the devil and the deep blue sea.
She said, I had no choice nor regret, burn them with flashing eyes, become what you will.
The plane was about to take off, I woke up, excused myself: “Girl, I need to go.”
