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Musik, Text, Gesang, Arrangement: Hermann Voges
Gitarren: Stefan
Ich danke meinem MOM-Kollegen Stefan herzlich für die wunderbaren Gitarren und die wertvollen Tips, die er mir im Vorfeld gegeben hat, und dem Dichter W. H. Auden (1907 – 1973) für seinen phantastischen Satz von den "private faces".
Copyright © 2023 by Hermann Voges, München
Platz 1 am 15.03.2023 in den Pop TOP 100
Platz 1 am 12.03.2023 in den Alternative Pop TOP 100
Platz 1 am 15.03.2023 in den MyOwnMusic TOP 100
Gitarren: Stefan
Ich danke meinem MOM-Kollegen Stefan herzlich für die wunderbaren Gitarren und die wertvollen Tips, die er mir im Vorfeld gegeben hat, und dem Dichter W. H. Auden (1907 – 1973) für seinen phantastischen Satz von den "private faces".
Copyright © 2023 by Hermann Voges, München
Platz 1 am 15.03.2023 in den Pop TOP 100
Platz 1 am 12.03.2023 in den Alternative Pop TOP 100
Platz 1 am 15.03.2023 in den MyOwnMusic TOP 100
Private Faces
Private faces in public places
Are wiser and nicer than
Public faces in private places.
Take your heart out and look in my face,
And feel the urge in a moment of time
They're growing brighter.
Check out the sunset on your face.
You had me whistling coming down.
I offer you one warm place.
You can throw away the fucking crown.
Private faces in public places
Are wiser and nicer than
Public faces in private places.
My eyes are frozen to your face,
I'm dying in your strong embrace.
I do have enough room or space,
I'm inviting you for a race.
Put your tentacles in the snow
And lift your face up to the sky.
I'm sure that you will let us know
When the reflections passed us by.
Private faces in public places
Are wiser and nicer than
Public faces in private places.
You got a face that makes me sigh,
Sweet memories that explain so much.
Your skin, sweet like a flaky pie,
Gives me the hope to keep in touch.
(Hermann Voges)
Private faces in public places
Are wiser and nicer than
Public faces in private places.
Take your heart out and look in my face,
And feel the urge in a moment of time
They're growing brighter.
Check out the sunset on your face.
You had me whistling coming down.
I offer you one warm place.
You can throw away the fucking crown.
Private faces in public places
Are wiser and nicer than
Public faces in private places.
My eyes are frozen to your face,
I'm dying in your strong embrace.
I do have enough room or space,
I'm inviting you for a race.
Put your tentacles in the snow
And lift your face up to the sky.
I'm sure that you will let us know
When the reflections passed us by.
Private faces in public places
Are wiser and nicer than
Public faces in private places.
You got a face that makes me sigh,
Sweet memories that explain so much.
Your skin, sweet like a flaky pie,
Gives me the hope to keep in touch.
(Hermann Voges)
