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Philip Bölter: acoustic guitars, hawaii guitar, banjo, vokals
Florian Bölter: bass, vokals
Adrian Hauck: drums, vokals
CD "Live Your Life" (2005)
Florian Bölter: bass, vokals
Adrian Hauck: drums, vokals
CD "Live Your Life" (2005)
People from the Neighborhood (Philip Bölter)
There’s Mr. S., still building his house
If he has finished, he’ll get a fat applause
Everything he does, he does it wrong
If I had the time for it, I’d sing you a long song
There’s Miss W., there’s nothing she doesn’t know
And everything she knows, she shows
Soon your name is flying from every mouth to every ear
But during the time, the truth disappears
I don’t want to know the stories they tell ‘bout me
‘bout the long-haired musician whistling a melody
There’s s.o. who afforted a new car
See it in front of the garage, shining like a star
The neighbours almost die of envy
In the village there are already a lot of lies
They are people from the Neighborhood
They think are more than good
But I know there’s one who wouldn’t
My pal from the Neighborhood
He’s the best friend that I ever had
He’s the best friend of my Dad
I play his guitars, and he plays this
I think, he will drive my car, I’ll drive his
There’s still trouble ‘cause of the property-border
But now there is the fence they ordered
Don’t let the children play on their lawn
Don’t let them have fun
When there's some time on a nice peaceful day
I walk out and walk along my favourite way
There I meet people who say
"Hi !" and "Have a nice day !"
That is why I like my neighborhood
And the knocking at my door, made of wood
Oh, it feels so good
That there are the people from the neighborhood
But I think I would miss them if I went out of here
No matter what I hear with my ear
I’d miss the colorfull trees and the birds who sing
I’d miss the sun-set in the evening
I'd miss the village I was living in
It’s the place where I grew up
It’s the place where I began to rock
It’s the place where I began to love
The nature in my arms
There’s Mr. S., still building his house
If he has finished, he’ll get a fat applause
Everything he does, he does it wrong
If I had the time for it, I’d sing you a long song
There’s Miss W., there’s nothing she doesn’t know
And everything she knows, she shows
Soon your name is flying from every mouth to every ear
But during the time, the truth disappears
I don’t want to know the stories they tell ‘bout me
‘bout the long-haired musician whistling a melody
There’s s.o. who afforted a new car
See it in front of the garage, shining like a star
The neighbours almost die of envy
In the village there are already a lot of lies
They are people from the Neighborhood
They think are more than good
But I know there’s one who wouldn’t
My pal from the Neighborhood
He’s the best friend that I ever had
He’s the best friend of my Dad
I play his guitars, and he plays this
I think, he will drive my car, I’ll drive his
There’s still trouble ‘cause of the property-border
But now there is the fence they ordered
Don’t let the children play on their lawn
Don’t let them have fun
When there's some time on a nice peaceful day
I walk out and walk along my favourite way
There I meet people who say
"Hi !" and "Have a nice day !"
That is why I like my neighborhood
And the knocking at my door, made of wood
Oh, it feels so good
That there are the people from the neighborhood
But I think I would miss them if I went out of here
No matter what I hear with my ear
I’d miss the colorfull trees and the birds who sing
I’d miss the sun-set in the evening
I'd miss the village I was living in
It’s the place where I grew up
It’s the place where I began to rock
It’s the place where I began to love
The nature in my arms
