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Musik, Text, Instrumente und lead vocals: Roland Enders
Background vocals: Hiltrud Triphaus, Sonja Lichtenberg, Richard Bellinghausen und Peter Müller
Zu diesem Track hat mich der Roman "Silo" von von Hugh Howey angeregt. Ich habe den Text geschrieben, als ich etwa ein Drittel davon gelesen hatte. Es handelt sich also um keine musikalische Umsetzung des Buches, sondern um eine davon inspirierte eigene dystopische Story.
Das ganze Album "The Acrophobic Balloonist" könnt ihr hier kostenlos herunterladen:
http://www.songs-and-stories.de/balloonist.html
Viel Spaß beim Hören!
Background vocals: Hiltrud Triphaus, Sonja Lichtenberg, Richard Bellinghausen und Peter Müller
Zu diesem Track hat mich der Roman "Silo" von von Hugh Howey angeregt. Ich habe den Text geschrieben, als ich etwa ein Drittel davon gelesen hatte. Es handelt sich also um keine musikalische Umsetzung des Buches, sondern um eine davon inspirierte eigene dystopische Story.
Das ganze Album "The Acrophobic Balloonist" könnt ihr hier kostenlos herunterladen:
http://www.songs-and-stories.de/balloonist.html
Viel Spaß beim Hören!
3000 people buried alive
A colossal tin can is our home
3000 feet underground
300 levels crowned with a dome
3000 steps lead to the basement
Where history’s hidden and secrets are kept
3000 memories start to fade
300 years since we’ve been trapped
We’ll remain 3000 forever
Births are restricted by law
When a baby is born, someone has to die
A truth we cannot deny
We are living cramped together
Resources are strictly rationed
All waste is recycled, and our dead
Will fertilize our plantations
The old share oral traditions
They tell about the world before
About lush green meadows and a golden sun
In a blue sky with clouds passing by
About strange and beautiful creatures
With whom we shared the world
About trees three storeys high
And lively rivers running by
About cities inhabited by millions
With enough space for everyone
About palaces and polished towers
Glooming reddishly in the setting sun
Some of us ask themselves
Whether it could be so again
“It’s high treason to have such thoughts”
The leaders remind us again and again
They tell us about the world outside
So different from the one we are dreaming of
A grey desert under a pale green sky
Radioactive fallout would poison the earth
Sulphur pools would bubble and smoke
A toxic hell hostile to life
“Inside we are safe”, the leaders say
“There’s no life outside, there never was
There’s no God to whom you should pray
The oral traditions are stupid lies”
None of us has really ever seen
What’s outside our tomb of steel
I have a nagging suspicion
All false pretences, is nothing real?
If it were as some of us hope
That we could live under an open sky
The leaders would lose their power over us
‘Cause all that they claim would be a big lie
We must gather secretly
The airlock is sealed and guarded
I think we need arms, so pass the word:
Tomorrow we’ll try. Tomorrow.
A colossal tin can is our home
3000 feet underground
300 levels crowned with a dome
3000 steps lead to the basement
Where history’s hidden and secrets are kept
3000 memories start to fade
300 years since we’ve been trapped
We’ll remain 3000 forever
Births are restricted by law
When a baby is born, someone has to die
A truth we cannot deny
We are living cramped together
Resources are strictly rationed
All waste is recycled, and our dead
Will fertilize our plantations
The old share oral traditions
They tell about the world before
About lush green meadows and a golden sun
In a blue sky with clouds passing by
About strange and beautiful creatures
With whom we shared the world
About trees three storeys high
And lively rivers running by
About cities inhabited by millions
With enough space for everyone
About palaces and polished towers
Glooming reddishly in the setting sun
Some of us ask themselves
Whether it could be so again
“It’s high treason to have such thoughts”
The leaders remind us again and again
They tell us about the world outside
So different from the one we are dreaming of
A grey desert under a pale green sky
Radioactive fallout would poison the earth
Sulphur pools would bubble and smoke
A toxic hell hostile to life
“Inside we are safe”, the leaders say
“There’s no life outside, there never was
There’s no God to whom you should pray
The oral traditions are stupid lies”
None of us has really ever seen
What’s outside our tomb of steel
I have a nagging suspicion
All false pretences, is nothing real?
If it were as some of us hope
That we could live under an open sky
The leaders would lose their power over us
‘Cause all that they claim would be a big lie
We must gather secretly
The airlock is sealed and guarded
I think we need arms, so pass the word:
Tomorrow we’ll try. Tomorrow.
