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1. Money Makes The Stories True

money makes the world go `round
money makes the stories true
boring papers every day
funny pictures nothing new
all the photos being made
are changing in their eyes
all the words created
are developing to lies
all the headlines we may buy
of stories never true
all the headlines we may buy
we`ll read them
boring papers nothing new

Text: C. Laue

2. Factory Blues

stolen child your name unknown
stolen child where are you from
identity you don`t need
stolen child from durban street
smoke and fire, heat and oil
metals, iron, copper, steel
flickering greatful like our shoes
life that is the factory blues
working hard and working strong
bread and butter eight days long
earning nothing as a cent
but dollars in the masters hand
poor and rich, black and white
problems living side by side
detonate inside their shoes
life that is the factory blues
coale-mines closing down the valley
gold rush finished years ago
aching feet in both their shoes
life that is the factory blues

Text: C. Laue

3. Turtle

your life starts in the distance
far away on sandy beach
hundred turtles in the sand
life for one to reach
the extent of the ocean
appearing as your friend
the fishermen your enemys
hunting for the shell
you`re twirling to the water
you`re twinkling in the sun
hundred turtles in the sand
later when you come
your life ends in the distance
see turtles in the town
your life ends in the distance
so far away from home

Text: C. Laue

4. Soldiers Return?

crossing bridges crossing lakes
waiting for the sun
fading colours, moments change
hearts begin to run
sky turns blue clouds get black
red blood on their feet
soldiers marching bombs and tanks
all in one complete
they put on their uniforms
waving banner, trumpet sound
look inwardly they told to to me
wounded arms and knees
leaves are falling - wintertime
red blood on their feet
injured soldiers still alive
marching in the street

Text: C. Laue

5. The Final Pill

white dressed women white dressed men
elevators won't stand still
white dressed women white dressed men
got the order life to kill
white dressed women white dressed men
neon light on all these floors
white dressed women white dressed men
operate behind locked doors
write your signature on piece of paper
write your signature your last will
injection painless the final pill
young and old, sick and ill
fool and witch, the final pill
white dressed men in hospitals
neon light on all these floors
white dressed men in hospitals
operate behind locked doors

Text: C. Laue

6. That`s All

the men in the theatre
he`s playing for you
the men in the theatre
that`s all he can do
the men in the theatre
he`s a mirror of the day
the men in the theatre
that`s all he can say
why do words may find an answer?
why do words will make him think?
why are stories being told?
why are children growing old?
getting some pence
some money in his hat
all in one day
that`s what he get

Text: C. Laue

7. Fate

streams of human night and day
streams of cars in any way
streams of blood in case of fight
and children`s eyes they weep tonight
what can we do with our time to spend
when millions of people
will reach the end
no more love the time will come
no more fun the time will come
one more week, one more year
one more life, i`m living here
face to face with all my friends
one more life until the end
drift away create a scare
make me shiver unaware out of control
my eyes are blind
disorted views inside your mind

Text: C. Laue

8. Faces Of Death

lean back take the easy way out
what you see is real
a cheap pleasure full of creepy games
strange cases, do you know their names?
i`m paralysed with fear
horror`s just about to begin!
dirty mind is hiding behind
a whip lash - smile
killing is fun, have you seen them
the children of war?
hungry creatures, tear each other apart
it`s creep show-time
it`s creep show-time

Text: M`lix

9. Hard To Creep

i burn my head
closing my mouth
fall to my feet
it`s hard to creep
weepin inside of my eyes
speaking unkind
the pain`s so deep
it`s hard to creep
but now it`s time
time to forget
the days from the past
the days to the end are so long
voices that talk in the streets
a moment ahead they leave like
they earned
voices talk in the street
their way won`t
cross to light the flame

Text: C. Laue

10. Egomania

ich bin ganz unten
so als wär ich gerade geboren
frierend die grausamkeit
dieser welt erkennend
ameisen über meiner haut
ich fange an zu schreien
brennende häuser, brennende fremde
im land der teutonen
ich bin ganz unten
ich bin neu geboren
um mich nicht selbst zu erkennen
wäre es immer so
wäre ich zu schwach!
wäre das leben so
wäre es zu kalt!
wäre mein körper so
wär`er zu schmerzhaft!
wären da nicht ... ?

Text: F. Hopfe

11. Yellow Future

you see the words
they jump in circles
and see the cars they start to swim
you see all prisoners
leaving the jail
but what i see is a yellow vale
you see a child born in an urn
and see utopia getting true
you see stupidity so loose
but what i see is a yellow goose
you see the towns
they squeeze together
a plastic forest built inside
you see the donkeys change their fur
but what i see is a yellow nurse
you see cathedrals move alone
a sooty warehouse selling bones
and raves are sent by c.o.d.
when would i find a yellow tree

Text: C. Laue

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