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Not At All
01:58
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not at all
i don't wanna talk to you
no, not at all
just regard my shades as a sure sign of that
i don't wanna talk to you
no, not at all
please regard my headphones as a sure sign of that
a line across my face or a
scarf around my leg
is no invitation for some clever remark
if you feel embarrassed just don't
walk by my side
and if you feel provoked, please do
'cos i don't put on my clothes as a topic for conversation
if my leather jacket is
cool or just protective
isn't really something i want to talk about
yes, i thought of something when i
picked my style
but be assured it wasn't you
i don't wanna talk to you
no, not at all
just regard my shades as a sure sign of that
i don't wanna talk to you
no, not at all
please regard my headphones as sure sign of that
'cos i don't put on my clothes as a topic for conversation
no conversation
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TLC
02:24
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t.l.c.
don't trust anybody over 30 and never never grow up
you know: all the good ones died young
and you're sure, 27 is enough
now you're 30 and you've got nothing to show
and you're too old and too young to go
still not grown up, still not famous or important
just your moods are always in tow
is it a personality crisis? is it more, more?
when in your head all the different voices are at war
and they tell you: your biological clock is ticking
you better make a choice
and you wonder if a cat could be an option
and still you're trying to find your voice
when you listen to all the news on radio
you still can hardly bear the pain
you want to run out and scream at all the madness
but most of the times you just stay in
is it a personality crisis? is it more, more?
when in your head all the different voices are at war
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3. |
You Call Me
01:48
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you call me
you call me and i don't know why
you call me and you don't say hi
you call me and you're mad at me
you call me but you've got nothing to say
you just scream and shout at me
you're getting really loud
i don't know what you want from me
what is it all about?
i don't know what i've done wrong
there's nothing i remember
your words just don't make sense to me
maybe i just hang up
you call me and i don't know why
you call me and you don't say hi
you call me and you're mad at me
you call me but you've got nothing to say
i talked to you the other day
and i thought it was nice
but when i told you that i'm fine
your voice turned to ice
now you do still shout at me
and i start feeling blue
'cos now i see your problem is
i'm happy without you
you call me...
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4. |
Solution
02:34
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solution
is that your solution?
not to watch the news any more
make football feel like it's a war
close your eyes so you cannot be seen
a candyfloss world on your t.v. screen
stay safely in your sweetshop world
to pretend that you just haven't heard
to buy another purple dress
complain about your helplessness
well you know, i'm not very political
all this stuff to me is pretty mythical
is that your solution?
to claim that it's all far away
to live your life from day to day
to say there's nothing we can do
do you really think it's got nothing to do with you?
well you know, i'm not very political
all this stuff to me is pretty mythical
is that your solution?
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5. |
For Sale
02:02
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for sale
i sell my blood 'cos i don't have money
to take you out tonight, oh honey
i wouldn't call this a defeat
just another mean to make ends meet
i sell my blood, 'cos i don't have money
to pay our rent this week, oh honey
but we'll be fine, my dear, i'm sure
we take the van and go on tour
don't ask about tomorrow
let's play guitar tonight
they say: it's only time we borrow
but i know it makes me feel alright
i sell my blood 'cos i don't have money
to buy us food tonight, oh honey
i think we'll end up on the dole
i sell my blood for rock'n'roll
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Harp
02:30
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harp
don't pity this poor immigrant
my eyes were open when i caught the boat
all i wanted was your shelter and maybe just a little hope
but you turned your anger on me for the courage that you lack
i don't want your half-assed freedom, you can have the whole deal back
and now let me tell you something, let's get this straight from the start:
don't call me harp
don't call me harp
you said: bring me your poor and destitute
so i can kick them when they're down
there's always enough misery
and we'll be sure to share it 'round
but i turn my anger on you for the decency you lack
for the morals you fail to uphold, your cocaine, crack and smack
to a land that wears it's heart upfront, i'm screaming from the back:
don't call me harp
and the ghetto's almost full now
soon it's time for trash to move uptown
and the sight of all the beggars in the street
must really bring you down
soon they'll turn their anger on you for the promises you broke
for all the lies you told them as their dreams went up in smoke
and i feel i stand among them as i'm screaming from my heart:
don't call me harp
you built your land on principles so decent, brave and true
i find it hard to understand just what went wrong with you
don't call me harp
don't call me harp
don't call me harp
don't call me harp
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Bye Bye Peter
02:35
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bye bye Peter
oh, no, no, please, not another
in a new black turtleneck
oh, no, no, please, not another
walking away, turning his back
you were once my teenage idol
when you sang you were my preacher
and your records were my bible
taught me more than any teacher
now your jacket's in the attic
and your records are for sale
and you no longer cut your hair yourself
bye bye Peter - you left Neverland
bye bye Peter - never to return
bye bye Peter - you left Garageland
bye bye Peter - never ...
oh, no, no, please, not another
bodybuilding, granivore
oh, no, no, please, not another
stating: i'm no kid no more
you once proclaimed the revolution
fought the law with your garage band
now your ship won't sail the ocean
you need to keep an eye on land
and your jacket's in the attic
and your records are for sale
and you no longer cut your hair yourself
bye bye Peter - you left Neverland
bye bye Peter - never to return
bye bye Peter - you left Garageland
bye bye Peter - never ...
your guitar hangs on your wall
and you dust it once a month
and you work hard so your kids will have a better life
bye bye Peter - you left Neverland
bye bye Peter - never to return
bye bye Peter - you left Garageland
bye bye Peter - never ...
bye bye ...
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Hem Said
02:53
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hem said
we were sat by the fountain on a wednesday night
hearts connected, souls entwined
sun went down but we needed no light
hearts poured out and the time flew by
lend me your ears, i'd like to hear
what it is that you find in the words I say
when i found he was real i began to see
he'd been everything i ever wanted to be
and Hem said: "happiness in intelligent people
is the rarest thing i know."
you're on the road again, 'cos when you lie in bed
they won't let you sleep, the demons in your head
you should have found by now, they will never drown
the one who doesn't swim is only you, my son
lend me your eyes, i'd like to see
what it is that you find in the kidd that's me
lend me your ears, i'd like to hear
what it is that you find in the words I say
and Hem said: "happiness in intelligent people
is the rarest thing i know."
it was a magic night and your words cut deep
raindrops fell, now i find no sleep
the ground is tremblin' but in deepest night
i can sense the dawn in my candle light
lend me your eyes, i'd like to see
what it is that you find in the kidd that's me
sun came up and i began to see
i can be everything i ever wanted to be
but Hem said: "happiness in intelligent people
is the rarest thing i know."
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Expectations
02:24
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expectations
i'm so sick of being judged and to meet your expectations
not in the mood for questions or lengthy explanations
and sometimes i wonder what goes on inside your brain
does it satisfy you to make me explain, explain, explain, explain ...
are you a boy or are you a girl?
why are you dressed like this?
what do you smile for? what do you laugh at?
are you taking the piss?
why aren't you drinking? why are you veggie?
do you feel superior?
if you're such a nice girl,
shouldn't you also match your exterior?
i'm so sick of being judged and to meet your expectations
not in the mood for questions or lengthy explanations
and you make me wonder what goes on inside your brain
does it satisfy you to make me explain, explain, explain, explain ...
what do you do? what is it for?
can't you ask higher pay?
what about family? what about future?
why do you throw your life away?
what were you thinking? aren't you just dreaming?
what is your point of view?
do you think you're special
and that our rules do not apply to you?
buzzkill
bull dyke
big head
hippie
why do you think this is about you?
i do what i do with or without you
i'm so sick of being judged and to meet your expectations
not in the mood for questions or lengthy explanations
and you make me wonder what goes on inside your brain
does it satisfy you to make me explain, explain, explain, explain
Ich hab's so satt nur so zu sein, wie Du's von mir erwartest
Ich will Dir nix erklären, weil das einfach nicht mein Part ist
Und ich frag mich wirklich, was ist daran denn so schwer?
Geht's Dir besser, wenn ich alles erklär, erklär, erklär, erklär ...
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Religion
02:01
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religion
i don't need religion, i stick to philosophy
i like asking questions, not punishment and threats
don't need to follow ancient rules
don't want to kneel and crawl
i want to find my very own truth
not fight your holy war
where is the way of Buddha?
and who was Jesus Christ?
do you believe in what you teach?
do you follow what you preach?
'cos i don't need religion, i stick to philosophy
i like asking questions, not punishment and threats
i believe in Descartes, in Plato and Rousseau
religion wants you to believe, philosophy to know
i read the words of Buddha
and i read the Bible too
i heard so many preachers
and now i know for sure
that i don't need religion, i stick to philosophy
i like asking questions, not punishment and threats
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(what my old man is) i don't wanna be
when i come home i find this old bloke i'm living with
he says he is my father and well, i think he is
we don't meet very often and don't talk much if we do
but when we talk he asks me: boy, what will become of you?
anything you start up you stop not having tried
you can never feed a family and you never find a bride
you must work hard, you must slave away like me
but what my old man is i don't wanna be
no, what my old man is i don't wanna be
i wanna break out, leave the cash and start anew
'cos i know if nothing changes, then with this world i am through
money makes the world go 'round
'round and 'round like a hamster wheel
all day long i turn the grindstone no matter what i think or feel
i'd really like to pay my boss a little visit with my friends
but i keep choking back my anger
i no longer know where i am
i'd rather pack my bags when there's another row at home
got Friday on my mind on Monday when i wake alone
but my father says:
you must work hard, you must slave away like me
but what my old man is i don't wanna be
no, what my old man is i don't wanna be
i wanna break out, leave the cash and start anew
'cos i know if nothing changes, then with this world i am through
but my father says:
you must work hard, boy, you must slave away like me
you must work hard, you must slave away like me
but what my old man is i don't wanna be
no, what my old man is i don't wanna be
i wanna break out, leave the cash and start anew
'cos i know if nothing changes, then with this world i am through
with this world i am through
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12. |
A Single Tune
03:48
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a single tune
i used to be so young and full of illusions
was sure to change the world and find the solutions
i thought a single tune could make all the difference
overcome the fear and vanquish the distance
when i first heard you sing i thought you're the answer
every word and every note went straight to my heart
but you're gone and the world is still getting darker
what's a chord against the insanity of today?
can we still turn the tide or is it too high?
can we see stars in the gutter,
will the wind clear up the sky?
ach ich, ich war so jung und voller Illusionen
war sicher, die Welt wird sich ändern,
wenn wir es nur wollen
ich dachte, ein einziges Lied kann alles bewegen
ein Versprechen voller Farben noch mitten im Regen
can we still turn the tide or is it too high?
can we see stars in the gutter?
will the wind clear up the sky?
dann hörte ich Dich singen und ich war verstanden
jedes Wort und jeder Ton traf mitten ins Herz
doch Du bist fort und die Welt wird immer noch dunkler
was is'n Akkord gegen den Irrsinn unserer Zeit?
können wir das Ruder noch rumreißen
oder ist das Riff zu nah?
sieht man Sterne in der Gosse?
wird der Himmel noch mal klar?
können wir das Ruder noch rumreißen
oder ist das Riff zu nah?
ist senza limiti die Antwort?
war der Himmel jemals klar?
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13. |
In A Novel
02:22
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in a novel
when i look outside and the world's gone mad
and it takes all my strength just to get out of bed
when i cannot figure out if i'm right or wrong
and i cannot find the place where i belong
when i don't know anymore how or whom to fight
i know there's something in the library to set the world alright
i wanna live in a novel
i wanna see real love come true
i wanna live in a novel
full of fencing, fighting, high adventure
i wanna kiss the frog, i wanna break the spell
i wanna climb the cliffs of insanity
i wanna jump through a mirror to Neverland
talk Dorian out of his vanity
i wanna split the arrow, save the prince
then ever after we live happily
i wanna live in a novel
i wanna see real love come true
i wanna live in a novel
full of fencing, fighting, high adventure
well i know you're gonna say to take flight this way
is no solution, that's true
but when i turn the last page and return from my trip
i might feel a little less blue
i wanna live in a novel
i wanna see real love come true
i wanna live in a novel
full of fencing, fighting, high adventure
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Not The Ones Berlin, Germany
NOT THE ONES aus Ost-Berlin spielen simplen 77-Punk mit Ohrwurmmelodien.
Dem Titel der ersten LP entsprechend
versuchen NOT THE ONES seit Jahren, mit ihrer Musik schlechte Laune zu verbreiten, doch Publikum & Kritiker sprechen stets von Gute-Laune-Musik.
Bei Wanda Records heißt es: „Charmant-britische Guitar Punk-Nummern in Richtung Alternative TV & Adverts, versetzt mit Boys/Lurkers-Melodien.“
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