1. Whirlwind.
There are some times to remember
There are some times you have to forget
You feel like being in December
And time there is nowhere to get
I'm getting old
And my ass is getting cold
Be welcomed whistler
And play for me a song
Create green fields and rustling forests too
Give me a drop from out of the blue
Whirlwind
2. Cry.[instrumental]
3. Music For The Best Men.
I am so happy 'cause I'm so sad
And everything means just nothing to me.
I'll have to go like dying slow
Open your eyes there's no more left to be
All that I fear, all that I lost
All that I hear, all that I trust
All that I mean, all that is clean
You'll have to see, just listen to meeeee
You gotta,...you gotta
You gotta,...you gotta, ...you gotta,
Listen to meee
You have to listen to me
You'll have to go , like dying slow
You have to listen to me.
4. People Say.
People say I'm crazy,
I don't say no because I know it's so.
And I'm very lazy...
I don't care I like to be Just so...:)
I like it ...!
People say:" - What a looser"
I feel ok just by staring at the sun
aNd I'm waiting the moment :
The day I'll leave,
the day when I'l be gone.
Away,....
5. Ring Of Joy.[instrumental]
6. Ridiculously Insane.
She came to me from the nowhere land,
- an unexpected guest
(she said)
- Sir I would like to have your soul.
Whether am I right or
whether am I not
depression is my only thought.
(he said)
Maddame I have seen a lot
Infatuated fools with windy brains
Are watching in the night through sun glasses.
(they say)
-Sir ,We would really love to kick some asses.
In this kind of world
you catch yourself asking
Oh my God all this years
were they all wasted
God Have I gone insane?
I go ridiculous insane..
This rotten age has squized my brains
There's nothing left for me
That in the end to set me free
I go ridiculous insane...
Insane...
Insane...
7. The Morning Dew on a Fresh Green Apple.[instrumental]
8. A Tale From The Woods.
-Mom , Could you tell me a story?
-What story darling?
-The story with the prince and the silver eyed beast
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A prince from Levant who loves hunting,
Through deep forests he is walking.
Making his way right through the thickets,
He plays the bone flute and rising he says:
Let's go hunting through virgin forests,
the firerce, angered, silvered eyed beast.
Who daily changes his hidden hallow,
His hoof, his fur , his eye at least.
Master says the servents with bugles,
That beast does not come around.
We better hunt the small game,
Foxes hears running into the ground.
Time will go There's no turning back
Things that I dreamt,dreams that I kept
Noone remembers the centuries of light
Tears that I dropped Whispers and cries
tears that I dropped.....
Master it's the water
Master it's the moon
Master it's a slaughter
Master it's just a tune
Take a look how he's spinning around,
Do you see him moving in circles?
Raising dust with an awfull sound,
He will pour led into your ankles.
Master it's the water
Master it's the moon
Master it's a slaughter
Master it's just a tune
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Good Night Mom
Good Night sweetheart.
