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Decades
04:12
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At This Place
05:36
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At this place, I’ve already been.
But when and how I cannot say.
I try to remember, it doesn’t work.
All memories are gone, maybe forever,
maybe forever...
It’s a long time, time ago.
For sure, I was a little boy.
But I feel, I feel something.
That nothing, nothing, nothing,
nothing has changed...
This place airs something,
something like intimacy,
something like home.
Never, never, never – for sure.
I had a feeling, a feeling like this...
It’s a long time, time ago.
For sure, I was a little boy.
But I feel, I feel something.
That nothing, nothing, nothing,
nothing has changed...
This place airs something,
something like intimacy,
something like home.
Never, never, never – for sure.
I had a feeling, a feeling like this...
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Greedy people everywhere,
the siren`s call to climb up last stair.
Flavours of hope, fortune and joy,
from the distance the ship like a toy...
To ferry them to another place,
without dirt, disaster and haze.
To escape from mendacious hell,
from the splinters of detonating shells...
Greedy people everywhere,
the boatmen’s call rings out in die air.
“Forgive my friend, I can’t leave this land,
here is my home, please release my cold hand”...
The ship departs to another place,
without dirt, disaster and hate.
The ship escapes from eternal hell,
from the splinters of detonating shells...
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Where do I come from
and why am I here?
As I look into the mirror,
the contours disappear ...
We're searching for a home,
a place where we'll be safe.
Burning down the lighthouse,
we've all made mistakes ...
What is the meaning,
the purpose of life?
An old man's last smile,
a newborn's first cry ...
Seconds-days-years-decades
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5. |
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At this place, I’ve already been.
But when and how I cannot say.
I try to remember, it doesn’t work.
All memories are gone, maybe forever,
maybe forever...
It’s a long time, time ago.
For sure, I was a little boy.
But I feel, I feel something.
That nothing, nothing, nothing,
nothing has changed...
This place airs something,
something like intimacy,
something like home.
Never, never, never – for sure.
I had a feeling, a feeling like this...
It’s a long time, time ago.
For sure, I was a little boy.
But I feel, I feel something.
That nothing, nothing, nothing,
nothing has changed...
This place airs something,
something like intimacy,
something like home.
Never, never, never – for sure.
I had a feeling, a feeling like this...
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6. |
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Greedy people everywhere,
the siren`s call to climb up last stair.
Flavours of hope, fortune and joy,
from the distance the ship like a toy...
To ferry them to another place,
without dirt, disaster and haze.
To escape from mendacious hell,
from the splinters of detonating shells...
Greedy people everywhere,
the boatmen’s call rings out in die air.
“Forgive my friend, I can’t leave this land,
here is my home, please release my cold hand”...
The ship departs to another place,
without dirt, disaster and hate.
The ship escapes from eternal hell,
from the splinters of detonating shells...
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bent is Niko Martens (based in Aschheim/Germany)
Composition, lyrics, production & mastering by Niko Martens
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