The Planet's pulse
Planet's pulse
(lyrics: Tünte, music: Tünte)
The last phase of our era has begun.
The signs indicate renewal.
The signs warn of a great storm
Without guidance like a sailing-boat in the deadly sea, killed long time ago.
We are in a golden cage fooled by the scent of black slavery
infected with beauty and arrogance.
We are in a golden cage open for little lies
printed on bloody paper. Fooled by the scent of black slavery.
We hear the lovely sound of sweet symphonies
that also want to show you the way to enlightenment.
repeat first part
The digital mask covers your face ready to drain off
the last spark of creativity.
The wind is blowing into my face
yet the sun is burning
cold air is blown into my face
yet the sun is crying
It's not to late
power still defeats reason
We still ignore the screams of the tides.
But I'm asking you
Do you feel the pulse of our planet;
Do you feel the throb in it's chest;
Do you feel the pulse of our planet.
Do you feel the planet's pulse.
Home
(lyrics: Fischer, music: Tünte)
I don't mean to spread intergalactic hysteria.
Neither do I want to take a ride on the alien wave.
No ride on any wave.
This is just the world from a different view,
just home, without make-up, woken up from deep sleep.
Tired eyes, lazy minds.
Home, where fanatic sheep grab weapons.
Home, where religion submits to the devil's favour.
Nude and full of shame like a raped virgin.
A planet where evil always wins.
Trash falsified everything.
We reap the sprout of life so it isn't able to grow.
Do you really understand our homeplace?
Terra, home of the barbarian primates.
We are monkeys without a safety skin – destroying our blue world.
See our world – prepared to observe.
Home, where the fool turns into a wise man,
and people live at the cost of others.
Nude and full of shame like a raped virgin.
A planet, where evil always wins.
Trash falsified everything.
Do you understand our homeplace?
Where the fool turns into a wise man.
No Revolution
(lyrics: Fischer, music: Tünte, Hartung)
Tell me what you think about the state of the world.
What you think of holding your heads high and watching
the world with clear eyes.
What do you think about freedom of speech?
When the crowd outvotes the single man.
No revolution,
tell people believe is no excuse,
for fighting wars in the name of the lord.
Tell me what you think about the anger,
the feeling that you won't change anything
by yourselves.
No revolution,
but hold your heads high and stand for your rights.
No revolution, but fight for your rights.
I dont't mean to urge you, just think about my point of view.
What you think about rulers and leaders -innocent faces,
enticing speeches wasting our time.
No revolution,
tell them you don't eat that junkfood, they keep giving you.
I don't mean to urge you, just think about my point of view.
In my dreams
(lyrics: Fischer, music: Tünte, Hartung)
In my dreams I change the world to a better place.
I talk about idols and images.
No time for pretenders.
I live my life and keep fate out of sight.
I can strive for anything even if it seems meaningless.
In my dreams I change the world to a better place.
That's a song for you my little friend.
I seek all aspects of life, but security it's for those
who are still undecided.
This is a ballad for you my friend.
For you, who doesn't show conscience.
This is a ballad for you, fucker!
Some thoughts are like the wind,
easily blown away.
You cannot see the way they go.
In my dreams I fight against narcism and greed.
This is a ballad for you my friend.
For you, who doesn't show conscience.
This is a ballad for you, fucker!
Please take care, evil has already risen.
I'm not able to fight against the snake.
In my dreams I know a way to all ideas.
If I've found wisdom?
I must deny this question.
Mr. Everyday
(lyrics: Fischer, music: Tünte, Hartung)
Sleeping thunder awake, fill my monotonous being with life.
Also take your siblings along.
Sleeping thunder awake.
Rolling thunder clear the way, rain purifies my soul.
Lightning clear my mind; wind blow away
the smell of old, wrong thoughts that I can see
the world without bias the way a child does
Are the things I feel taste, smell and see – are they real?
Are they just ideas in my head?
You wanna know what these questions are
supposed to mean, Mr. Everyday?
Rolling thunder clear the way, rain purifies my soul.
Lightning clear my mind; wind blow away
the smell of old, wrong thoughts that I can see
the world without bias the way a child does
Because I don't wanna hang about in front of TV.
Cause I don't wanna go with the stream.
I wanna live, against the stream, to process
all the perception I can grasp.
To learn what it's like.
To reconsider then why it's the way it is, Mr. Everyday!
And when I realize, that I can rejoice in a sunrise,
a singing bird, I'll know that I stay alive.
The voice
(lyrics: Tünte, music: Tünte, Hartung)
Hear his voice, it enters your mind like thunder.
Feel his anger, cause he can be our rescue.
All those who disregard him will be destroyed,
cause you have forgotten to feel the truth.
He gives presents to those who are ready to think with clear minds.
It's to hear the voice, but only those
who don't judge about others but themselves will
recognize the signs of the voice.
The signs of the voice.
See the signs.
Out there is a force that's closed in any of us,
a light, a voice that shines out of our soul.
Pictures faded long ago, appear again to his mind.
And nevertheless the stem doesn't fall, but it seems
to be late for young sprouts.
Death is the last yearning he has.
Cause his life withers like the flower's leaves in autumn.
The signs of the voice.
See the signs.
Here is the end of his track. He has to find a new way.
He is filled with delight and melodies.
Lead him into the light. The curtain rises.
Lead him into the light.
Without warning
(lyrics: Tünte, music: Tünte, Hartung)
Leave me alone with my thoughts.
It hurts so deep.
Time is out of control.
It stands still – I'm lost.
It all seemed under control but the fool showed his true face.
Without warning
Sorrow and rage and take my breath.
No way out.
I cry many tears but they don't give me hope.
And again – the wrong place.
Maybe – the wrong time.
But I can't turn back the wheel of time.
I needed you in the hour of pain, but there was only
death and greedy vultures.
The power, the sheer endless greed for money made us blind to see.
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Leave me alone with my thoughts.
Time is out of control.
It stands still, I'm lost in time.
It's us who are responsible for our deeds.
Without warning
At the sea
(lyrics: Fischer, music: Hartung, Tünte)
Sitting here like a bug, caught in a hot, trembling box.
Don't have much more space than an animal that
is to be slaughtered.
I wanna scream, fight against the heat in vain.
So I save my strength, close my eyes and dream
of a cold breeze.
And send my thoughts to the sea -my thoughts to the sea.
At the sea my soul can rest.
I can get rid of dirt, dust and sweat.
The source of man and his death inspire my mind.
Show me how tiny I am as I feel your sleeping anger.
At the sea I'm free – at the sea I am I.
At the sea I move to the even, never ending rhythm of the waves.
I walk through the sand, bare-foot and free at last
I'm human again.
At the sea I'm free – at the sea I am I.
And should the poles melt and the walls break,
I drive ahead of the rising tide.