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The Inevitable
04:58
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The Inevitable
(Atropos the Slut)
She made an offer I could not refuse
as we sat down with my face against the lamplight
tongues were dancing like snakes in my ear
singing epics of faith, death and love
but all I could see was her belt full of ropes, scissors and bones
A breath of eternity dampened the room
Her foot was greek and her toga translucent
The next moment I was on the floor
A pair of scissors before my eyes
„Oh you're lucky“, she said, „'cause you're already dead.“
Faith is a murderous slut – ready to cut
„Call me Aisa“, she said as she left
leaving me bare with my outrageous fortune
At the mercy of doubts and regrets
Hamlet's certainties, dull and profane:
O you must be mad to suffer all that – unless you're already dead
I guess, I should be glad – because I'm already dead
And what we suffer needs a name
And yet we suffer all the same
Atropos hear me! hear me and help me
Russians will eat me – Americans dull me
Chinese will buy me – Germans will bore me
Knowledge will kill me – am I loosing my head?
I must be already dead.
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The Reality
05:10
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The Reality
(The good days are gone)
We're looking straight ahead at something we won't see
living in a constant state of might-have-been
We heard it all before, they told us many times
We knew it anyway but now it's sinking in
The good days are gone
The enemy is time
it's written on the brow of every passing face
Commuters on a train
the sparkle in their eyes reflection of displays
The good days are gone
And yet – bear with me now...
„Come on Alex, move your ass
the weathers fine and you're still free!“
Your optimism feeds on the probability
that you won't live to see
Death has lost his romance and appeal
but still merits a song
You hear it in my voice when I repeat:
The good days are gone
Bear with me we had our time
Bear with me now count the days now
so many are gone
And we dream ourselves away to the days that never were
and I dream myself to death for the days that will not come -
The good days are gone
The work has begun...
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The Denial
03:23
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The Denial
(How d'you gonna fool yourself?)
Ok – whatever you may say -
something's not right.
Not new, but this is different than before
You see, it's another quality -
or is it just me?
Still smiling and yet shaken to the core
Lately I seems harder and harder just to push it all away
and simply make it through the day
„How d'you gonna fool yourself?“
The good is what I'd like to see
but only images rush over me
Somtimes a memory appears
from underneath the years that I take to bed
But still it seems it's getting harder just to push it all away
and to make it through the day
When did it start to en like that? When did it all loose its appeal?
I'm trying hard to fool myself - like a fool
but trying too hard would not be cool
so I push it all away and mke it through another day
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The Sliding
03:50
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The Sliding
(Digging holes drive in nails)
I'm driving nails into the world to mount my body to it
Another nail
through the flesh into the tree
through the tree into the air
To anything that's beautiful I will hold on
'cause everything will slide and glide and soon be gone
I'm digging holes andI crush the frozen stones
I dig another hole
and I fill it with my love
with my ashes and my bones
I'm driving nails into the earth
trying to hold on to what will soon be gone
but now is beautiful
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The Dream
05:04
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The Dream
(Honey, it's war)
The darkness must return
in darkness I will learn
that the world never changed in my head
I slept through many days
I dreamt in many ways
while it was cold and obscure outside my bed
Starry nights distant places in the sun
I sink into canting dreams as before
Then you touch my shoulder and whisper:
„Honey, it's war!“
I rub my eyes and it's still war
I lived my life – and here we are.
O why so suddenly?
Or did I fail to see
that my hopes and beliefs were far from true – did you?
Let me sleep and be woken by the sun
and starry-eyed cling to dreams once more
But you grab my shoulder and you're shouting:
„Honey, it's war!“
So evolution is a joke
A revolving door to more war
We once dreamt the future – now we fear the next day.
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The Summit
04:26
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The Summit
(Stand still and you will fall)
Now turn and face the broken clouds
and the wind throwing dust into the light
The sun above the burning fields
and pale smoke to cover footprints filled with blood, remembrance and blight
Stand still and you will fall
but I won't stand 'til I can see it all
and then I will fall
In stagnant motion, absurdly deranged
I turn 360 degrees and nothing has changed
But I'm not the same
Dust in the light
The same not the same yet the same
Stand still and you will fall
but Sisyphos won't bother
in one way or the other
finally I will turn and stand still
As I'm faltering uphill
I will fall but I will see it all
I can see it all
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The Opposite
05:14
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The Opposite
(Still a part of it)
Look at me staring from the opposite side
into our own window
but you won't see me, no
Leant to a lamppost at the edge of the spotlight
feeling the darkness fall
I can still see it all
Sometimes a part of me wants to be part of it
but there's a part of me that never will
look at me standing still
where the afterthoughts hide
on the opposite side
Look at our window while the lamppost is tilting
Do you see people now?
I can hear screaming now
It could be fun now to set fire to the building
Will life be easy then?
Would we be us again?
Sometimes the wind will be able to fan the fire
Sometimes the wind will extinguish the flame
and yet the air is the same and you're still part of it
All is a part of it
Last night I died in my sleep alone and estranged
When I woke up in the mornig nothing had changed
I'm a part of it
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The Shame
03:50
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The Shame
(But I will be free soon)
Here is the time faint is the pathway
Windows and stones yet broken and blind
Wide is the door dark is the hallway
where corridors meet at stairs to the sky
His hands they were cold and dank in the twilight
old fingers on lips absolving from sin
But I will be free – soon
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The Apple
04:42
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The Apple
(Home is where the Pain is)
Now the words have been said
now the tears have been shed
and darkness embalms the sighs
Now the skin has been slit
now the stone has been thrown
and silence will etherize
Broken but still usable
I'm baying for some love
from your mouth
So the words have been said
so the sentence is passed
spit through flaring teeth
So the nail is driven in
so the mask has been ripped
and there's raw flesh underneath
There's an apple in my breast
and you inject the worm
with love
Home is where the pain is
and all of our passion
What we love is what we are
what we are is what we hate
what we hate is what we hurt
what we hurt is what we love
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The Dilemma
04:53
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The Dilemma
(I know and I can't help it)
If you keep it
it will wither in your mind and rot in your hand
If you toss it
it will kill someone behind by accident
So hard to decide between not right and wrong
So hard to decide – and then go on
If you touch it
it will splinter and then morph into something new
but if you leave it it will thrive
and in darkness grow and become alive
So hard to decide between the pangs and pain
So hard to with the knowledge of it all
to make a choice
and to remain
If you keep it
it will soon befoul your mind
If you toss it
it will attack you from behind
I know and I can't help it – knowledge makes it harder to decide
I know – drowning between wrong and what's not right
So why do you stay?
Dilemma
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The Well
04:12
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The Well
(Such a long finger)
In your head in your mind
the deepest of wells
In your hand in your palm
shiniest stone
Pitch it in watch it fall
touching the walls
Deeper down splashing sound
as it hits the plain
Surface will break and dark liquids arise
stirring the ooze
oil-like sucking the stone
Out of surpression it reaches above
in waves it will move in waves it will come
as you were hurt again
as you did hurt again
until everything is calm again
And you close the well again
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The Happiness
04:43
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The Happiness
(Kill the Mope)
Now hear me try a happy song -
I just gave it a go
But once again it's obvious
I startet far too low
Can't help it.
Wherever there is light
wherever there is day I see the shadows crawling
Whenever there is life
whenever there is love I see the end of it
I fear the death of it – I just can't help it
And everything that's not is plain to see
and this is what I am - perhaps what I'd like to be
Why would you waste your time with pain and doubt?
It's not a choice to make
but something to sing about
Wherever there is light...
Love Death
the two things to dream about
the two things to sing about
the two things that frighten me
the two things that will end me
Wherever ther is life
I do see all of it
Wherever there is love
I see the end of it
I feel the death of it
but it's OK – there is nobody listening anyway
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The Deadening
05:24
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The Deadening
(Make me face it all)
This world is a darker place
this land is in freedom but colder
these days are returning to years from the past
The clocks are not slowing down
their hands do reach out to impale us
we're waiting in silence now
for sorrow to cease, conscience to fail us
Come and get me push me to the fall
turn my weary head and make me face it all
The deadening has begun
The vision is broader now
the focus got lost somehow
we're experts, explaining the mess afterwards
The deadening has begun
the dying is yet to come
We once dreamt the future now fear the next day
Come and get me push me to the fall
sceam it in my ear and make me face it all
maybe change it all
I see the traces on pitiful faces of deadening
The deadening has begun
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14. |
German Angst
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German Angst
Autobahn im Sterngefunkel
Gelbe Zellen leuchten ins Nachkriegsdunkel
Und es wird nicht wie damals sein
Und es wird auch nicht anders sein
Und es wird auch nicht nie
Wieder nie
Kalter Frühling kalte Zahlen
Gesichter grauschwarzweiss drohen aus Postfilialen
Und es wird nicht wie damals sein
Und es wird doch nicht anders sein
Und es blickt wie es war durch die Risse in Seelen und Stein
Autobahnen und freie Fahrt
Conny Plank lebt in Wolperath
wo es NEU! Und ganz anders ist
Mintropstrasse und Weilerswist
Durch Ruinen und braunen Schmutz
Zucht und Ordnung und Denkmalschutz
Ich deutsch – für immer und nie
Wieder Nie
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Alexander Dust Germany
Alexander Dust is the lead singer and mastermind of the Goth/Dark Wave Band ALSO. Alexander Dust started working as a Solo artist in 2010 and released 7 albums on his own label "Painful Scream Records" so far. Apart from that, he is supervising the release of the ALSO backcatalogue. www.facebook.com/dustalso ... more
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