1. |
Waiting For My Coffee
02:38
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2. |
4 a.m.
05:48
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the body wants to rest
the brain is obsessed
thoughts are running in circles
with no conclusion, no solution
it’s mindless thoughts, occupying the senses
so that the closeness and security
of a warm body laying next to me
it doesn’t make any difference
smoking cigarettes, it’s 4 a.m.
got no permission
to the leave the state of consciousness
smoking cigarettes, it’s 4 a.m.
the body wants to rest
the brain is obsessed
of visions and pictures
supposed to be more than just dreams
sounds and rhymes, words and lines
at risk to be forgotten soon
when losing it now
smoking cigarettes t 4 a.m.
don’t want admission
to leave the state of consciousness
smoking cigarettes it’s 4 a.m.
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3. |
Hands
03:45
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some might say that I’m a coward
while others say I’m just cruel
I don’t feel like
like there is something
to hide from
and I don’t feel like
like there is something
to apologize for
and I don’t feel like
like there is something
(not anymore)
I can give you my hand
but I can’t give you my heart
I neither feel cruel nor like a coward
instead, I’m feeling just fine
isn’t that what’s important
to find any peace of mind?
sooner or later you’ll also understand
a heart’s less worth, than a hand
so, I offer you my hand
but I won’t give my heart
I can give you my hand
but I won’t give you my heart
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4. |
Grey
04:53
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is it wishing or is it hoping?
am I dreaming or am I thinking?
my desires and my feelings
desires against feelings
no angels and no devils
neither heaven, nor hell
just your heart and your mind
and the soul, you have to find
no good and no bad
just the future and the past
there’s no black and there’s no white
there’s just many different shades of grey
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5. |
Hug From The Devil
03:44
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I hugged the devil
firstly, I didn’t realize
it felt so soft and warm
I can’t remember burning evil eyes
does this mean that I’m going to hell?
the memory is hazy
intoxicated pictures of a night
I saw myself and the devil
the fire between us ready to ignite
does this mean that I’m going to hell?
I don’t know what he did to me
and I don’t want to know
what I know is I laid in his arms
yet, the consequences didn’t show
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6. |
Twisted Images
04:49
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a busy boy
so curious
about the world
and what’s in it
with his tired wondering eyes
he seems to absorb everything
the words between the lines
tiny details no one finds
he barely speaks
prefers to be
all by himself
all the books upon his shelf
seem not to be enough
to fulfil his growing urge
finding rationales, and understand the world
this is what you see
tell me, is this really me?
I can’t read
I can’t write
not a word
I am afraid
that something is not right with me
I should understand and see
but the words are twisted around
and the letters seem upside down
there is no chance
to get any sense
out of that mess
I know it can’t be meaningless
but to see it through might take a while
as long as it takes me to find a way
out of this oppressive idleness
that I feel damned to night and day
this is what I feel
tell me, is this for real?
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7. |
No Place For You
07:10
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when life is speeding up
then you are slowing down
taking your time to look around
with your eyes in the skies
and your feet on the ground
you’re watching the people passing by
and see how dreams are gonna die
you don’t want to march with that caravan
so you’re trying stay, as long as you can
till the day comes you’re all alone
feeling the pressure to move on
no one waved ‘goodbye’
the warm welcome turned out to be a lie
you’re so tired of being left alone
wondering what it’s like
to somewhere feel at home
you’re reaching someplace new
where there is no welcome
where there’s no one even looking at you
staring – without looking at you
breaking out of that caravan
is honored with disregard
it’s not easy to accept
more than that, it’s fucking hard
but if you want to settle down
you might find a way to get used to it
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8. |
Shooting Stars
04:15
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the signs of the shooting stars
and crackling willow trees
arouse abandoned spirits
it’s hard to deny and even harder to believe
weeks of waiting and daydreaming
nights of wonder and fear
days spend by the freezing sea
revealing the spirits
to be more than an illusion
surreality
new reality
beauty and security
everything so easy
there is no time
and place becomes obsolete
in the presence of this light
awaking in a dream
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9. |
Suuns & Moons
04:20
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the sun and the moon they set
and they rise again
but the day remains the same
weeks and months go by
the seasons they change
as the world is circling around the sun
but I, I’m not part of it
I see the constant change
feel the cold, the warm, the wet and dry
but I, I’m not Part of it
of that world steadily moving on
I’m floating in space
doomed to be the silent observer of the world
tuning without me
the world is turning without me
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10. |
Looman's Blues
04:12
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there is no information
a lack of communication
no sense for consequence
no consequence is making sense
you can wait for the ghost to appear
taking your breathe, taking your fear
you can wait for the ghost to appear
but how long will you wait my dear?
there is no communication
but you’re so hungry for information
fed up with good advice
need something more, more than wise
more than relying on old ideas
more than floating in common spheres
but you will never know enough
no will never know enough
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11. |
Storm
04:26
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where are you going?
there’s storm outside
you might get a cold
you might get a cold
don’t leave me back like this
with this storm inside
I don’t want that cold,
no, I don’t want that cold
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