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tracklist:

01 – tempest
02 – all at sea
03 – final person
04 – sober
05 – day off
06 – the home you could have found
07 – really soon now
08 – aha namnar
09 – fraud ridicule
10 – deadlock
11 – redundancer
12 – saviour

artwork:

artwork-unloved-bliss

lyrics:

tempest

in the centre of humming diligence
i’m incapable of taking the swarm to pieces
in the centre of humming diligence
i’m incapable of standing out against the world

sitting there, motionless at the hive
an epitome of inactivity
beside the mother of effectiveness
movement is your colour
and the canvas is everything else
your bustle is beyond enthusiasm and idleness

you don’t care about what is
beyond your imagination
and i don’t have to justify myself
for not humming

in the centre of humming diligence
i’m incapable of taking the swarm to pieces
in the centre of humming diligence
i’m incapable of standing out against the world

sitting there motionless at the hive
an epitome of inactivity
beside the mother of effectiveness

enjoying the humming chord
of a thousand rhythms
i know that my laziness is protecting me
enjoying the humming chord
of a thousand rhythms
i know that my laziness is protecting me
from stings

in the centre of humming diligence
i’m incapable of taking the swarm to pieces
in the centre of humming diligence
i’m incapable of standing out against the world

all at sea

there are a bewildering number
of possibilities to get lost
and so little chance to be found

so there is no other choice but to hang on
welcome to this nightmare
let me show you around

i am in deep waters
and i lose my bearings
from being washed downstream
hoping to be washed ashore

why am i so confused

i am all at sea
waves of danger, waves of worry
i am all at sea
waves of danger, waves of fear

i am all at sea
waves of danger, waves of worry
i am all at sea
waves of fear crowd in upon me

i am in deep waters
and i lose my bearings
from being washed downstream
hoping to be washed ashore

i am lost in thought
and my head is swimming
cause i lose sight of the horizon
i don’t know the right way, no more

waves of danger, waves of worry
waves of danger, waves of fear
crowd in upon me

i am all at sea
waves of danger, waves of worry
i am all at sea
waves of danger, waves of fear

i am all at sea
waves of danger, waves of worry
i am all at sea
waves of fear crowd in upon me

final person

confidence
strength
will
ambition
target
resistance
persistence
i’m brave!

i’ve got a hug for those who are worth it
and swear words for those who deserve it

fucker!

all these things are a part of me
what did you think
that you could see?

what did you think that you could see?
what did you think that you would see?
did you ever think that you would see my…

confidence
strength
will
ambition
targets
resistance
persistence

i’ve got a hug for those who are worth it
and swear words for those who deserve it

i’m brave

all the signs
all these dreams
all schemes
seem to be no part of me

all these things are a part of me
what did you think
that you could see?

all these things are a part of me
what did you think
that you could see?

what did you think
that you could see?

what did you think
that you could see?

 

sober

it’s a quarter to three
come to the dance floor
i don’t wanna leave
i’m not sober

it’s a quarter to three
i’m on the dance floor
i don’t wanna leave
i’m not sober

i don’t wanna leave

 

day off

get your stuff packed
don’t think about the point of it
just come with us to the sea

i gazed right into nothing
while landscapes passed me by
and didn’t even notice
that we joined in a smile

the distance melted, the idea got concrete
each cloud became the enemy
well prepared to put our trip to death
and we jointly held our breath

now, we’re here and the sun is setting
on a clear firmament
the sea whispers invitations
from behind a cosy dune
wet sand sticks between our toes and
faint stars lit above our heads
as we gaze in wonder at the afterglow
of this everydaylight, ready to forget

just one day
for just this very day

we’ve to leave as the sun is rising
on a clear firmament
the sea whispers ‘good bye’
from behind a cosy dune
it has just a new day begun
as we gaze in wonder at the golden touch
of the new daylight
and we’ll never forget

 

the home you could have found

again and again
you don’t want what you have
you just don’t get the treasure in your hand

but it’s a fallacy

again and again
you don’t want to remain
you don’t care for the home you could have found
you just don’t care
for the home you could have found

it’s a fallacy
to believe we had bliss
as our goal

everywhere you look
people making their bliss
conditional upon inanities
clinging to secret inanities
defend inanities
are broken down by inanities

when vainly remaining is
what you consider my place in this life

don’t be stupid

you will find it deserted

it’s a fallacy
to believe we had bliss
as our goal

 

really soon now

if i had a minute
for every day i wasted
i’d be rich in time
and if i had a grain of sand
for every chance not taken
half the world would be mine

opportunity hasn’t got any best before date
so it’s never too soon
and rarely too late

so should i spend time
crying about the waste of chances?
is this world really supposed to be mine?

it ain’t as much as i ain’t anyone’s
i’ll have to distinguish the purpose of chance
never ending mending drives content into the sand

if i had a minute
for every day i wasted
i’d be rich in time
and if i had a grain of sand
for every chance not taken
half the world would be mine

sometimes i can’t stand my
sedentary way of life
but my delays
are not measured in minutes or days

all i have in minutes or sand
is a small sandglass in my hand
all i have in minutes or sand
is this small sandglass

if i had a minute
for every day i wasted
i’d be rich in time
and if i had a grain of sand
for every chance not taken
half the world would be mine

 

aha namnar

mmmmhmhmmhmhm

aaahh ahahahha

mmmhmhmmhmh
mhmhmhmh

bo bobo bo bob bobo
bo bob bobo bobobobo

mhmhmhmmh

ahahahhaah ahahaha
mhmhmhmh

 

fraud ridicule

i cannot express my anger about you
it makes me wanna scream, wanna bite, wanna break out

something that i mind
someone like you
could cause a real bad damage,
well, it’s the truth,
without a reason we are now enemies
you know no bounds
it doesn’t give me any peace

take care that you are not hoist with your own petard

do you really think you’re blessed with innocence?
soon i’ll wipe this insolent smirk off your face!
do you really think you deserve to feel fine?
what you deserve is what you’ll get one day!
do you really think you deserve to feel free?
do you really think everything you did was right?
i cannot express all this anger in me!
you should better listen to me and…

take care that you are not hoist with your own petard

you of all people have to complain
you of all people have to mistrust
you of all people feel treated unfairly
you of all spiteful little women

take care that you are not hoist with your own petard

 

deadlock

(you’re less a dreamer than me, john!)

dear John,

the world that we live in is in a quiet good shape
we don’t have to imagine, john, indeed we have to scrape:
get rid of all the mights and mays and just believe our eyes
facts beyond (our) horizon tend to spoil our paradise

indeed, the world that they live in might come in with the news
but wears off to a creepy rumour, a faint thought ment to loose.
cause it would blew away our minds if we tried to understand
that the homes of them are burning while we belong to fairyland

don’t ask me to imagine peace
imagine how the world could be
it means to know the other pieces
that we don’t want to see
don’t dare to ask me dreaming, john.
I’m half awake and fully shocked.
I’ve tried to merge those worlds in one,
but only got the toy guns cocked.

deadlock society
can’t stand reality

dear john, I know you’ve got a point, but listen what remains:
we sing along the wishfull phrases and nestle into chains.
we cry about the loss of those who asked to mend the ways,
we switch the channel on tv when bad things ruin our days.

 

redundancer

can’t even remember the bore
i encountered the day before
nothing stands out and asks for the blame
everything constantly keeps the same

every day keeps exactly
every night keeps exactly
everyone keeps exactly
every jest keeps exactly the same

getting worse, ‚though

when did it start, the dull circle of life?
I’m even longing for 9 till 5
but i’m a sucker at every soft skill
i am ridden by lack of good will

fire away: ch-ch-ch-changes
gimme a gun; ma-ma-ma-murder
are you afraid? well i’m just kidding
is it okay (hmm) if i wasn’t?

redundancing (give me a reason!)

redundancer

 

saviour

so you have to take it all
but the promise that you got
‚cause it strikes me that you fall
back on acting in cold blood

i am afraid that this is the moment
we are past saving, past saving

see me here with a sinking heart

so you have to break it all
also the promise that you made
now it strikes me that you fall
about laughing in cold hate

your true colours are shown
can’t believe what i see
so save your breath
don’t try and kid me

i am afraid that this is the moment
we are past saving, past saving

where’s my saviour,
where’s my saviour…

production and stuff

recorded @ echolux, leipzig
produced by schmidt & unloved

mix & master by michael boer (echolux)

artwork: andreas bachmann

published by kick the flame

release: valentine’s day 2015

credits:

shya: vox (gesang), backings (zweitstimmen), synthesizer, programming (elektrokram), additional percussion, blow dryer (fön) // mr: guitar (gitarre), western guitar (westerngitarre), prepared jazz guitar (präparierte halbresonanz-gitarre), programming (elektrokram), drum loops // tschacke: bass guitar (e-bass), guitar (gitarre), programming (elektrokram), drum loops // sascha wuck: guitar (gitarre) @ 3+4+7, western guitar (westerngitarre) @ 3, programming (elektrokram) @ 3+4+9, drum loops @ 9 // benjamin erler: guitar (gitarre) @ 1+2+4+5, western guitar (westerngitarre) @ 5 // andy schmidt: additional programming @ 3+10+12 // christin gertler: percussion @ 7+12 // rené gertler: drums (schlagzeug) @ 3+4+6+7+9+10+12 // alexander „sasch“ tscholakov: drums (schlagzeug) @ 1+2+4+5+8+9+11