Album „Beyond the flatline“ (2006)


Home from home
music: Hans Handels
lyrics: Christoph Handels


Concrete leads the way along the waters
we won’t hesitate, we won’t falter
my rubbery feet, they keep going on.

Tires be my feet, yeah so I’ll run
all along these streets, well

And the thoughts in my head they run even faster
I’m an escapist, a passenger home from home
(cause) we keep runnin‘ on.

Tires be my feet, yeah so I’ll run
all along these streets, well on and on.

I can feel you move, hear you breathing
then I realize this is freedom
I’m on my own but not alone.

Tires be my feet, yeah so I’ll run
all along these streets, well on and on.

Tires be my feet, yeah so I’ll run
all along these streets, well.

Thrill me
music & lyrics by Hans Handels

I keep my head in the clouds
they’re crossing my way
gliding and dreaming one of those easy days

Wake up with a smile
breakfast and sun
starting the day, all I want is to have some fun

Too narrow is the way that I walk
I’m tearing my hair
afraid of my own words, when I talk
don’t wanna strip myself bare

Come on thrill me
choke me and strike me down
maybe that’ll heal me
help me to stand my ground, right now

Too tired to live
too restless for sleep
I’ll go crazy, still lazy for everything to seek

I’m sick of waiting long time
all the months and years
it‘s too much patience they need
I’m speaking loud and serious

Come on thrill me
choke me and strike me down
maybe that‘ll heal me
help me to stand my ground, right now

VS
music: Hans Handels
lyrics: Christoph Handels


It’s inner life vs outside masquerade.
It’s polite talking vs all the things we feel.

If we’d unite these two parts that seem to be divided.
Would this make us live in fear or could this make us pure?
At least we’d open a door.

It’s true intentions vs obvious (reasoning)
It’s mixed up emotions vs solid friendship.

If we’d unite these two parts that seem to be divided.
Would this make us live in fear or could this make us pure?
At least we’d open a door.

Had to speak
music: Krzysztof von Bronk und Christoph Handels
lyrics: Christoph Handels


Rest within this downward stream
as we’ve talked it all away
Patience has proofed itself
beeing a waste of time
can we rearrange our lives?

Hold back by those things that I had to say
made myself a liar for a smile.
Woken by those words that I hate to say
won’t get any sleep tonight.

We lived in this tree
until we’ve ripped out all it’s leaves.
Seconds became hours
and moments became days
as there’s nothin‘ left to say.

Hold back by those things that I had to say
made myself a liar for a smile.
Woken by those words that I hate to say
won’t get any sleep tonight.

Weegee’s dice
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

What’s happened in the Tube
What’s going on with you
You’re standing in a crowd, outside
With a frozen phantomine
We staring to the distroid line
The die is cast, without you
Still curios to see the naked truth - weegee - the famous weegee.

Hurricanes with a first name
Floods news comes again
We’re standing in a crowd, outside
In a breake of the TV-fun
We staring to a boy with a gun
The die is cast, without you
Still curios to see the naked truth - weegee - the famous weegee.

He flashed through your eyes
He looks behind disguise
The lust to see you bleeding, too is in weegee’s dice

At the scene of accident
Right to your door, a life will end
You’re standing in a crowd, outside.


Say no!
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

In every single piece
of germ-cells that you squeeze
and throw away in the refuse.

There’s a sign of god
which deserves respect and blood
diluting within your veins.

Deep frozen a forgotten sort
for sale, a taste of the lord, say no! Say no!
Blowin‘ the foreign dust till dawn,
buy a life and pick up your own, say no! Say no!

The counted souls of this earth
don’t need a control of rebirth
and no scheme of programmed brains.

Until the end comes
we’ll ignore all signs
and moods for fun.

Deep frozen a forgotten sort
for sale, a taste of the lord, say no! Say no!
Blowin‘ the foreign dust till dawn,
buy a life and pick up your own, say no! Say no!

The truth’s wings
music: Hans Handels
lyrics: Christoph Handels


Pray to your savior
to cleanse this brave new world
you’re a believer
and I’m a cynical

The truth’s wings are open wide
your truth is my beloved lie

Focused on pure words that
you’re fighting for
this life is filled with questionmarks
I cannot ignore

The truth’s wings are open wide
your truth is my beloved lie

When I look in your eyes
I see your happiness
wish I could be like you
as doubts grab my chest all the time

Pray to your savior
To cleanse this brave new world
You’re a believer
and I‘m a cynical

The truth’s wings are open wide
your truth is my beloved lie
The truth’s wings are open wide
your truth is my beloved lie.

Immune
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

Soldiers on time
moving on the borderline
balancing on the top
for the pleasure of the mob.

They’re catching you
trying to rule your wants, too
hunted down their breath
crawling on your neck until your dead

Deep inside I’m immune, protected by music
everytime I’m swinging in tunes, can never lose it
neverending love affair.

It’s no whistle in the wood
it’s no claim to be misunderstood
more than a home
of honesty in a gothic dome

Deep inside I’m immune, protected by music
everytime I’m swinging in tunes, can never lose it
neverending love affair

I realise that I’m immune, when I dreaming in music
I’ll survive in my cocune, warm and amusing
it’s a neverending love affair.


Super
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

In the hall of reception
glance and glimmer all the time
cold and clean, without affection
will make believe there’s no crime

Welcome in our super-country
always happy in a good kind
lull to sleep, dull and blind

Her pale skin seemed silky
a deep blue sea in her eyes
her beauty needs my guilty
living easy with those lies

Welcome in our super-future
wealthy kids shall come more
no heavens law

Welcome in our supercity
till the lights will going out
crying your catcalls loud

just reach your hand
to some new super friends


In search of blind trust
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

darkness in lights
loudness in silent smiles
flowers in the dirt
happiness and hurt

without doubt
everything is calling loud
in search of blind trust

bitter or sweet
believer, in no case they will bleed
unkown and strange
there’s more than mortal remains

without doubt
everything is calling loud
in search of blind trust



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