Album „Two worlds odyssey“ (2010)


Don’t about face
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

Steel, blue and sharp, hurt deep inside.
Thoughts getting dark till the smile will be hide.
Grey and depressed, rainy and cold,
the fall in this year take a big step to grow old.

Downloaded words in the night.
I swallow my tears, then you fail on my side.

Ref.: Zoom and gone, time is on the run, hold me.
I count on you, your embrace, light me up – don’t about face.

Looking despair, tearing one’s hair,
strange people guessing a bad love affair.
Thin-skinned and more, nervous all day,
waiting on the shore for you enter my way.

Downloaded words in the night.
I swallow my tears, then you fail on my side.

Ref.: Zoom and gone, time is on the run, hold me.
I count on you, your embrace, light me up – don’t about face.

White trash slavery
music & lyrics: Chris Handels

Once had a reason, once had a voice.
Once had a god to believe in, yeah,
once it felt like a choice.

So tell me what difference does it make?
When groundings easily, shift and change,
another wheel in this huge, goddamn white trash slavery.

Once had this feeling, once had the trust.
Still got you to believe in,
still it feels like a crush.

So tell me what difference does it make?
When groundings easily, shift and change,
another wheel in this huge, goddamn white trash slavery

In the course of rain
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

Suffer the day, sunlight dries tears away.
Travelin’ to their heart, blinded by frontpapers spark.

In the red coloured zone, years are drowning, last catcalling for whom?
For whom?

Uncounted words, spoken ‘bout changing hurts.
Bare and bizarre, are all hopes for a falling star.

In the red coloured zone, years are drowning, last catcalling for whom?
For whom?

Ref.: Feast for the eyes,
green grass higher than bloodless skies.
Gloomy and strange, behind the plans we’ve arranged,
we maintain the games, in the course of rain.

Suffer the day, sunlight dries tears away.
Travelin’ to their heart, blinded by frontpaper spark.

In the red coloured zone, years are drowning, last catcalling for whom?
For whom?

Ref.: Feast for the eyes,
green grass higher than bloodless skies.
Gloomy and strange, behind the plans we’ve arranged,
we maintain the games, in the course of rain.


Fortyseven
music: Oliver Busch & Chris Handels
lyrics: Oliver Busch


Like fire, everything you say. No compromise, no other way.
In countless hands you showed your might to kill, spread fear and fright.

Your well-known shape leaves no doubt. About your purpose, putting out
a quarter million lights per year, child soldiers’ standard gear.

Ref.: We let you escape from Pandora’s box, unleashed the plague,
enslaved all ourselves, now we’re crying, there’s no fight back from obey.

One hundred million of your kind, have slashed our world since years behind.
A virus, never to be sealed – father’s eternal yield.

Ref.: We let you escape from Pandora’s box, unleashed the plague,
enslaved all ourselves, now we’re crying, there’s no fight back from obey.

Spoken: This is my rifle. There are many like it, but this one is mine.
My rifle is my best friend. It is my life. I must master it as I must master my life. My rifle, without me, is useless. Without my rifle, I am useless. I must
fire my rifle true. I will … Before God I swear this creed. My rifle and myself are the defenders of my country. We are the masters of my enemy. We are the saviors of my life. So be it, until there is no enemy, but peace!

Outro-Ref.: We let you escape from Pandora’s box, unleashed the plague,
Enslaved all ourselves, now we’re crying, there’s no turning back,
for all tears and pain, all the blood we’ve shed will still
remain when darkness once falls over every light you’ve spared
until now.


Forward
music: Fabian Horn & Thea Schnitker
lyrics: Fabian Horn


Fading colours, a horizon of black and white.
Straight illusion, the perfect world (it has) gone quiet.
Annoying contours, no remaining day or night,
turn away, to hide, let your path lead back to life.

A canvas to be contemplate a déjà vu, in your minds,
tracing history, becoming misery, a picture drawn by stolen hands.

Ref.: Focus the future, no more losing, allocate the shining sun,
taking bits of warmth, leave the past behind.
Look forward, better times, now go towards freedom,
shake down all sorrow.

Painful moments, this wall of silence ruined our world.
A broken mirror can’t remember nor understand,
unending nightmares, reflecting past up to my mind.
Can’t imagine, the difference between good or bad.

A canvas to be contemplate a déjà vu, in your minds,
tracing history, becoming misery, a picture drawn by stolen hands.

Ref.: Focus the future, no more losing, allocate the shining sun,
taking bits of warmth, leave the past behind.
Look forward, better times, now go towards freedom,
shake down all sorrow.

So please, come, dream with me, scream with me,
grieve with me.
Oh help me to gain what’s real, just feel the fence,
arresting me. Just help.



The villain
music: Jonas Michalk & Chris Handels
lyrics: Chris Handels


Bony rider I’m a mad survivor, in this game we play for two.
Everytime that you crossed my path you finally had to let me go.
Yes I know how much I’ve sinned, there’s not a good bone within me.
But on the other side there’s only hell as my final destiny.

I’m not ready to lay my head to rest, I will walk this dirty path.

Ref.: Roaming, restless, so shady and cold.
Leaving the trustful so bare.
Holding, defending this old rusty soul.
Harmful, what do I care? What do I care?

Holy bible, rider I swear to god, that I just don’t give a damn.
And if there is an opportunity, then I won’t stand the chance.
Yes I know how I succeed, in making good men’s daughters cry,
no matter how hard your scythe points at me, I still refuse to die.

I am not ready to lay my head to rest, I will walk this dirty path.

Ref.: Roaming, restless, so shady and cold.
Leaving the trustful so bare.
Holding, defending this old rusty soul.
Harmful, what do I care?

What do I care?


One Day
music: Hans Handels
lyrics: Thea Schnitker


Just one day she wants to be like normal girls,
and just one day she wants to feel no pain,
and this day she’ll do everything she likes to,
yes this day she knows she can fly …away…

To a place where she feels no fear inside,
she finds herself in a place of peace.
When she looks back to her real life,
it seems so far away and she wants to stay ...forever…

Bad dreams, dark memories, evil shapes obtain her.
But she disengages herself and…flies…

To a place, where she can feel save and warm.
A place called home, where nothing can go wrong.
It’s a place where she is like normal girls,
and it’s a place where she feels no pain…inside…
Floating in her world, where nothing can go wrong.
Finally become strong.

Better Place
music: Oliver Busch & Chris Handels
lyrics: Oliver Busch


Silence, disturbed, dark news crawl into my head.
I stare, so unreal, claws to choke me, bad nightmare.

Ref.: Bleeding, cryin’ out, all those things you left behind.
Leaving, fly away, time keeps ticking, can’t rewind.

Ice-cold, empty thoughts, fading shadows of your voice.
Deranged, questions call, why your curtain had to fall.

Ref.: Bleeding, cryin’ out, all those things you left behind.
Leaving, fly away, time keeps ticking, can’t rewind.

Ref.: Maybe, some far day, we will hear again your drums.
Beating, echoing, all around that better place…



Ignore
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

We read the news, we watch TV and realize disagree.
‘Bout law and god and all things before, we know that we can’t ignore.

Ref.: No way back to innocence on a highway of fools,
Ignore the simple rules.
Growing evidence for a changing time,
still we ignore all signs.

In parliaments or bankers trust. They’re fighting for their own lust.
We love this life, indolence and more, we know the fear, still we ignore.

Ref.: No way back to innocence on a highway of fools,
Ignore the simple rules.
Growing evidence for a changing time,
still we ignore all signs.



Little faggot dancer
music & lyrics: Chris Handels

This is the time to die, on the dance-floor here tonight.
I set my elbow right between your eyes.
Now don’t pretend to be understanding, sensitive
your attitude is all that I despise.

All this optical fixation, this domination of your orientation.
This skin deep personality, show down at the scenery.

Ref.: Little faggot dancer, you pathetic queen.
Little faggot dancer, so less self-esteem.

You’re such a noisy fool, always trying to jump the queue,
talking bullshit nearly all the time.
Political correct, it covers all the disrespect,
running on the surface, must feel fine.

All this optical fixation, this domination of your orientation.
This skin deep personality, show down at the scenery.

Ref.: Little faggot dancer, you pathetic queen.
Little faggot dancer, so less self-esteem.

Surplus of men
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

Demonstration for women’s rights, power brides, change the guides.
Getting better in a separate room, coming soon, under female moon.

Refr. All in one crock, old mistakes again,
decreased to fuck, the surplus of men.
If they’d wake up from squeeze, while they danced with their fans,
not to be sneezed, the surplus of men.

Body shaking is the other way to reach and stay, but not a gay.
Blond looking with big blue eyes, oversized, stupid fights.

Ref.: All in one crock, old mistakes again,
decreased to fuck, the surplus of men.
If they’d wake up from squeeze, while they danced with their fans,
not to be sneezed, the surplus of men.

Singles in their cars
music & lyrics: Hans Handels

Standing in the doorway, I watch the usual queue.
Stop ‘n go in all streets and no hope for rescue.

Ref.: I see singles in their cars,
everyone is on the run to get a big star.
I say singles are alone,
everyone of them lives on his own.

Raindrops on the windows of an empty bus,
stopping for the cars now, so it can’t work for us.

Ref.: I see singles in their cars,
everyone is on the run to get a big star.
I say singles are alone,
everyone of them lives on his own.




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