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Mushroom Jesus
03:16
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Well, I found my Mushroom Jesus
While you went down to Mexico
Well, he stood right round the corner
Did not glitter, did not glow
While you were stepping round the pyramids with your backpack on
He took my hand and said: “Eternity is not a matter of time, son!”
O Babe, I found my Mushroom Jesus
Yes, and he took me by my hand
While you were shitting right the soul out of you
He took me to the Promised Land
When you were sick and dirty crawling back into your jungle bed
He touched my heart and touched my soul and woke me from the dead…
O well, I found my Mushroom Jesus
Or should I say that he found me
And he healed me from diseases
And he healed me from TV
While you were gulping down San Pedro Juice trying to get high
He whispered straight into my brain: “Kid, all you know is just a lie!”
When you were sick and dirty crawling back into your jungle bed
He touched my heart and touched my soul and woke me from the dead...
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She works harder than a hooker - only they get better paid
And her boss will have her fired if she’s one more time too late
She has dreamed so many times of the day when she will quit
But she needs this job because it’s only her and her little kid
And there’re all those men who look at her but never at her face
And there’re all those times it dawns to her she’ll never leave this place
There is nothing you can do to her not already been done
So be careful what you ask of her…
She’s a waitress - she is like a loaded gun
Yes her feet do always hurt and also does her back
She did not count the steps she’d made – long ago she did loose track
But she wipes the tears away and she puts her smile back on
Grabs her tray and grabs her name tag – ´cause the show goes on an´ on…
And there’re all those women judging her but never to her face
And there’re all those times it dawns to her she’ll never leave this place
There is nothing you can do to her not already been done
So be careful what you ask of her…
She’s a waitress - she is like a loaded gun
And when ever you do meet her, buddy, here is my advice:
What ever name she might be wearing – she’s a goddess in disguise
She’s the goddess of the dishes, the fulfiller of your wishes
So you better tip her greatly and you’d better playing nice…
And she is watching all the people and she looks in every face
She sees every bit of cruelty and every bit of grace
Once she tried to make a difference
And some day she’ll get it done
So you better look not down on her…
There is nothing you can do to her not already been done
So be careful what you ask of her…
She’s a waitress – she’s like a loaded gun
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Dream with me and the country
Dream with me, my love
Dream of the singing of the birds and the trees
And the stones and the blue sky above
Walk with me trough the country
Walk with me to the well
And share with me the water of love
It will clean us from every bad spell
You got rainbows in your hair and it smells like grass and pine
And your eyes shining green like the sea
And like the earth and the sky
I belong to you
And you belong to me
Dream with me and the country
Dream with me and the land
Dream of the crickets and the snakes and the snails
And maybe we will understand
Lay with me in the country
Lay with me on the ground
Listen to the songs of the grass and the wind
It’s our home that we’ve finally found
You got rainbows in your hair and it smells like grass and pine
And your eyes shining green like the sea
And like the earth and the sky
I belong to you
And you belong to me
This should last forever
Like the very first day
In God’s own garden
Where we meant to stay
No time to be wasted
No way leads astray
In God’s own garden
Where we meant to stay…
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4. |
A Man Has To Live
04:40
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On the day when I cut my hair
I had no idea, man, I swear
That I would wear this ol´tie
Like a rope ´round my neck till the day I will die
A briefcase, a suit and a pen
That’s all it takes to work for the man
Well, I rehearsed this speech more than one time before
And now I am here knocking on your front door…
A man has to live, a man has to eat
And in order to do so the things he has to do
They are not always sweet
He has to sell out and pretend it’s a win
Well, it’s nothing to die for but that’s what the lie’s for
That he’s changing the system from within
I am selling the good stuff to you
If you need it? I don’t have a clue
But I sure as hell need you to buy
´Cause I need a new suit and I need a new tie
And a new car with automatic gear
And holiday flights at least three times a year
Well, this scratches not even the core –
But that’s why I am here knocking on your front door
Man, I’m still the old rebel, right deep down inside me
You can trust me with this – but my girlfriend and I we have needs
Freedom does not come cheaply and I don’t say it lightly
Someone has to keep on and keep doing the deeds
Not this much long ago – when my hair was much longer
We happened to think we could live from pure love and clean air
But the world is not like this, and I guess it sounds desperate
And I need you, I need you, I need you to sign right down here
Cause a man has to live, a man has to eat
And in order to do so the things he has to do
They are not always sweet
He has to sell out and pretend it’s a win
Well, it’s nothing to die for but that’s what the lie’s for
That he’s changing the system from within
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5. |
Doing Nothing
04:29
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The phone does ring, it’s always you - you want me to go out
But I can see right from my pillow the sky is full of clouds
The clock is ticking, life is short - I think I’ll stay in bed
It’s good to hide beneath the blankets when people outside going mad
Tellin´you lies, killing some flies and running out of alibis
For doing nothing, mhmhmhh
I am a fool, floating in a pool of useless, pretty things
And doing nothing, waiting what tomorrow´ll bring
When I was young I have been told the world would become better
All new horizons made of gold and always sunny weather
There would be never ending joy and everlasting fun
But, Baby, when I look around me - were have all those flowers gone?
Tellin´you lies, killing some flies and running out of alibis
For doing nothing, mhmhmhh
I am a fool, floating in a pool of useless, pretty things
And doing nothing, waiting what tomorrow´ll bring
Waiting, waiting what tomorrow´ll bring
Why should I swing my feet outside, why should I raise a hand
The cushions are so soft and smooth - It’s like the Promised Land
No sense is no where to be found in all this struggle and this strive
And even if I tried this hard… I never would come out of this world alive…
Tellin´you lies, killing some flies and running out of alibis
For doing nothing, mhmhmhh
I am a fool, floating in a pool of useless, pretty things
And doing nothing, waiting what tomorrow´ll bring…
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6. |
Leftover Tiger
05:46
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The circus tent is empty the caravans are gone
The wizard’s laying drunk around his spells are all undone
The magic is all broken it never will be back
Times ain´t no more as they used to be in the golden ages way back
And all those good times long gone by
Hardly fill me up with rage
´Cause I’m an old, flea-bitten tiger
In a rusty, narrow cage
And all those broken dreams
They don´t fill me up with rage
´Cause I’m an old, flea-bitten tiger
Just sitting in my cage
The dancers and the jugglers they now do decent work
The lion tamer lost his whip he serves now as a clerk
And even all those crazy clowns who gave their jokes for free
They nowadays are salesmen for an insurance company
And all those wasted lives
Hardly fill me up with rage
´Cause I’m an old, flea-bitten tiger
In a rusty, narrow cage
And all those broken dreams
They don’t fill me up with rage
´Cause I’m an old, flea-bitten tiger
Just sitting in my cage
Some dreams are dying slowly but nevertheless they die
There is no paying audience left - there is no use to cry
There’s just a dirty fairground and no one left but me
An abandoned, broken roadside show with nothing else to see
And all this vanished joy
Hardly fills me up with rage
´Cause I’m an old, flea-bitten tiger
In a rusty, narrow cage
And all those broken dreams
They don’t fill me up with rage
´Cause I’m an old, flea-bitten tiger
In a rusty, narrow cage
Maybe it is the wisdom
Some say it comes with age
Or I´m just an old, flea-bitten tiger
Still sitting in my cage…
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No Place Like Heaven
05:06
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Grandma, o Grandma - tell me, please don’t lie
Will you go to heaven the day you gonna die?
Son, there is no heaven, son, there is no hell
I simply go to sleep and I’ll sleep deep and well
Raven, o raven - tell me, please don’t lie
Will I go to heaven the day I gonna die?
There’s no place like heaven, there simply is the sky
It’s wide and blue and empty - it’s where I use to fly
Tomcat, o tomcat - tell me, please don’t lie
Is there for you a heaven, where you go when you die?
I don’t believe in heaven, but maybe I could try
But only if there’s a lot of mice and I
Taxman, o taxman – tell me, please don´t lie
Are you allowed to heaven the day you gonna die?
I don’t know about heaven, ´cause I go straight to hell
It´s where they cooked up money and cooked up me as well
Sweetheart, o sweetheart - tell me, please don’t lie
Will you ever leave me, will our love once die?
Our love will stay forever, so lover, don’t you cry
We’ll always be together even if we die
Our love will live forever, so baby, don’t you cry
´Cause there’s no place in heaven for such as You and I
No place in heaven, for such as you and I
No place in heaven, for such as You and I
No place like heaven, for such as You and I
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8. |
Moving On
05:13
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Waiting for a bus to hit me
Waiting for a train to crush me down
Waiting for a job to fit me
Or should I leave the town
Waiting for the world to crown me
Waiting for a big cake slice
Waiting for the rain to drown me
Waiting for the people to be nice
Life ain´t good in the city
I know, this used to be fun
But now the things ain´t so pretty
So why not hit the road and run
And keep rolling, rolling, rambling and strolling
Heads up high, feet straight to the ground
To unknown horizons - a new moon is rising
A brand new world is waiting to be found
All I have to do is really leave the town…
Waiting for all people to be equal
Waiting for the poor becoming rich
Waiting for another movie sequel
Or maybe I should pull the switch
Waiting for the streets to be dog-shit-free
Waiting for the traffic-lights to turn
Waiting for some big ideas to hit me
Or maybe I should shut the door and burn the house
´Cause life gets stale in the city
I know, this used to be fun
I could wait for a bus to hit me
Or I could hit the road and run…
Waiting for the money to show up
Waiting to make some friends
Waiting for the system to blow up
But why not simply step outside the fence…
And keep rolling, rolling, rambling and strolling
Heads up high, feet straight to the ground
To unknown horizons - a new moon is rising
A brand new world is waiting to be found
All I have to do is really leave the town
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9. |
The Game (For Chris)
05:13
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I was up all night again
The stakes were flying high
,You can get always what you want´
They tell you, but it’s just a lie
I spent my life with gambling,
Cigarettes and booze
But I learned just another
Of one million ways to loose
And now the game is over and the money’s all gone
And I'm sitting here and waiting for the sun
With all those promises broken and the rights all wrong
I'm sitting here and waiting for the sun…
All I ever had
I put it on the table
As friends of mine once told me to:
Don’t hold back, when you’re young and able
They all live in big houses now
And eat off silver platters
And I’m about the only one
Who cares what really matters…
They say the game is over and the money’s all gone
And I'm sitting here and waiting for the sun
With all those promises broken and the rights all wrong
I'm sitting here and waiting for the sun
They tell you all your life
How it’s supposed to be
To make a million dollars
And get a job - like on TV
I never really bought it
It simply felt not right
I cashed in my insurances
And went looking for the light
I travelled through this world
Spent all my magic chips
I never hit the jackpot
But always gave the biggest tips
The last of my belongings
Took some street kids in Mumbai
I’d rather gave up everything
Than loosing my own way
Maybe the game is over and the life is gone
And I'm sitting here and waiting for the sun
With all those promises broken and the rights all wrong
I'm sitting here and waiting for the sun
But I'm not done
As long as there’s a light shining on me…
There’re better days to come
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Our love was full of promise and also kind of brief
I´m sitting here and wondering why on earth did you have to leave
I wish I´d paid attention the day of our first date
You told me, you´re a traveller - I did´nt listen and now it is to late
And I am waiting for you, waiting for you all the time
And I got the strangest feeling in this ol´ chest of mine…
I got a cardboard box in the place where once my heart was
And its filled with postcards sent by you
From all those places you now pretend that there your life is
And I hope it is a cardboard box heart for you too
I went to see my doctor and she was kind of sweet –
´I think, you are a vampire ´cause I cant hear the faintest beat´
I said: ´No, I was not bitten and daylight I not flee
But I fell for this woman, the one, who dumped me recently
And I am waiting for her, waiting for her all the time
And I got the strangest feeling in this ol´ chest of mine…
I got a cardboard box in the place where once my heart was
And its filled with postcards sent by you
From all those places you now pretend that there your life is
And I hope it is a cardboard box heart for you too
Oh once I was so happy and sunny as the day
Untill you came a-runnin and took my heart away
And now I´m always wondering, still wondering where you are
In London, in Acapulco, in Seattle or in Zanzibar…
And I´m looking for you, looking for you all the time
And still got the strangest feeling in this ol´ chest of mine…
I got a cardboard box in the place where once my heart was
And its filled with postcards sent by you
From all those places you now pretend that there your life is
And I hope it is a cardboard box heart for you too
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11. |
Old Getting Cowboy
04:41
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I am a cowboy riding all day long
Through prairies and canyons where I belong
But when I’m coming home to my cabin
I’m sitting on my bed and weep
I am a big guy and I carry a gun
I cast a big shadow - blocking out the sun
But when I’m home alone in my cabin
I’m sitting on my bed and weep
What all I ever do - the girls, they don’t really like me
They only see this dangerous and really big guy
This motherfuckin badass who shoots squirrels in his backyard
But all I want is kisses and some home made apple pie…
I am so badass and I’m six feet tall
I am the most frightening of them all
But when I’m home alone in my cabin
I’m sitting on my bed and weep
I go to dances and I go to fairs
I want romances and I want heirs
But I always come alone to my cabin
And sit down on my bed and weep
What all I ever do - the girls, they don’t really like me
They only see this dangerous and really big guy
This motherfuckin badass who shoots squirrels in his backyard
But all I want is kisses and some home made apple pie…
You think I’m happy but I am not
My life is crappy and I’m smoking pot
Huhuhuh Huhuhuh
Sometimes I pay for sex on the phone
´Cause I am feeling this goddamn alone
I am nothing but an old getting cowboy
Huhuhuh
I am nothing but an old getting cowboy
Huhuhuh
(He is nothing but an old getting cowboy)
Huhuhuh
And I’m sitting on my bed and weep…
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12. |
Big Fishes Swim Slowly
04:16
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You´re rollin down this highway
The one, they say, it´s lost
Somewhere you took the wrong turn
And you´re still payin´ the costs
There´s no angel comin down to guide you on your way
There´s no angel comin down…
You´re rollin down this highway
To something far ahead
You´re tired and you´re lonesome
And sometimes you go mad
There´s no angel comin down no matter how you pray
There´s no angel comin down but that´s okay…
Cause everything´s gonna be alright
And suddenly there´s a brandnew sight
And you get it now that big fishes swim slowly
But reach their goal right on time
You´re rollin down this highway
Leads straight to hell, they say
But where you´re really end up
Let´s wait for judgement day
There´s no angel comin down to rig the scales for you
There´s no angel comin down - it´s up to you…
But everything´s gonna be alright
And suddenly there´s a brandnew sight
And you get it now that big fishes swim slowly…
But reach their goal right on time
It´s been no easy walk for you
But finally all things come true
Cause you get it now that big fishes swim slowly…
And reach their goal right on time
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13. |
Everything Is Holy
04:08
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Everything is holy, everything is good
Every single stone and tree
Everything is holy, everything is good
Everything and you and me
Everything is holy, everything is good
Every sparrow in the sky
Everything that breathes everything that swims
Everything that walks or flies
And when I die I’ll turn into a magpie
And maybe you will turn into one too
We spread our wings and dive into the big light
And swim together trough the skies of blue
Everything is holy, every single beat
Of your heart and every cry
Every single moment, the bitter and the sweet ones
Every thing you’re passing by
And when you die you’ll turn into a seagull
And maybe I will turn into one too
We spread our wings and dive into the big light
And swim together trough the skies of blue
Everything is holy, everything is good
Everything and you and me
Everything is holy, everything is good
Everything that lives is free
Everything is holy, everything is holy
Everything that lives is free
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