 naive (2001) |
a night out round here do not come back mother a day like any other day tuesday night blues nothing more the dark |
| music and lyrics by t all voices and instruments performed by t mixed by andy horn and t engineered, recorded and produced by t at black box studios mastered by andy horn and t artwork by marco scheiper thank you to udo, martin, ingo (scythe) and patrick becker for giving me the oportunity to do this, wolfgang schröder for technical support, christoph scholtes for software help, andy horn, marillion & lucy jordache for allowing me to use the brave-sample (which i didn't, eventually, but anyway...), dominik hüttermann for clouds can and sound help, my neighbours for patience, andreas witte for webmastering, a whole bunch of people of progrock-dt for feedback etc., anifan for visualizing the music - extremely special thank you to kathrin, for more patience and support than anyone can imagine. |
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| lyrics (198?-2001) she said she said i was mistaken she said no one would listen surely things must change but sometimes looking back she said she couldn't be she said deep in her dreams she told me about beauty she told me bout other people irony was death, she said honesty meant frailty she said deep in her dreams i know she wouldn't be so sure that in her dreams *** a night out friday night up your nose people die, people crawl float among the stars again fell the bullets in your head out of money, gone nowhere dance away the scars again *** round here sail away keep me in follow me change the time but round here... drift away whispers soak never united again so round here... *** mother helpless dead before alive your scream too loud to be heard summer left you drowned dry your eyes your face too hard to be felt all too close to be real *** she is dead the stars not bright enough fingers stumbling on the keys i choke on words but night's a coat that wears me or come back here and breathe my life your smile a ghost soul in black and white drift into this void *** tuesday night blues something in that glass that keeps us breathing the bar reflects the shadows on our faces and our hearts were lost in a bottle driving home too late again tonight and my heart's lost in a bottle and since my heart was lost in a bottle but sometimes i remember years before and all this time
that's lost and if your heart was lost in a bottle cause my heart was lost in a bottle *** nothing more the red sun blood on the snow all i see mirrors itself the same endless sky, same endless life mouth shut, teeth fall down the same endless sky, same endless life maybe i died and you're still alive *** about us from the stardust that we shed in the song that does not end though the grass grows slower now the sun on your face the songs all remain and in all the things we're missing though our room's a shroud the summer remains the first times we dared our eyes never close though they'll never understand from the stardust that we shed the sun on your face the summer remains the future we dared our eyes may have closed and all this is gone and all you may laugh |
rear view mirror.some notes.
there are so many conversations in our lives that most of them blur to a sullen murmur in the background of our memories. but sometimes someone manages to disclose a new world. most of the time, they do not tell us anything really new; it's hidden somewhere in the way the say it, the way they speak, the way the words fuse with the situation in which they are spoken. these are the moments that are impossible to forget. what "she said" has been staying with me for since i was about 12; and although one always thinks of oneself as older and wiser and stronger and less naive "now", i personally found out that whenever i catch a glimpse of what i really want to say, it has got to do with these few sentences i was taught back then, however simplistic and naive they might appear. 02 a night out some of you might know the certain mixture of aggression and resignation when confronted with the incredibly stupid, but also incredibly large mass of people one meets during clubbing. i was vaguely, yet extremely fascinated by the rude instincts that reign the night life, the ever-present despair of those who are still single and remain leftovers at 4.30 am, the strange economics of one night stands, the unnegotiable sadism of face-keeping, the true god of the night... as bono put it: a vampire or a victim, it depends on who's around. 03 round here a very old tune that has never left me ever since it was written in a hotel room in london in 1992. however much may have changed since then, the situation has basically stayed the same, and after all, the rain is still here... i think the lyrics pretty much speak for themselves, so i'll just leave you here. i have played it live on several occasions, and it was included on the clouds can demo "moon" in 1995. 04 do not come back also very old... i still remember the day i put this together: autumn 1994, the inevitable german rain, my first cup of roibosh tea ever. i had just bought a new acoustic guitar and it seemed to have brought this tune with it from the shop: it just "happened" to me. i cannot remember a time now when "do not come back" did not exist as a recurring background soundtrack of rainy afternoons. the title wasn't an option either - it, too, seemed to have come from somewhere outside of me; i just wrote it down. 05 mother a very close friend of mine had to face two unsuccessful pregnancies; although she never really talked about it, every single mm of her body has ever since been painted by the muffled cries of her loss. however, "mother" is rather about my not being allowed to talk about it than it is really for her. i hate dedications like that; for what could i ever say to ease the pain she must have imprisoned for all these years... and still keeps? suffice it to tell you that i could never stop my mind going back to this afternoon back then when i first heard her story. 06 a day like any other day there are occasions when a loss is so unspeakably huge, vast, big, great, everlasting that every day you encounter afterwards cannot be of any value, that they all fade into one endless blur of whatever it is that they call "time". 07 she is dead picture this: late night, the rain on the windows aquarelling the world, no sound in the house, you tried to sleep, but couldn't, back at your desk, staring at the screen, trying to find the exhaustion you lost in order to get some sleep, some dream, some peace... of course, you do not succeed. you are only being exhausted by seeking exhaustion. "she is dead" is the classical piece of the author writing about himself trying to write - about what he doesn't know yet. all he does know is that there is something that needs to be written down lest his mind burst with it. "she is dead" was the starting point of the solo album, the one impulse that showed me that there was something that really needed to scratched open. without it, "naive" and all subsequent albums might as well not exist. it is one of the very few instances of my songs when the lyrics preceded the music. 08 tuesday night blues if you've ever been in a bar
drinking because there
is no other option, you know what i am talking
about. it seems to me that especially the men in such bars, emergency
drinkers, are all one from a certain angle, and that it is mostly the
fact that others have to face similar situations that offers the
consolation we are all looking for in such places, albeit talisker is
always a reason to stay up late. 09 nothing more friends come and go, on the whole, and that's ok in most of the cases: you grow, they grow, you might grow apart... nothing wrong with it, i have always preferred honesty to loyalty. on the other hand, there are people concerning whom you always hope that they will stay, and who will then thoroughly disappoint you when they let you down. most often, i encounter such situations when a) the person in question is female and b) she has a boyfriend or husband. (i don't know why, but i seem to be the natural enemy of all boyfriends in this world.) when "she" told me that she could not go on seeing me, i already knew that she would be extremely hard to miss. which she still is. however, "she" is not to be confused with the "shes" in other songs on the album... 10 the dark i woke up after a really bosch-ian nightmare and stumbled to the computer. a sketch of something i do not want to see completed. 11 about us there are lines in here that go
back to the late 80ies. i
wrote the refrain in 13/8 before i even knew that 13/8 existed or how
to play it (which might have been the reason why none of my early bands
could perform it...). today,
some parts of the lyrics feel as if my throat were too narrow to let
the words float through it, the proverbial lump just would not let me
sing them. interestingly, these parts were the oldest, the most naive,
the ones i had wanted to change first; but as soon as i had tried to
sing the new versions and the older worlds came out, i knew the song
would not let me change a single vowel. |