Lyrics

The Lady of Corvic

Text: Peter Huntenburg  /  Musik: PaulAlexander Jost  /  Bearbeitung: Ralf Veith

Höfische Liebe zur Ritterzeit, auch Minne genannt, gründete auf den moralischen Werten Treue, Ehre, Beweise der Liebe durch Kampf, geistiges Verstehen und unbedingtes Zusammenhalten innerhalb der Verwandtschaft oder einer Gemein-schaft. Triebhaftigkeit galt nichts. Wenn der Trieb durchbrach, wurde die Schwere des Vergehens durch Tötung des Missetäters/der Missetäterin, durch Kriege oder durch ein Machtwort des Königs oder der Kirche entschieden.

König Artus heiratet Guinevere. Guinevere und Sir Lancelot verlieben sich, aber alles geschieht heimlich. Lancelot ist unterwegs, um Abenteuer zu bestehen. Die Jungfrau von Corvic liebt Lancelot ebenfalls. Sie lockt ihn nachts in ihr Schloss unter dem Vorwand, sie sei Guinevere. Lancelot, blind vor Liebe, bemerkt die Täuschung erst am nächsten Morgen. Das Kind dieser Nacht wird der spätere Gralsritter Galahad.
‚TWAS EARLY IN THE MORNING LIGHT, SIR LANCELOT LAY ASLEEP. THE VERY FINE LADY AT HIS SIDE SAT UP AND BEGAN TO WEEP. SIR LANCELOT THE LADY KISSED, HE SAID: „I HAVE TO GO, THE NIGHT WAS DARK, I HAVEN’T SEEN YOU’RE NOT GUINEVERE,I LOVE HER SO.“

SIR LANCELOT, SIR LANCELOT TELL ME WHAT HAVE I DONE, YOU KISSED ME AND I LOVE YOU SO, BUT TOMORROW YOU ARE GONE. SIR LANCELOT, SIR LANCELOT TELL ME WHAT HAVE I DONE, YOU SLEPT WITH ME ‚TIL MORNING LIGHT, BUT TOMORROW YOU ARE GONE.

THE FAMOUS KNIGHT HE SAID GOOD-BYE TOOK WEAPON, HORSE AND SWORD. HE DIDN’T LOOK BACK AND HE HE DIDN’T TRY TO FIND A LOVELY WORD. THE OTHER YEAR A BOY WAS BORN, THE LADY WAS SO GLAD. „IF YOU NEVER COME BACK, DEAR LANCELOT, I CALL HIM GALAHAD“

SIR LANCELOT, SIR LANCELOT…

„MORE THAN ONE THOUSAND YEARS LATER THE MONKS OF TINTERN ABBEY DISCOVERED THE LADY’S GRAVE. BENEATH THE COFFIN THEY FOUND THE LATIN INSCRIPTION:“HERE LIES THE LADY OF CORVIC, WHO HAD FALLEN IN LOVE WITH SIR LANCELOT OF THE LAKE. SHE DIED IN SADNESS. MAY SHE REST IN PEACE.“

SIR LANCELOT, SIR LANCELOT…


Who's blind

WHO’S BLIND

Text: Peter Huntenburg  /  Musik: Paul Alexander Jost

Es gab Zeiten, in denen innerhalb der Kirche philosophische Fragen und Fragen des „rechten Glaubensweges“ ausschließ-lich durch Gespräche und Dispute entschieden wurden. Eine Überprüfung der gefundenen Antworten an der Wirklichkeit fand nicht statt und wurde als Ketzerei angesehen. Auch heute ist es noch oft üblich, sei es an Stammtischen, häufig in der Politik, Behauptungen aufzustellen, ohne sich darum zu küm-mern, wie die Wirklichkeit aussieht.
A COLD AND DREARY WINTER’S DAY IN DECEMBER FIFTY-TWO TEN FRIARS MET THE GAME TO PLAY THEY CALL „ACADEMIC DISPUTE“. „THE SUBJECT WE WILL TALK ABOUT IN WINTER FIFTY-TWO IS: HOW MANY TEETH WE ALL CAN COUNT IN THE MOUTH OF A HORSE OR TWO“.

THESE WORDS THE ELDEST FRIAR SAID IN WINTER FIFTY- TWO AND WITH A SIGN OF GRACIOUSNESS HE STARTED THE DISPUTE. THESE WORDS…

„WHAT YOU CAN SEE“, ONE FRIAR TOLD,“IS NOT AS WHAT CAN BE“. „IT’S GOD’S INTENTION“, IT WAS HEARD, „DON’T GRUMBLE AND AGREE THAT HE IN ALL HIS GLORY DID WELL IN SEVEN DAYS. STOP, STOP, WE KNOW THE STORY, DISCUSS AND FIND A WAY!“

THESE WORDS…

„WHEN HORSE ARE EATING GRASS OR HAY“, ANOTHER MONK BEGAN, „THERE ARE FOURTEEN TEETH, BUT I DARE TO SAY THERE ARE MORE WHEN A HORSE DOES NEIGH.“ AND THE NEXT OF THE BROTHERS, GIGANTIC AND STOUT, HE LAUGHED AND SAID: „DON’T BOTHER, THERE’S NO TOOTH IN HIS MOUTH.“

THESE WORDS…

A SOFTLY VOICE CAME FROM BEHIND: „THERE’S SOMETHING I DON’T KNOW“, (HE WAS THE YOUNGEST, HE WAS BLIND), „WHY CAN’T WE SIMPLY GO INTO THE STABLE, HAVE A LOOK INTO THE MOUTH OF A HORSE, LET’S SEE!“ A VOICE LIKE ROARING THUNDER CRIED: „TAKE HIM, THAT’S HERESY!“

THESE WORDS THE ANGRY FRIARS CRIED IN WINTER FIFTY-TWO AND WITHOUT ANY GRACIOUSNESS THEY ENDED THE DISPUTE. THESE WORDS…


 

The Ring

THE RING

Text & Musik: Ralf Veith  /  Bearbeitung: Paul Alexander Jost

SEE THE RING THERE IN HER HAIR, SEE THE SUN THE LIGHTNING. SEE THE RING THERE IN HER HAIR, TASTE THE FLOWERS – ROSES.


Friday Night at Home

FRIDAY NIGHT AT HOME

Text und Musik: Paul Alexander Jost

FRIDAY NIGHT AT HOME, THINKING WHAT IS GOING ON? CAN’T BELIEVE THAT RACE RUNS WITHOUT ME. BUT I’VE ALREADY WON, AND I KNOW MY WORK IS DONE ‚CAUSE I WRITE DOWN THE TALES YOU’LL NEVER SEE.

I’LL BRING YOU ALL THE STORIES, TALES OF LOVE AND PAIN,

ADVENTURES OF MY HEART AND MY BRAIN.

FRIDAY NIGHT AT HOME THINKING WHAT IS GOING ON? KNIGHTS ARE FIGHTING ON MY WINDOW-SILL. THE MINSTREL LOVES HIS MAID, YOUR EYES HAVE FOUND THEIR FATE. REMEMBER MR. S., HE WANTS TO KILL.

I’LL BRING YOU ALL THE STORIES THAT HAPPEN IN MY BRAIN

TALES OF LOVE AND HATE, LIFE AND PAIN.


The Return of the Piper

THE RETURN OF THE PIPER

Text und Musik: Paul Alexander Jost

Am 26. Juni des Jahres 1284 verschwanden in Hameln an der Weser auf bis heute unbekannte Weise 13o Kinder. Verant-wortlich fürdiese Katastrophe wurde ein Mann aus dem fahrenden Volke, ein Musikant und Flötenspieler gemacht. Über die Jahrhunderte hinweg ist dieser „Rattenfänger von Hameln“ zum Sinnbild und Symbol geworden für das Leid, das Kindern immer wieder bis heute widerfährt.

Und wenn man sich die Nachrichten aus Bosnien, Ruanda oder Thailand anhört, oder sich einfach einmal in der Nachbarschaft umsieht, so spürt man: Er ist zurück!

RUN, BETTER RUN, RUN, FOR YOUR LIFE, THE PIPER IS COMING BACK AGAIN. RUN, BETTER RUN, RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, THE PIPER IS COMING SOON. RUN, BETTER RUN,RUN…THE PIPER IS CALLING YOU.

IN THE YEAR TWELVE-EIGHTYFOUR CHILDREN LOUDLESS DISAPPEARED. PARENTS CRYING, PIPER’S TUNE WAS THE LAST THEY HEARD. „GIVE HIM MONEY, BRING THEM BACK, LET THEM LIVE AND LAUGH AGAIN!“ LAMEN-TATION ALL AROUND, DARKNESS TOOK THEIR HEARTS.

AND HE WHISPERED IN THEIR EAR: „COME WITH ME AND HAVE NO FEAR, YOU’RE SO SMALL, YOU’RE SO FINE AND YOU ARE MINE!“ AND HE PLAYS A LOVELY TUNE AND HE LEADS THEM TO THE DUNE, AND THE WAVES RINSE THE TUNES AND LIFES AWAY.

THROUGH THE AGES, THROUGH THE YEARS CHILDREN’S PAIN WAS HEARD AROUND. COULD IT BE THE PIPER’S BACK? HEAR HIS LOVELY SOUND. DEMON’S GRINNING, TURNING ROUND, HIS WORN OUT CAPE IS WHIRLING. WHISTLE THREATENS IN HIS FIST, FASCINATING SOUND.

AND HE WHISPERS IN YOUR EAR:“COME WITH ME AND HAVE NO FEAR, YOU’RE SO SMALL, YOU’RE SO FINE AND YOU ARE MINE!“ AND HE PLAYS A LOVELY TUNE, AND HE LEADS YOU TO THE DUNE, AND THE WAVES RINSE THE TUNES AND LIFES AWAY.

RUN, BETTER RUN, RUN, FOR YOUR LIFE…

LAST WEEK HE WAS SEEN IN GROSNY, YESTERDAY IN GORAZDE. FIND HIM, GET HIM, SEND HIM BACK TO THE YEAR WHERE HE BELONGS. MAYBE YOU MAY SAY: „CAN’T FIND HIM, HE’S A PART OF YOU AND ME.“ LET THE RATS GO ON FOREVER, SAVE US ALL FROM HELL.

AND HE WHISPERS.. , AND HE WHISPERS..


The Smile

 

THE SMILE

Text und Musik: Ralf Veith

WHEN THEY FIRST MET THE GREEN WAS HIGH AND SHE PLAYED ON THE GROUND. A DAUGHTER FROM THE EARL OF KENT AND HE A FARMERS SON. AND IN THE EVENING OF THE DAY HE LAYED THERE FOR A WHILE. HE COULD NOT SLEEP , HE FOUND NO REST, HE EVER SAW HER SMILE.

WHEN THEY MET TWICE SHE LEADS THE HORSE WHERE STONE AND WOOD YOU FOUND. HE SAW THE HORSE THAT BROKE IT’S KNEE AND SHE LAID ON THE GROUND. HE LAID HIS HEAD BESIDE, WHEN WILL SHE EVER SLEEP? SHE TOUCHED HIS SKIN, HE FELT THE CHILL; HER BREATH IT WAS SO DEEP.

AND THEN SHE TURNED HER HEAD, AND EYE COULD MEET THE EYE. SHE WHISPERED „I“, THEN BROKE THE TIE , HER HAND COULD SAY GOOD-BYE. THE MOON LIGHTENED HER HAIR, AND FLOWERS FILLED THE AIR. HE WHISPERED „I“, NO OTHER LINE. HER FACE, THERE WAS THE SMILE.

HE LAID HER HEAD BESIDE, FOREVER SHE WILL SLEEP.

NO LAST GOOD-BYE, NO TEARS TO CRY REMEMBER JUST THE SMILE.


Master of Puppets

MASTER OF PUPPETS

Text & Musik: Ralf Veith & Paul Alexander Jost

Nicht derjenige, der Fragen beantwortet, hat den Anspruch „weise“ zu sein, sondern derjenige, der fragt !

WHERE ARE THE KNIGHTS, WHERE THE PRINCESS WITH GOLDEN HAIR? AND WHERE IS THE PLACE THE NEVER-_ENDING-STORY TOLD? WHERE IS THE SWORD THAT KILLED OUR LOVE? I CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER THAT DAY. CAN YOU SEE THE BLACK EAGLE, FLYING ABOVE AND TAKING ALL QUESTIONS AWAY?

THE MASTER OF PUPPETS CAN’T HELP YOU AND HE JUST WILL GO ON WITH HIS GAME. AFTER DAY WILL BE NIGHT, LOW AND HIGH IS THE TIDE, BUT HIS SCENE WILL BE ALWAYS THE SAME.

WHERE IS THE GOLD THAT MADE THE TEMPLARS SO FREE? AND WHERE IS THE LOVE YOU CAN SEE EVERY DAY ON TV? WHERE IS THE SENSE THAT LEADS MASTERS OF WAR, DID YOU EVER SEE A BREAD-SHOOTING GUN? CAN YOU HEAR THE PIED PIPER WITH FATAL TUNES? AND EVERYBODY GETS ONE.

THE MASTER OF PUPPETS…

WHERE ARE THE KNIGHTS, WHERE THE PRINCESS WITH GOLDEN HAIR? AND WHERE IS THE PLACE THE NEVER-ENDING-STORY TOLD? OH, MASTER OF PUPPETS, THE ANSWERS ARE BLOWN, I CAN’T HELP YOU ON YOUR DUSTY WAY. YOU ARE SEARCHING FOR NOTHING, I’M SEARCHING THE TRUTH, GO AND FIND OUT YOUR QUESTIONS ALONE!

THE MASTER OF PUPPETS…

Evening Song

EVENING SONG

Text:anonym/ Paul Alexander Jost  / Musik: Paul Alexander Jost

HERE IS GOOD ALE I FOUND. DRYNKE TO ME AND I TO THEE.
LET THE CUP GO ROUND, WATCH EVENING-FIRES GLOW.
HERE YS GOOD ALE Y FOUNDE. DRYNKE TO ME AND I TO THE
AND LETTE THE CUPPE GO ROUNDE.

Gaudete

GAUDETE

Text & Musik: Traditional

Gaudete, Gaudete Christus est natus ex maria virginae – gaudete

Tempus ad est gratiae hoc quod optabamus
carmina laetitiae devote redamus – gaudete …….

Deus homo factus est naturam erante
mundos renovatus est a christo renante – gaudete ……

Ezecheel is porta clausa pertransitor
unde lux est orta sallus invenitor – gaudete ……

Ergo nostra contitio psallat iam in lustro
benedicat domino sallus regi nostro – gaudete …..

Girl from the woods

Girl from the woods

T: Huntenburg / M: Veith

Um 1910 zieht eine vergewaltigte Frau in die Wälder Kanadas. Eine Tochter wird
geboren. Die Mutter stirbt, als das Kind acht Jahre alt ist. Das Mädchen überlebt,
entwickelt eine eigene Sprache und meidet die Menschen. In den umliegenden
Dörfern ist von einer „Hexe“ die Rede. Für die Jugendlichen ist es eine Mutprobe,
sich der vermeintlichen Hexe zu nähern. Nach einem Trinkgelage beschließt einer
der Jugendlichen, das Mädchen zu töten. Die inzwischen junge Frau hat ihrerseits
heimlich die Jungen der Umgebung beobachtet und sich in den Jungen verliebt,
der sie töten will. Eines Tages stehen sich die beiden gegenüber und umarmen
sich. Der Augenblick des Glücks ist gleichzeitig ihr Tod, als ihr das Messer ins
Herz dringt.

I will tell you the story ‚bout the girl from the woods
People think that she’s crazy, don’t like her neighbourhood
And the young man who met her he is eighteen years old
Says: she’s beasty with red hair, the eyes are so cold

She can talk to the flowers and she swims in the sea
Naked without clothes, without shame, no one can see
That she’s happy, but still there’s a feeling inside
She cannot explain, has no words to describe

And the crowd begins to whisper: “She’s a witch, she is wild
All the things she is doing only does a hell’s child.“

Her hair is not red, what the boy told was a lie
Her eyes will catch the sun, and she follows the sky
The young man comes back, in his hand hold a knife:
„I will kill this wild maiden ‚cause she’s devil’s wife.“

And the crowd begins to whisper: “She’s a witch, she is wild
She must go, we don’t want her, we don’t need a hell’s child.“

She turns back from the sea and there stands the young guy
So nice and so strong and so lovely in her eyes
He comes near to embrace her, she’s happy as can be
The cold knife in her heart she never will feel

And the crowd begins to whisper: “He’s a devil, he is wild
He must go, we don’t want him, killed an innocent child.“

 

The leaving of Inismore

THE LEAVING OF INISHMORE

Musik: Paul Alexander Jost  /  Text: Peter Huntenburg

In der Irischen Bucht von Galway liegen die drei Aran-Inseln: Die größte von Ihnen ist  Inishmore. Gaelische Traditionen, Kultur und Sprache sind heute noch spürbar und erlebbar. War man einmal auf dieser Insel, so ist ein Abschied immer der Beginn der Rückkehr.

Fare you well, my lovely island, Kilronan fare you well.
You stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well

I can hear the stormwind blowing and I hear the roaring sound
of surf, curraghs are floating, seagulls fly unbound.

Fare you well, my lovely island, you stonewalls  fare you well.
You songs the only sweetheart sang, my island fare you well.

I can smell the salty odour, sun rises up and down.
Fairy tales my mother told, fishermen not coming home.

Fare you well, my lovely island, you flocks of sheep, fare  well.
You stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well.

Celtic Queen

CELTIC QUEEN

Musik: Paul Alexander Jost  /  Text: Peter Huntenburg  & Paul Alexander Jost

Die Königin der Kelten ist eine heiß umworbene Frau in ihrem Reich. Sie lehnt es ab, zu heiraten, denn sie will nur die Hüterin und Sängerin ihres Volkes sein. Einer der abgewiesenen Bewerber, ein Prinz, verliert durch die Ablehnung seine Ehre und darf nicht zu seinem Stamm zurückkehren. Nur ein Mann, der im Kampf verletzt wurde, erlangt seine Ehre zurück. Der Prinz fügt sich selbst schwere Verletzungen zu, um nicht als abgewiesener Bewerber zu erscheinen.

Far away in the north of an island of green
a young hero heard about the singer queen.
He cried out loud: „She`s mine and she will marry me!“
He travelled so far and he knew
his fortune had to come true

She`s the daughter of bears, the singer of folk,
The isle of the mighty  she calls her own.
She`s the daughter of the moon, a fighter for law,
Twenty cycles ago she was born.

She looked at him, her harp in her hand and heart.
„My fortune is not to be your part.
I am a seer, a singer, a celtic queen!“
For a last time he looked at his „bride“,
his fate was to put out his light.

She`s the daughter of bears, …

For a last time he looked at his „bride“,
his fate was to put out his light

She`s the daughter of bears, …

Myrddin

MYRDDIN

Musik: Paul Alexander Jost  /  Text : Myrddin & Paul Alexander Jost

Im England des ausgehenden fünften Jahrhunderts nach Christus ist die politische Lage verworren. Die römische Besatzungsmacht hat sich zwar vor einigen Jahren zurückgezogen, einige der keltischen Stammesfürsten jedoch leben noch in römischer Tradition und bekennen sich zum Christentum, andere dagegen sind dem ursprünglichen keltischen Brauchtum treu geblieben. Untereinander werden erbitterte Kämpfe ausgefochten. Dabei geht es nicht mehr nur um die Religion, sondern mittlerweile auch um die Vorherrschaft über ganz England. Vom Festland her drängen zudem die germanischen Stämme der Sachsen ins Land. Zunächst werden sie in die innenpolitischen Auseinandersetzungen einbezogen bevor sie dann eine gefährliche Bedrohung für alle Kelten werden. Natürlich werden auch die jeweiligen Götter um ihre Unterstützung gebeten. Eine besondere Rolle spielen dabei die keltischen Druiden. Ihnen werden prophetische und magische Fähigkeiten zugesprochen. In Trance versetzt weissagen sie ihren jeweiligen Königen den Ausgang der nächsten Schlacht oder sehen die Erbfolge auf dem Thron über Generationen
hinweg voraus. Ein Name aus dieser Zeit hat die Jahrhunderte überdauert wie kein anderer:  Myrddin, der
als „Zauberer Merlin“ zuerst in Erzählungen, seit dem Hochmittelalter in der Literatur und in neuerer Zeit u.a. bei Tolkien´s „Herr der Ringe“ als „Gandalf“ weiterlebt. Die historische Person dieses keltischen Druiden hat mit diesen Verklärungen jedoch nichts gemein. Als Myrddin nach einer grausamen Schlacht verwirrt und wahnsinnig  in die Wälder geflohen war und dort jahrelang als „Wilder Mann“ gelebt hatte, bat ihn der König, doch wieder zurück an seinen Hof zu kommen damit er ihm mit seiner „Zauberei“ helfe und das Königreich rette. Wir lassen Myrddin in unserem Stück zu einer nüchternen Selbsteinschätzung kommen: „Ich bin nicht der, für den ihr mich haltet und ich bin nicht der, den ihr braucht. Ihr könnt euren Weg besser alleine gehen.“ Als „Zauberer ist Myrddin überschätzt worden, als Mensch bleibt er sicherlich bis heute unterschätzt.

I don`t think  I`ll be back in the promised time
more than seven lifes were filled with pain
I think you better walk back home alone again
don´t wait for me – and don´t look back
I know that in your mind I´ll be with you

Remember what I told you at the Holy Spring
the world is not one moment just the same
´t was in your hands to make the  things go better now
oh, little pig – what have you done
my nights are filled with countless restless dreams.
I´m the waiter of man, your guide through time,
hope for the innocent, don´t waste your time with me

You once had a  chance when you were seventeen
but wise men´s crazy words were just in vain.
Remember when you swore to kill the celtic queen,
you might have changed now – like all things change
but in your mind I´ve never changed at all.

Dreams are cheap today,  will history change in any way
Do you think my life has been  a comic-strip-cartoon?

I don´t think  I´ll be back in the promised time,
walk on slowly –  don´t look back
you´ll never know –  I´m not the one you need.

Under my Rainbow

UNDER MY RAINBOW

Text + Musik: Paul Alexander Jost

Myrddin lockt Nimue unter dem Vorwand, ihr einen „Schatz“ zeigen zu wollen, unter einen Regenbogen. (Würde er heute leben, hätte er ihr seine Briefmarkensammlung gezeigt.)

Follow me to my rainbow
I`ll show you a  treasure that was hidden so long
Please, don`t tell anybody
Our rainbow is a secret  place

You`ll find your fortune waiting
it`s waiting for you, expecting your love
Please, don`t tell anybody
Our rainbow is a secret place

Don`t worry `bout our rainbow
I´m sure he´ll be back when the sun shines again
Don`t worry `bout our rainbow
I´m sure he´ll be back when the sun shines again

Two Witches

TWO WITCHES

Text + Musik: Paul Alexander Jost

Ulant  Dammertz, Tochter angesehener Eltern (der Vater war Schöffe), lebte um das Jahr 1500 in Emmerich. Ihre Jugendliebe, einen guten Gesellen, hätte sie gerne zum Manne gehabt, aber weder ihre Eltern noch die ihres Geliebten waren mit der Verbindung einverstanden und so wurde er mit einer anderen verlobt. Aus Verzweiflung darüber trat Ulant 1515 in das Brigittenkloster in Marienbaum bei Xanten ein. Die große Enttäuschung ihrer Jugend hatte sie jedoch seelisch und geistig verändert. Sie glaubte sich von bösen Dämonen verfolgt und so kam sie bald in den Rufe einer „Gezeichneten“. Als dann im Kloster einige Nonnen (möglicherweise aufgrund einer Lebensmittelvergiftung) erkrankten, floh Ulant vorsichtshalber nach Hause zu ihren Eltern um so einer möglichen Anklage wegen Hexerei zu entgehen. Dort wurde sie jedoch festgenommen und im Turm zu Dinslaken eingekertert. Im Laufe ihrer langjährigen Haft wurde sie zweimal von ihren Bewachern geschwängert. Das Protokoll ihrer „Befragung“ aus dem Jahre 1516 ist erhalten geblieben, über ihr weiteres Schicksal ist jedoch nichts bekannt. Welche psychischen Veränderungen müssen bei dieser jungen, unglücklich verliebten Frau stattgefunden haben, daß ihre Umwelt sie als „Hexe“ ansah?  Wir lassen Ulant Dammertz in der Kerkerzelle noch einmal Stationen ihres tragischen Lebensweges
passieren.

I.   Sister, come and help me to get off this iron ring
Sister, tell him I`m awaiting his last sting
You and me, my God, we know that I have done no fail,
let us ride home.

II.  Crying out loud what no one dares to whisper
your smile is only for me.
Forget about the sin they told you,
fire can´t  burn love away.
Keep yourself strong to be strong enough,
make your feelings come true.
Your crystal eyes let darkness be bright,
let rise my desire inside.

Keep yourself strong to be strong enough,
keep your feelings awake.
Forget about the sin they told you,
fire can´t burn love away.

III. Where are you now, are you still by my side ?
No tears no more, I miss your smooth and tender words.
Why do you hide yourself in my illusion ?
Please, come and show my sister´s own reality.
Crying out loud – and whispering your name.
I hear your voice inside – I feel your cry.

Last night I danced one shameless dance with you,
I felt so free and  lonely as one could be.
Come take me now, I´m ready for my dreams with you,
Nobody knows the secret: I love you.

Three days later they knocked at my door,
they told me you had gone – two years before.

IV.  And she heard him whisper : „Come and dance with me,
don´t care about the voices, show them how to be free.“
And she danced for freedom, and she danced with fear,
and she feared the dance of the flames – in her hair.

And the Holy Ignoramus showed her a place to dance,
whispering his name she begged for one more chance.
And she heard voices which called her by her name:
„Come with us, little sister, our fate – is just the same.“

V.   And the golden ring, she hoped for, was an iron one.
Sister come and help to get off this iron ring.
Sister come and help me now!

Gloria in excelsis Deo et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis.
Spiritus sanctus superveniat in vos et virtus Altissimi custodiat
vos a peccatis.
Amen

Look Behind

LOOK BEHIND

Musik & Text: Ralf Veith / Bearbeitung: P.A. Jost

Es kann nicht schaden einen Blick hinter die Fassaden zu werfen. Meißt steckt hinter dem offensichtlichen Schein das verborgene Sein.
Black shoes are walking down on the lain
the beggar he thank’s for the penny
the flowergirl hopefully raises her had
when he opens his wallet for roses

Gently he passes the customers door
soluting the match-seller friendly
He passes the church and the graveyard behind
and he knows, his chimney will smoking

Heaven home is still waiting.
With an innocent face,
he looks out of the window
in a sweet lovley chair
Heaven home is still waiting.
With an innocent face,
he looks out of the window

REFRAIN: Will you ever ?
Did you ever ?
Could you ever…
…..look behind ?
Weekend will come and sunday will go
the bible will hold things together
But the glance in the eyes of his children and wife
desapears when he enters the door

Heaven home is still waiting….

REFRAIN: Will You ever ? ……

End of Journey

END OF JOURNEY

Musik & Text: Ralf Veith

Die Illusionen und Verlockungen des Alltäglichen erschweren es,  auf der Suche nach sich Selbst nicht vom Weg abzukommen. Die Seitenstraßen geben nur scheinbare Antworten, bleiben letztendlich doch nur Sackgassen und lassen die Reise niemals wirklich enden. Dabei muß der Weg nicht schwer sein, wenn es gelingt, das eigen innere Licht wach zu halten.
It’s the king-size women on the wallpaper with the smiling so bright
She leeds you through her seven seas until you have a look into darkend eyes

With the wallet beside, no dillusion inside would let you shout
And will keep your delight out of the side ‚til its time for the higher ground

When the last door will be open that covers your mind and hides your brain,
It would be easy to understand
REFRAIN: Find him in the end of journey, when the shadow will apear      keep the inner light still burning, little man will have no fear
See the street-fire burning, will you ever learning all about destiny ?
While the soap-bubble preacher, like all moral teacher, he covers his face on the movie
When the last door ….
REFRAIN: Find him in the end of journey….
Will you ever be able to see ? It would be easy to
REFRAIN: Find him in the end of journey….

Heal Me

HEAL ME

Text: P. Huntenburg & Ralf Veith / Musik: Ralf Veith

Gefühle verändern sich wie die Jahreszeiten, doch immer wieder verleitet der unvergleichliche Rausch der Sinne dazu, das Spiel immer wieder von Vorne zu beginnen.
Snow comes down, under the willow tree
The love lies waiting, for the spring to be free
Snow comes down and covers the heart
Love lies waiting – its a miracle

Spring will come, under the willow tree
love does blossom and will be free
If the sun will shine, you never know, but you can
REFRAIN: Feel me and smell the taste of ire
come and heal me with your deep desire

Sun will burn, but the willow tree
spend no shadow, love’s still in heat
heat comes down and covers the heart
Love still burning like a miracle

Wind will blow and the willow tree
Can’t save the love, but still I am free
If leaves will fall, you never know, but you can
REFRAIN:  Feel me

The Truth

THE TRUTH

Musik & Text: Ralf Veith

Das Betrachten des eigenen Spiegelbilds fördert, nachdem die Eitelkeit verflogen ist, längst verborgene Gedanken, Erlebnisse und Gefühle zu Tage, die unverhüllt einen oft nur kurzen Blick auf das zu lassen, was unser Äußeres verbergen möchte.
Even in her wildes dreams she will see heaven
A kiss, a light, she never will miss.
When she decieded to stay, a look in the mirror,
no longer will hide, what she never could see,
when her mouth will be open and she starts to sing

She, no one will  tell her the secret inside.
No time, no sense, ‚till it comes to the end.
When she decided to pray, a look in the mirror,
no longer will hide, what she never could see,
when her mouth will be open and she starts to sing
REFRAIN: Come and show me the truth where there is no lie.
Let me dig in your feelings , show me how to cry.
I will walk on your path, I will never loose.
Let me here by your side,  come and show me the truth.
Now, when tears will be wild, she thinks about forgiven
she miss the light, her lips needs the kiss.
When she decieded to break, a look in the mirror,
no longer will hide, what she never could see,
when her mouth will be open and she starts to sing
REFRAIN: Come and show me the truth…
She no longer will hide, ‚cause now she can see.
She remebers the time when she starts to sing.
REFRAIN: Come and show me the truth

Dance with me

Dance With Me
Lyrics & Music: Jost

He is strange and he is shy, stares at stars, when you ask him why he works by night, he always  answers: „It´s passion“. He draws circles, day by day, mutters numbers, all the way do you know what´s wrong with him, Mrs. Kepler?

„Where is James, I think he left you, wasn´t seen for many weeks, people say he sailed away but I just think – he is in jail. You could be glad if he never came back, he was mad, I swear, be glad, people say he was seen in the harbour, Mrs. Cook!“

Come and drink with me, drink on Mrs. Kepler, drink with me on the neighbourhood, come and dance with me, all the Johnny Silvers, one-legged pirats, dance with me.

Do you know what they are doing? Do you know what´s going on? Renting wisdom, but at last knowing nothing at all. .

Believe in me

Believe In Me
Lyrics & Music: Jost

„Believe in me, it´s really trueI´ ll show you the promised land. Follow me, and believe in me
let´s  take that real way. What do we need, I´ve got a map. How long will the journey last? Will I be back when the morning comes or will there be someone waiting?“.

„This is the way we have to go the wind will show the direction. You´ve never been there how can you know that this way is the right one?
You know, my father went this way grandfather did it, too. We can´t be wrong come on, be strong come on and follow me“.

„He´s so sure, he can´t be wrong, I´ll follow him forever. The last year´s trail was never been seen I´m not so sure  they were right. Come on, let´s go, the time is right we have to get the flood“. So said the lemming and he turned to take his way seawards

Guilty

Guilty
Lyrics & Music: Veith

„The time is right“, she says to him, closes the door. The children slept while they are lying on the floor. Tasting her breast smelling the sweat he starts to stagger and sucks the little sense of shame between her tights.

He looks into her eyes and feels his strenght is falling. Her body turning on inviting him to bring it to the end. She hides her little piece of fear, starting to craw him, knowing that this is not the last time – falling

The lovers inocents, it shuts the ears just when the door it opens. The gun it sounds like  klicking while the lover’s heat is kicking.
No one became beware the digging where the deep red flowers grow. Next spring in the early dawn there’s a little piece of well grown floor.

Be on The Right

Be On The Right
Lyrics: Huntenburg / Veith / Music: Veith

She stood in the kitchen saw the people passing by. And while she worked and cooked the meal she sang a lullaby.

Three children on her knees the shirts she pressed so well, and little Jack and Martha, big Jim and Dorothee learned The Book to spell.
And in the evening they recieved the light.

He gathered all his children, and then his wife around. And looking up to heaven, they‘ re sitting on the ground. His wife she is still praying her smile became so bright. Their neighbour will be on the left, and they be on the right…..They were prepared, for Judgment-Day and for the Holy Night.

She stood in the garden saw the people passing by. And while she worked and picked the fruit she sang a song of joy. A song of hope and glory three children at her feet. She praised God and Jesus and for the Godness sake what ever will she need?

….They were prepared, for Judgment-Day the doctor came the night. The nurse is sitting on the left, and they lay on the right

Don't talk to much

Don´t Talk Too Much
Lyrics: Huntenburg / Music: Jost

Don´t talk too much. I don´t want to stand in the shadow. Don´t talk too much, let´s get on the other side!

I use to work hard night and day ´cause bills and taxes are to pay. There´s no place in the rich man´s world every time I hear my girl say.

Life goes on ev´ry night and day It´s so hard and it´s so cold. Children on my knees still living in my world and I´ve told them what I was told.

Liberty Or Just For You

Liberty Or Just For You
Lyrics & Music: Jost

Fine young lady  which height have you chosen today? Take your seats and fasen your belts, it´s hard to believe. She trusts in her fortune, it never had failed. She hopes for good luck and never she proves the line.

Hey, pretty woman, how many souls could you save today? Tanks of freedom are rolling so far, the reason was lost. Her dangerous game it will never end, she´s always trying again. One time the line may be too long

Sweet bungee-girl  have you had a peaceful night? The lost reason has to be found even if there was none. The audience doesn´t want more, it´s hard to believe (isn´t it?). Your game is over now, what will you do tomorrow?

Hole in a stone

Hole In A Stone
Lyrics: Huntenburg / Veith / Music: Veith

She danced on a meadow  see the twillight  in her eyes. She dreamed dreams of sweet love and of kisses in the night. And dancing like the wind she sang a song of hope and joy.
There’s a hole in a stone that she gave to him, and so while the miracle goes on and on.
And the dream will fulfill now himself it will be still that the miracle goes on and on.

She looked to the dark skies saw a shadow coming near. She found a black cold stone and her heart was full of fear. And the hole in the stone showed the secrets of her love.

Season Of Salmons

Season Of Salmons
Lyrics: Huntenburg / Music: Jost

Season of salmons returning home after years to the place where they were born. Season of salmons dying in spawn, salmons returning home.

Midsummer night, a ship sets it´s sail leaving the hide in a bay. The one-legged master, he´s hot on the trail to the salmons, the echo-sounder`s shown.

He´s a pirate, a robber, a thief he only works at night. The name of his ship, in big letters drawn „Morgana“ – the Lady of the Dawn.

Well haired golden maiden

Well-Haired Golden Maiden
Lyrics & Musik: Veith

A friend ask you to stay, so you will never see the sign there are you sure that your heart is broken. Is this a better way and are you sure this is a lie come and you will feel the heat.

Beware to stay too long, come and take no rest ‚cause the well-haired golden maiden waits for your request. Come and take your horse  the one you can rely on. The secret tales you heard about will prove to be.

The magic of that day you know it’s easy to be hold if you will still remember. The words she used to say so lightly soft and time and heartbeat breaking for a moment.

Fred Friendly

Fred Friendly
Lyrics & Music: Jost

Freddy can you help me, my car doesn´t move. Of course I help when I can. Can I help tomorrow,  just after tea? We thank for any time you can!“

Fred, come on and help me, I hope you´ve got time. Of course I help when I can. I´m just waiting for you to help you with helping me and please don´t be late!
Fred Friendly come and help us, we know that you like it. We know you´re preceding as a lightning example. We are the ones who allow you to help us, we´re friendly. And someone who precedes can be kicked in his ass.

Please allow to help you, I hope you agree. I need your help so bad. Without you I can´t be a lightning example and there´ll be no kicks in the ass.

Your Will

Your Will
Lyrics & Music: Veith

It’s for the old tree, now for the day so you’ll ever be mine. It’s for the water, you ever will stay. You agree to be there  and will stay for a while.

Dancing forever, loneliness gone.  What is deep in your heart ? How could you know than, which game you’ve won and the way how to start ?  So you stay for a while, your leaving. Now and forever you need not to hide what will be. It’s easy, now listen to me, what I say:

“Will you dance, dance by the old tree ? The stars will be bright ! Come and dance, dance like the water ! Your light fills the night. Will you dance, dance with the children ? Will you ever stand still ? When you dance, your motion – no ending. Be shure that’s your will !

NIghtingale Flight

Nightingale Flight
Lyrics & Music: Veith

The swagman raised his head. He was not sure, what he had heard. Maybe a part of a dream that he followed through the night. The angry man he looked around but in the dark of night he had no chance to see all things around.

He remembered the old man when he took away his penny. A part of his brain, it froze to death but then nevertheless the evening came, the night took the light.

Nightingale-flight every night, deep in your brain, no need to be hide. It’s only the nightingale-flight

Then in the light of fire he decided not to sleep. His eyes were closed, but he could not find a rest. The Storyteller came along and brought it to an end, showed him the way to sweetest dreams.

Folker's Dancefloor

Folker’s Dancefloor
Lyrics & Music: Jost

Listen to your heart  when there´s nothing more to say. Lonely is just another word for free. And freely you can do what you are supposed to do, You may kiss ´n dance the night away.

Join your late-mates earlier, they´re waiting for the kick, the crowd is ready now to move their ass´. Come on piper, play the tune, now it is your term. Take your love and lead her through the  night.

Clap your hands and  keep on folking, stomp your feet and let it rock. Shake your head and keep on banging. Come on let´s  dance ´till six o´clock !

Bodies moving gently, bodies moving hard, born to dance, they never rest at all. Floating with  the wind their mind ´s up in the sky and here we go again for one more time

Sparrow in the Midwinter Hall

Sparrow In The Midwinter-Hall
(Lyrics and music: Jost)

Sparrow in the night in the midwinter-hall
Nobody knew where it came from, Nobody saw it disappear.

„Who´s there to explain, a symbol from the dark?
Who has send this messenger to whom he is going to return?“

„Let me try to say: Who ever knows where we came from?
Does anybody know where we will go? So come on, little sparrow, let´s fly“

Sparrow in the night in the midwinter-hall
Nobody knows where it came from, Does anybody know where we will go?

Warm touch

Warm Touch
(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Music: Veith)

He likes the warm touch of your lips in the morning for to start the new day
And when the sun sets down the ev’ning hour „I love You“ you can hear him say.
He likes the warm touch of your lips on sunday for to start the new day

„The love that you give in the morning hour fills my world with wonderfull tales!“

„Your skin so silky, your body smells so good. Your love’s like magic so strong and so deep !
Eyes filled with fire, your love’s so wild ! The most beautiful woman I’ve seen !“

The fox at the airport

The Fox At The Airport
(Lyrics and Music: Jost)

Go on if you want to but don´t count on me
Keep on shouting out your anger ´Til you feel free

You can´t expect me to stay here watching you getting mad
No base to come together now I´m goin´to leave and I´ll be glad

So he spoke and turned to go    was ready now to leave
No word, no cry, no last Good Bye could help to stay another while

And so the fox went to the airport, and he reached highway number three
I saw him lying in the ditch there with a broken neck, he wasn´t free.

Step beside

Step Beside
(Lyrics & Music: Veith)

Ask for the answer ask for a frame Nobody knows you hear the same
Thousand of people nobody here crying in silence crying in fear

You are invited to see what you get beautiful houses but only a flat
When you ask someone to be alone smiling is outside outside the stone.
So be careful !

One more step beside    beware the darkest night
When there is no light it’s easy just to hide

This Day is not Today

This Day Is Not Today
(Lyrics and music: Jost )

Hope may fade away, hope  may even die

When you´re down and out, feeling sad, Hope may fade away, may even die some day.
But this day –  is not today, This day – may be far away.

Remember all these days when things went wrong these days lie in the past, these days may lie ahead.

Hope may fade away, hope  may even die friends may even let you down
Hope may leave you this day.

Wish you were

Wish You Were
(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Music: Jost)

Wish you were the floating river within your silken blossom bed
And Wicklow Mountain trees will shiver in the evening sun and let – –

My love love grow like a red rose while moon and shade spin threads
Like mystic buds enclosed like songs of life an love and death.

Wish you were the Shannon River floating through the fields of love
Come and kiss me and deliver our dreams and let them flow

To the way where nights are gay and the silver clouds below
Changed our feeling ev´ry new day River Shannon, let them flow.

Connemara Girl

Connemara Girl
(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Adaption: Jost, Music: Jost)

From the great church of Saint Kevin, to the high Saint Kevin´s Cross,
From the trails of Lake Luggalla, to the falls of Powerscourt,

She´s so lovely, she´s so handsome, she is known so well, Connemara´s finest girl at all.,
She´s so lovely, she´s so handsome, She is known so well,, They called her Leanna Bell.,

Where MacQuillan´s mighty castle, Giant Causeway to the right,
Finding steps of Boy McDonnell, Earls of Ulsters had to fight.,

From the Tanarossan Mountains, To the sweet Sheephaven Bay,
Near Murren Hill you find a fountain, Do not swim in White Park Bay,

From the waterfalls of Glencar, To the air so sweet and free,
From the rustic celtic horsefarm, To the girl I want to see.

Under the Evenstar

Under The Evenstar
(Lyrics: Huntenburg / Jost, Music: Jost)

Fairy fay at midnight a light in the dark so far
Sooner or later I will fail under the evenstar

What should I do to please you I won´t sleep alone
More than a kiss I´ll give you under the evenstar

Glow in the midnight hour glow, my fairy star
Love me when the time is right under the evenstar

Mediis Tenebris

Mediis tenebris
(Lyrics & Music: Veith)

Irretivit eum multis sermonibus
Omni tempus fugit in mediis tenebris

Paene fui in malo in mediis tenebris
Omni tempus fugit in mediis tenebris

Stragulatis vestibus lectulum meum stravi

Veni, inebriemur voluptatibus stragulatis vestibus
lectulum meum stravi in mediis tenebris

Peacful Slumber

Peaceful Slumber
(Lyrics & Music: Veith)

Playing on the floors, guiding him to so much doors
With much more rooms behind. He saw so many unknown men,
hurrying to his father’s room he hadn’t seen for a long long time

Every time people watching him, they change the face. But he didn’t know why

When all the bells were ringing loud    You hear the crowd, who’s withpering
A peaceful slumber told the boy: “A new story will beginn.
The child becomes a king !”

Since his early years he was guided how to fight, how to dress himself,
to rule what’s right or wrong. He knew how to talk, how to sit
and how to walk and what he had to do becoming strong.

Like a light rose

Like A Light Rose
(Lyrics and Music: Jost,  Adaptation: Veith)

Like a light rose in a dark sea, appearing at the door
Moving gently she played with him He hoped there could be more.

When she came to the backsmith´s house all young men got amazed.
But the piper he played his tune the maiden went to dance

The blacksmith´s son he followed her she danced  the magic reign
And all the young girls danced around forgot about the curse.

When he noticed the dimming light of sunrise in his eyes
And the piper still played the tune the prophecy came true.

The blacksmith´s son he cried out loud and found himself alone
The magic piper he was gone, the reign had turned to stone.

Breavheart Story

Braveheart Story
(Lyrics: Huntenburg / Veith, Music: Veith)

He slid his arms around her waist and lead her to the bed
She closed the eyes, thought of the nights she’d longed for him and said:

“That’s I desired more than anyone in my life. Please kiss and love me I want to be your bride”

His horse so strong and he will take Your hand – be shure – it’s no mistake
And then his lips will touch your skin The Braveheart-Story will beginn
And then, you’re waiting for a sign You feel the hero leaves in time
When you awake he’s still away and then you know no dream will stay

The sun, it let me close my eyes no heaven knows the big suprise
His hand, so light, will touch my skin The Braveheart-Story will beginn
His horse so strong and he will take My hand – I’m shure – it’s no mistake
When I awake he’s still away    and then I knew no dream will stay

Ladhivan

Ladhivan
(Lyrics & Music: Veith)

On a dawning morning the mother felt in love when clouds were deep and tide was high
And when nine months past away she laid down, her skin was wet

She never felt the way like this had born a couple boys and girls
but now she knew, he was the one the dreams had told her. And she called him

Ladhivan, the boy who talked with his eyes healed with his hands, felt with the trees
and with the light of the  moon, he openes the gate of Sadian. He stood there alone raising his hands, prayed until dawn, so he knew what had to be done and he was never seen again.

She asked the strangers crossed the way But noone heard about the boy.
But every night, when tide was high in her dreams he told her, that he’s still alive

The very first time

The Very First Time, Part 1
(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Music: Jost)

Please come to me and love me Love me for a while
I wanna feel your lips now I wanna see your smile

Take my hand and dance with me look into my eyes
Whisper little words of love whisper little lies
Give a little groan to me of pleasure and be mine
I close my eyes and I feel I´m  not alone this night.

Kiss my shoulders and my face kiss my hair and ears
Kiss my body ev´rywhere kiss me and have no fear.
Give a little groan to me of pleasure and be mine
I close my eyes and I feel I´m  not alone this night..

After Rising will be fall

After Rising will be fall
M: Veith, T: Jost / Veith

Seit alters her sind Gefahren für die Menschheit „am Horizont“ aufgetaucht. War die Angst vor Wikingern und anderen ungebetenen Gästen in früheren Zeiten sehr verbreitet, kommen heutzutage weitere Gefahren- Varianten hinzu.

Ships on the horizon, enemy or friend, Stormy weather ´s coming up, brave the elements. Punishment creep over those who despair at all, Agricola will show us the writing on the wall (mene tekel u-parsin) – sing Mea culpa Nostradamus – after rising will be fall Derivate omnibus / Flatulenz exorbitant Battles coming via cyber – hyper space, Does it really matter which numbers take the place? Just remember values which never change. Ships on the horizon then – stay out of range.

Malley-O

Malley-O
M: Veith, T: Huntenburg

Viele Anekdoten ranken sich um die Piratin Grace O’Malley, die ein Band an ihren Zehen befestigt haben soll, um nachts einlaufende Schiffe sofort zu entern.

Brave Malley-O, commanding bride and captain of a pirates-ship hunted for years all traiding ships and seldom one escaped her grip. And the crew knew the orders well, bring in the prize, the sailing boat, take the gold and send the sailors to hell Save our souls and save the lives we ask you Please give us pardon dear Malley-O „Then pay the taxes traders of Galway and if your willing your ship can go!“ No ship reached unobserved the port, no ship outwited Malley-O. She slept at night down by the sea a warning chain bound at her toe. And the crew knew the orders well, bring in the prize, the sailing boat, take the gold and send the sailors to hell.

Incredibile Galahad

Incredibile Galahad
M & T: Jost

Im römisch-keltischen Britannien erblickt der Knabe Galahad das Licht der Welt. Schon bald entwickelt sich der junge Galahad als talentierter Flötenspieler. Ganz Britannien spricht nur noch vom „unglaublichen Galahad“… (Ebenfalls in Anlehnung an eine wahre Begebenheit…): Benedicat invenito – incredibile Galahad Tempus ad est gratiae – Galahad est natus est Gaudete et canta cantate – admirabilus gaudete Galahad adolescens – vocis mira habeat Auloedus admirabilus – Galahad magnificus

The Princess and the frog

The Princess And The Frog
M & T: Jost

Basierend auf einer wahren Begebenheit: Ein Frosch verirrt sich ins Schlafzimmer einer jungen Dame. So könnte die Geschichte ausgegangen sein…..

“We have to find some way out of here”, said the princess to the frog, you just came in through my window, please be sure you cannot stay. “You can be sure you´ll have no regrets”, spoke the broken-hearted frog, “oh, please be mine, sweetest princess, after all nobody knows.” “Come, kiss me sweet, little princess mine, let us hear the angels sing. Make me happy and find out: I´m the spellbound frog.” The night has gone, the morning comes, two frogs are sitting on the bed. “You made me happy and you found out: I´m the spellbound frog.”

Back in my arms

Back in my Arms

M: Veith, T: Huntenburg / Veith

Erinnerungen an vergangene Liebesnächte bleiben meist ein Leben lang wach.

A little bird sat in the rain

I sit here and I can’t explain

What is the purpose of my life

It’s just to find a wife

A wild big lion on the run

Rested sit down in the sun

Will you please be back in my arms

Ev’ry moment of delight

My heart wants more to give to you, my love

Be sure you are the one

Will you please be back in my arms

Ev’ry moment of delight

My heart wants more to give to you my love

I’m sure you are the one

A snake long as a winding road

Said, my life’s heavy cloud

What is the purpose of my life

It’s just to find a wife

A man so mighty and so proud

Sang the song of love, sang loud

Here we are to folk you

Here We Are To Folk You
M & T: Jost

Ein Dankeschön an alle Fans, die uns über lange Jahre die Treue gehalten haben. Der Mittelteil ist eine Bear- beitung der „Pavane Della Tromba Hollandia“ des Landgrafen Moritz von Hessen, Erfinder des Folk-Rock.

Here we go again – play some kind of folk-rock Ev´rybody´s in – the show tonight. Let me hear you sing – we came to folk you. Here´s our night – come and join in / Listen to the lovely folky tune We came to play – to entertain you. We had some fun – and also you. You may remember that we promised to come back, and here we are again – come and join in. Now it is you term – to entertain us. Let´s have some fun – together now. Hi, folks, come on, we wanna hear you sing. Here we go again – come and join in.

Go sit on a tack

Go Sit On A Tack
M & T: Jost

Ein Liebeslied muss nicht immer an eine Person gerichtet sein.

We danced together at parties, we worked together so many times, I thought I could be so proud of you, why don´t you love me any more? You once may have thought that I need you, your deafness told you to ignore me. Can´t you see the writing on the wall, how blind as a bat can you be? You can´t really fancy I love you any longer, I tell you: Go sit on a tack!

Ev'ry sin

Ev’ry sin
M: Veith, T: Huntenburg / Veith

Oft bleibt keine andere Möglichkeit, als sich immer wieder an der Erinnerung zu laben, wenn sich ein wunderbares Ereignis nicht wiederholen lässt !

Early in the morning, a nice maid by his side tender dreams of loving, wild side of the night The sweet sound of the heartbeat, the fragrance of her skin, the warm and tender feeling and a little trace of sin And when she leaves the knight, no sorrow on his skin he ever remember the night. He took her hands, so sweet is tasting ev’ry sin he knew a new day will begin. Early in the morning, that nice maid lies asleep oh my love, oh my sweetheart tears of love I weep. Early in the morning, the nice maid by his side, tender dreams of loving, wild side of the night

Next Step

Next Step
M & T: Jost

Die Menschen führen immer noch Kriege aus “niederen Beweggründen”. Es wird allerhöchste Zeit für einen neuen Quantensprung in Richtung Menschlichkeit.

Fighting for peace and for freedom, fighting for kings and democracy, fighting for Gods and the pope and for money, fighting at last for me. Fighting for brothers and sisters, fighting the Russians and Iraqis. Fighting religions and Gods and pollution, fighting at last against me. No more fights forever, people stand together. Ages and ages of fighting, ages of deafness and bigotry, Now it is time for the next step of mankind, go on, Space Oddysse.

Tender Crazy

Tender crazy
M: Veith, T: Huntenburg

Es gibt Momente in denen selbst kleine Schwindeleien durch eine „verliebte Brille“ gesehen süß wie der Duft von Rosen erscheinen.

In the evening we were walking, through the fields of little lies, when the nightfall disappeared, see the darkness, lovely eyes. When the morning sun came shining,sweetheart gave me lemon ice, all my love I gave her, I gave her little lies Sweet like roses in the sun, sweet like heartbreak in the storm, gave her whispered word of love, tender, crazy and so warm. Sweet like candy in the sun, sweet like teardrops in the storm, gave her whispered words of love, tender, crazy and so warm. When I spent my night beside her and she gave me Honey-pies, dreamed I saw an angel coming riding on a horse of fir‘. Bringing dreams of hope and glory on a breeze of wild desire all my love I gave her and I gave her little lies.

Stay alive

Stay alive
T & M: Veith

Immer sind es Frauen und Kinder, die die Grausam- keiten des Krieges nicht auf dem Schlachtfeld, sondern als die Bangenden zu Hause erleben müssen.

Hunger and thirst gave no other possibility, the highest of our village had to go. A look in the eyes and the eyes of our children shows the last weeks privation, yes the last weeks privation for shure. An urgent message went ahead, a lot of strong man were wounded. Don’t let it be him! The father of my children but the highest of the village had to go Stay alive my dear, whatever you may fear. Our love will never break. Stay alive my dear, there is no need to fear. ‚Cause our love don’t break. We were serfs with nothing except we had to oppose as our firsts. How shoud I survive without the father of my children staying by my side and staying alive for shure?

Buzzy Lizzy

Busy Lizzy
T & M: Jost

Ein Stück über die individuelle Zeiteinteilung. Was ist wirklich „wichtig“ im Leben?

She´s so busy, busy Lizzy, she can hardly care, Actually she´s even less here, duties everywhere. She´s so busy, busy Lizzy, has no time at all. Daddy´s looking for the children, while she walks the mall. And there she goes in the early morning dawn,with kids and pails and hopeful mood without a word of moan. She´s not busy, busy Lizzy, it´s her essential part. Gets a heart attack for nothing, gets nothing for her heart. And there she goes, getting water to survive, twenty hours for a pail, she´s really busy in her life.

The Garden

The Garden
T & M: Veith

There was the old man, who told of a kingdom, for a man is not easy to find in the world. You don’t need your weapon, just lay it beside. You will listen the wisphering sound. And he told us the tale of the beautiful garden, where the lawn will be green and the flowers where high.
REFRAIN: In the bottom of your heart there is a kingdom and your heart will show you the way, right now! In the bottom of your heart there is a kingdom and your heart will show you the way, right now!
He was a sun of a duke there from orkney, he had plenty of money, but his heart was of stone. But loosing his power, he lost his friends and at night he found himself alone. And he searched for the way to the beautiful garden. It was melting his heart, let blossom his soul.

When she dance

When she dance
T & M: Veith

When she dance, closing her eyes she touches the sky covers secret inside her. And she dance, and deep in her breast there’s no rest. And the light all around will not lighten her ground. And she turnes around, still no answer was found. So her dance will go on, until she will be strong. Will be leaded by heart and the light will be start. And turns night into day – and mary will stay.
REFRAIN: When she dance, closing her eyes, she touches the sky covers secrets inside her. And she dance, and deep in her breast there’s no rest. And the light all around will not lighten her ground. No headache, no lie, no change for to cry. For the sun in her hand, there will be no end. And the light all around, it will lighten her ground. It turns night into day – and mary will stay. She will stay ….
And she turns around, the answer was found. And her dance will go and she will be strong. Will be leaded by heart and the light will be start. And turns night into day – and mary will stay. She will stay. Stay …..

Buy a Cage

Buy a cage
T: Huntenburg,  M: Veith

Don’t buy a bird, don’t buy a cage,  don’t buy a belt, don’t buy a key. Alas, I give you all my lips. You spell the sweetest words for me.
My love will raise the pretty lips,  love me beneath the castle walls.  My love will show you one more lips, love you beneath the castle walls.

Perhaps you like to buy a bird and like to buy a bird cage, too.  Alas, you cannot buy me  to get me in the cage into.  Perhaps you like to buy some keys  and like to buy an iron belt.  Alas, you can’t lock up my love,  it burns the iron for to melt.
Perhaps you like to buy some fruit to get a kiss sweeter than wine.  I sing a song of love for you, like angels do – sweet and divine.