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<\/span>The Lady of Corvic<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Text: Peter Huntenburg\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Musik: PaulAlexander Jost\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Bearbeitung: Ralf Veith<\/p>\n

H\u00f6fische Liebe zur Ritterzeit, auch Minne genannt, gr\u00fcndete 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 T\u00f6tung des Misset\u00e4ters\/der Misset\u00e4terin, durch Kriege oder durch ein Machtwort des K\u00f6nigs oder der Kirche entschieden.<\/p>\n

K\u00f6nig 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 T\u00e4uschung erst am n\u00e4chsten Morgen. Das Kind dieser Nacht wird der sp\u00e4tere Gralsritter Galahad.
\n‚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.“<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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“<\/p>\n

SIR LANCELOT, SIR LANCELOT…<\/p>\n

„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.“<\/p>\n

SIR LANCELOT, SIR LANCELOT…<\/p>\n

\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Who's blind<\/div>
<\/p>\n

WHO’S BLIND<\/p>\n

Text: Peter Huntenburg\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Musik: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Es gab Zeiten, in denen innerhalb der Kirche philosophische Fragen und Fragen des „rechten Glaubensweges“ ausschlie\u00df-lich durch Gespr\u00e4che und Dispute entschieden wurden. Eine \u00dcberpr\u00fcfung der gefundenen Antworten an der Wirklichkeit fand nicht statt und wurde als Ketzerei angesehen. Auch heute ist es noch oft \u00fcblich, sei es an Stammtischen, h\u00e4ufig in der Politik, Behauptungen aufzustellen, ohne sich darum zu k\u00fcm-mern, wie die Wirklichkeit aussieht.
\nA 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“.<\/p>\n

THESE WORDS THE ELDEST FRIAR SAID IN WINTER FIFTY- TWO AND WITH A SIGN OF GRACIOUSNESS HE STARTED THE DISPUTE. THESE WORDS…<\/p>\n

„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!“<\/p>\n

THESE WORDS…<\/p>\n

„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.“<\/p>\n

THESE WORDS…<\/p>\n

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!“<\/p>\n

THESE WORDS THE ANGRY FRIARS CRIED IN WINTER FIFTY-TWO AND WITHOUT ANY GRACIOUSNESS THEY ENDED THE DISPUTE. THESE WORDS…<\/p>\n

\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Ring<\/div>
<\/p>\n

THE RING<\/p>\n

Text & Musik: Ralf Veith\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Bearbeitung: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

SEE THE RING THERE IN HER HAIR, SEE THE SUN THE LIGHTNING. SEE THE RING THERE IN HER HAIR, TASTE THE FLOWERS – ROSES.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Friday Night at Home<\/div>
<\/p>\n

FRIDAY NIGHT AT HOME<\/p>\n

Text und Musik: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I’LL BRING YOU ALL THE STORIES, TALES OF LOVE AND PAIN,<\/p>\n

ADVENTURES OF MY HEART AND MY BRAIN.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

I’LL BRING YOU ALL THE STORIES THAT HAPPEN IN MY BRAIN<\/p>\n

TALES OF LOVE AND HATE, LIFE AND PAIN.<\/p>\n

\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Return of the Piper<\/div>
<\/p>\n

THE RETURN OF THE PIPER<\/p>\n

Text und Musik: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Am 26. Juni des Jahres 1284 verschwanden in Hameln an der Weser auf bis heute unbekannte Weise 13o Kinder. Verant-wortlich f\u00fcrdiese Katastrophe wurde ein Mann aus dem fahrenden Volke, ein Musikant und Fl\u00f6tenspieler gemacht. \u00dcber die Jahrhunderte hinweg ist dieser „Rattenf\u00e4nger von Hameln“ zum Sinnbild und Symbol geworden f\u00fcr das Leid, das Kindern immer wieder bis heute widerf\u00e4hrt.<\/p>\n

Und wenn man sich die Nachrichten aus Bosnien, Ruanda oder Thailand anh\u00f6rt, oder sich einfach einmal in der Nachbarschaft umsieht, so sp\u00fcrt man: Er ist zur\u00fcck!<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

RUN, BETTER RUN, RUN, FOR YOUR LIFE…<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

AND HE WHISPERS.. , AND HE WHISPERS..<\/p>\n

\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Smile<\/div>
<\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

THE SMILE<\/p>\n

Text und Musik: Ralf Veith<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

HE LAID HER HEAD BESIDE, FOREVER SHE WILL SLEEP.<\/p>\n

NO LAST GOOD-BYE, NO TEARS TO CRY REMEMBER JUST THE SMILE.<\/p>\n

<\/h1>\n
\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Master of Puppets<\/div>
<\/p>\n

MASTER OF PUPPETS<\/p>\n

Text & Musik: Ralf Veith & Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Nicht derjenige, der Fragen beantwortet, hat den Anspruch „weise“ zu sein, sondern derjenige, der fragt !<\/p>\n

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?<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

THE MASTER OF PUPPETS…<\/p>\n

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!<\/p>\n

THE MASTER OF PUPPETS…<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Evening Song<\/div>
<\/p>\n

EVENING SONG<\/p>\n

Text:anonym\/ Paul Alexander Jost\u00a0 \/ Musik: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

HERE IS GOOD ALE I FOUND. DRYNKE TO ME AND I TO THEE.
\nLET THE CUP GO ROUND, WATCH EVENING-FIRES GLOW.
\nHERE YS GOOD ALE Y FOUNDE. DRYNKE TO ME AND I TO THE
\nAND LETTE THE CUPPE GO ROUNDE.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Gaudete<\/div>
<\/p>\n

GAUDETE<\/p>\n

Text & Musik: Traditional<\/p>\n

Gaudete, Gaudete Christus est natus ex maria virginae – gaudete<\/p>\n

Tempus ad est gratiae hoc quod optabamus
\ncarmina laetitiae devote redamus – gaudete …….<\/p>\n

Deus homo factus est naturam erante
\nmundos renovatus est a christo renante – gaudete ……<\/p>\n

Ezecheel is porta clausa pertransitor
\nunde lux est orta sallus invenitor – gaudete ……<\/p>\n

Ergo nostra contitio psallat iam in lustro
\nbenedicat domino sallus regi nostro – gaudete …..
\n<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Girl from the woods<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Girl from the woods<\/b><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/a><\/p>\n

T: Huntenburg \/ M: Veith<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Um 1910 zieht eine vergewaltigte Frau in die W\u00e4lder Kanadas. Eine Tochter wird
\ngeboren. Die Mutter stirbt, als das Kind acht Jahre alt ist. Das M\u00e4dchen \u00fcberlebt,
\nentwickelt eine eigene Sprache und meidet die Menschen. In den umliegenden
\nD\u00f6rfern ist von einer \u201eHexe\u201c die Rede. F\u00fcr die Jugendlichen ist es eine Mutprobe,
\nsich der vermeintlichen Hexe zu n\u00e4hern. Nach einem Trinkgelage beschlie\u00dft einer
\nder Jugendlichen, das M\u00e4dchen zu t\u00f6ten. Die inzwischen junge Frau hat ihrerseits
\nheimlich die Jungen der Umgebung beobachtet und sich in den Jungen verliebt,
\nder sie t\u00f6ten will. Eines Tages stehen sich die beiden gegen\u00fcber und umarmen
\nsich. Der Augenblick des Gl\u00fccks ist gleichzeitig ihr Tod, als ihr das Messer ins
\nHerz dringt.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I will tell you the story ‚bout the girl from the woods
\nPeople think that she’s crazy, don’t like her neighbourhood
\nAnd the young man who met her he is eighteen years old
\nSays: she’s beasty with red hair, the eyes are so cold<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She can talk to the flowers and she swims in the sea
\nNaked without clothes, without shame, no one can see
\nThat she’s happy, but still there’s a feeling inside
\nShe cannot explain, has no words to describe<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the crowd begins to whisper: \u201cShe’s a witch, she is wild
\nAll the things she is doing only does a hell’s child.\u201c<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Her hair is not red, what the boy told was a lie
\nHer eyes will catch the sun, and she follows the sky
\nThe young man comes back, in his hand hold a knife:
\n\u201eI will kill this wild maiden ‚cause she’s devil’s wife.\u201c<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the crowd begins to whisper: \u201cShe’s a witch, she is wild
\nShe must go, we don’t want her, we don’t need a hell’s child.\u201c<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

She turns back from the sea and there stands the young guy
\nSo nice and so strong and so lovely in her eyes
\nHe comes near to embrace her, she’s happy as can be
\nThe cold knife in her heart she never will feel<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

And the crowd begins to whisper: \u201cHe’s a devil, he is wild
\nHe must go, we don’t want him, killed an innocent child.\u201c<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

 <\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The leaving of Inismore<\/div>
<\/p>\n

THE LEAVING OF INISHMORE<\/p>\n

Musik: Paul Alexander Jost\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Text: Peter Huntenburg<\/p>\n

In der Irischen Bucht von Galway liegen die drei Aran-Inseln: Die gr\u00f6\u00dfte von Ihnen ist\u00a0 Inishmore. Gaelische Traditionen, Kultur und Sprache sind heute noch sp\u00fcrbar und erlebbar. War man einmal auf dieser Insel, so ist ein Abschied immer der Beginn der R\u00fcckkehr.<\/p>\n

Fare you well, my lovely island, Kilronan fare you well.
\nYou stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well<\/p>\n

I can hear the stormwind blowing and I hear the roaring sound
\nof surf, curraghs are floating, seagulls fly unbound.<\/p>\n

Fare you well, my lovely island, you stonewalls\u00a0 fare you well.
\nYou songs the only sweetheart sang, my island fare you well.<\/p>\n

I can smell the salty odour, sun rises up and down.
\nFairy tales my mother told, fishermen not coming home.<\/p>\n

Fare you well, my lovely island, you flocks of sheep, fare\u00a0 well.
\nYou stones and crags without sand, my island fare you well.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Celtic Queen<\/div>
<\/p>\n

CELTIC QUEEN<\/p>\n

Musik: Paul Alexander Jost\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Text: Peter Huntenburg\u00a0 & Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Die K\u00f6nigin der Kelten ist eine hei\u00df umworbene Frau in ihrem Reich. Sie lehnt es ab, zu heiraten, denn sie will nur die H\u00fcterin und S\u00e4ngerin ihres Volkes sein. Einer der abgewiesenen Bewerber, ein Prinz, verliert durch die Ablehnung seine Ehre und darf nicht zu seinem Stamm zur\u00fcckkehren. Nur ein Mann, der im Kampf verletzt wurde, erlangt seine Ehre zur\u00fcck. Der Prinz f\u00fcgt sich selbst schwere Verletzungen zu, um nicht als abgewiesener Bewerber zu erscheinen.<\/p>\n

Far away in the north of an island of green
\na young hero heard about the singer queen.
\nHe cried out loud: „She`s mine and she will marry me!“
\nHe travelled so far and he knew
\nhis fortune had to come true<\/p>\n

She`s the daughter of bears, the singer of folk,
\nThe isle of the mighty\u00a0 she calls her own.
\nShe`s the daughter of the moon, a fighter for law,
\nTwenty cycles ago she was born.<\/p>\n

She looked at him, her harp in her hand and heart.
\n„My fortune is not to be your part.
\nI am a seer, a singer, a celtic queen!“
\nFor a last time he looked at his „bride“,
\nhis fate was to put out his light.<\/p>\n

She`s the daughter of bears, …<\/p>\n

For a last time he looked at his „bride“,
\nhis fate was to put out his light<\/p>\n

She`s the daughter of bears, …<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Myrddin<\/div>
<\/p>\n

MYRDDIN<\/p>\n

Musik: Paul Alexander Jost\u00a0 \/\u00a0 Text : Myrddin & Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Im England des ausgehenden f\u00fcnften Jahrhunderts nach Christus ist die politische Lage verworren. Die r\u00f6mische Besatzungsmacht hat sich zwar vor einigen Jahren zur\u00fcckgezogen, einige der keltischen Stammesf\u00fcrsten jedoch leben noch in r\u00f6mischer Tradition und bekennen sich zum Christentum, andere dagegen sind dem urspr\u00fcnglichen keltischen Brauchtum treu geblieben. Untereinander werden erbitterte K\u00e4mpfe ausgefochten. Dabei geht es nicht mehr nur um die Religion, sondern mittlerweile auch um die Vorherrschaft \u00fcber ganz England. Vom Festland her dr\u00e4ngen zudem die germanischen St\u00e4mme der Sachsen ins Land. Zun\u00e4chst werden sie in die innenpolitischen Auseinandersetzungen einbezogen bevor sie dann eine gef\u00e4hrliche Bedrohung f\u00fcr alle Kelten werden. Nat\u00fcrlich werden auch die jeweiligen G\u00f6tter um ihre Unterst\u00fctzung gebeten. Eine besondere Rolle spielen dabei die keltischen Druiden. Ihnen werden prophetische und magische F\u00e4higkeiten zugesprochen. In Trance versetzt weissagen sie ihren jeweiligen K\u00f6nigen den Ausgang der n\u00e4chsten Schlacht oder sehen die Erbfolge auf dem Thron \u00fcber Generationen
\nhinweg voraus. Ein Name aus dieser Zeit hat die Jahrhunderte \u00fcberdauert wie kein anderer:\u00a0 Myrddin, der
\nals „Zauberer Merlin“ zuerst in Erz\u00e4hlungen, seit dem Hochmittelalter in der Literatur und in neuerer Zeit u.a. bei Tolkien\u00b4s „Herr der Ringe“ als „Gandalf“ weiterlebt. Die historische Person dieses keltischen Druiden hat mit diesen Verkl\u00e4rungen jedoch nichts gemein. Als Myrddin nach einer grausamen Schlacht verwirrt und wahnsinnig\u00a0 in die W\u00e4lder geflohen war und dort jahrelang als „Wilder Mann“ gelebt hatte, bat ihn der K\u00f6nig, doch wieder zur\u00fcck an seinen Hof zu kommen damit er ihm mit seiner „Zauberei“ helfe und das K\u00f6nigreich rette. Wir lassen Myrddin in unserem St\u00fcck zu einer n\u00fcchternen Selbsteinsch\u00e4tzung kommen: „Ich bin nicht der, f\u00fcr den ihr mich haltet und ich bin nicht der, den ihr braucht. Ihr k\u00f6nnt euren Weg besser alleine gehen.“ Als „Zauberer ist Myrddin \u00fcbersch\u00e4tzt worden, als Mensch bleibt er sicherlich bis heute untersch\u00e4tzt.<\/p>\n

I don`t think\u00a0 I`ll be back in the promised time
\nmore than seven lifes were filled with pain
\nI think you better walk back home alone again
\ndon\u00b4t wait for me – and don\u00b4t look back
\nI know that in your mind I\u00b4ll be with you<\/p>\n

Remember what I told you at the Holy Spring
\nthe world is not one moment just the same
\n\u00b4t was in your hands to make the\u00a0 things go better now
\noh, little pig – what have you done
\nmy nights are filled with countless restless dreams.
\nI\u00b4m the waiter of man, your guide through time,
\nhope for the innocent, don\u00b4t waste your time with me<\/p>\n

You once had a\u00a0 chance when you were seventeen
\nbut wise men\u00b4s crazy words were just in vain.
\nRemember when you swore to kill the celtic queen,
\nyou might have changed now – like all things change
\nbut in your mind I\u00b4ve never changed at all.<\/p>\n

Dreams are cheap today,\u00a0 will history change in any way
\nDo you think my life has been\u00a0 a comic-strip-cartoon?<\/p>\n

I don\u00b4t think\u00a0 I\u00b4ll be back in the promised time,
\nwalk on slowly –\u00a0 don\u00b4t look back
\nyou\u00b4ll never know –\u00a0 I\u00b4m not the one you need.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Under my Rainbow<\/div>
<\/p>\n

UNDER MY RAINBOW<\/p>\n

Text + Musik: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Myrddin lockt Nimue unter dem Vorwand, ihr einen „Schatz“ zeigen zu wollen, unter einen Regenbogen. (W\u00fcrde er heute leben, h\u00e4tte er ihr seine Briefmarkensammlung gezeigt.)<\/p>\n

Follow me to my rainbow
\nI`ll show you a\u00a0 treasure that was hidden so long
\nPlease, don`t tell anybody
\nOur rainbow is a secret\u00a0 place<\/p>\n

You`ll find your fortune waiting
\nit`s waiting for you, expecting your love
\nPlease, don`t tell anybody
\nOur rainbow is a secret place<\/p>\n

Don`t worry `bout our rainbow
\nI\u00b4m sure he\u00b4ll be back when the sun shines again
\nDon`t worry `bout our rainbow
\nI\u00b4m sure he\u00b4ll be back when the sun shines again<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Two Witches<\/div>
<\/p>\n

TWO WITCHES<\/p>\n

Text + Musik: Paul Alexander Jost<\/p>\n

Ulant\u00a0 Dammertz, Tochter angesehener Eltern (der Vater war Sch\u00f6ffe), lebte um das Jahr 1500 in Emmerich. Ihre Jugendliebe, einen guten Gesellen, h\u00e4tte 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 dar\u00fcber trat Ulant 1515 in das Brigittenkloster in Marienbaum bei Xanten ein. Die gro\u00dfe Entt\u00e4uschung ihrer Jugend hatte sie jedoch seelisch und geistig ver\u00e4ndert. Sie glaubte sich von b\u00f6sen D\u00e4monen verfolgt und so kam sie bald in den Rufe einer „Gezeichneten“. Als dann im Kloster einige Nonnen (m\u00f6glicherweise aufgrund einer Lebensmittelvergiftung) erkrankten, floh Ulant vorsichtshalber nach Hause zu ihren Eltern um so einer m\u00f6glichen Anklage wegen Hexerei zu entgehen. Dort wurde sie jedoch festgenommen und im Turm zu Dinslaken eingekertert. Im Laufe ihrer langj\u00e4hrigen Haft wurde sie zweimal von ihren Bewachern geschw\u00e4ngert. Das Protokoll ihrer „Befragung“ aus dem Jahre 1516 ist erhalten geblieben, \u00fcber ihr weiteres Schicksal ist jedoch nichts bekannt. Welche psychischen Ver\u00e4nderungen m\u00fcssen bei dieser jungen, ungl\u00fccklich verliebten Frau stattgefunden haben, da\u00df ihre Umwelt sie als „Hexe“ ansah?\u00a0 Wir lassen Ulant Dammertz in der Kerkerzelle noch einmal Stationen ihres tragischen Lebensweges
\npassieren.<\/p>\n

I.\u00a0\u00a0 Sister, come and help me to get off this iron ring
\nSister, tell him I`m awaiting his last sting
\nYou and me, my God, we know that I have done no fail,
\nlet us ride home.<\/p>\n

II.\u00a0 Crying out loud what no one dares to whisper
\nyour smile is only for me.
\nForget about the sin they told you,
\nfire can\u00b4t\u00a0 burn love away.
\nKeep yourself strong to be strong enough,
\nmake your feelings come true.
\nYour crystal eyes let darkness be bright,
\nlet rise my desire inside.<\/p>\n

Keep yourself strong to be strong enough,
\nkeep your feelings awake.
\nForget about the sin they told you,
\nfire can\u00b4t burn love away.<\/p>\n

III. Where are you now, are you still by my side ?
\nNo tears no more, I miss your smooth and tender words.
\nWhy do you hide yourself in my illusion ?
\nPlease, come and show my sister\u00b4s own reality.
\nCrying out loud – and whispering your name.
\nI hear your voice inside – I feel your cry.<\/p>\n

Last night I danced one shameless dance with you,
\nI felt so free and\u00a0 lonely as one could be.
\nCome take me now, I\u00b4m ready for my dreams with you,
\nNobody knows the secret: I love you.<\/p>\n

Three days later they knocked at my door,
\nthey told me you had gone – two years before.<\/p>\n

IV.\u00a0 And she heard him whisper : „Come and dance with me,
\ndon\u00b4t care about the voices, show them how to be free.“
\nAnd she danced for freedom, and she danced with fear,
\nand she feared the dance of the flames – in her hair.<\/p>\n

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

V.\u00a0\u00a0 And the golden ring, she hoped for, was an iron one.
\nSister come and help to get off this iron ring.
\nSister come and help me now!<\/p>\n

Gloria in excelsis Deo et in terra pax hominibus bonae voluntatis.
\nSpiritus sanctus superveniat in vos et virtus Altissimi custodiat
\nvos a peccatis.
\nAmen<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Look Behind<\/div>
<\/p>\n

LOOK BEHIND<\/p>\n

Musik & Text: Ralf Veith \/ Bearbeitung: P.A. Jost<\/p>\n

Es kann nicht schaden einen Blick hinter die Fassaden zu werfen. Mei\u00dft steckt hinter dem offensichtlichen Schein das verborgene Sein.
\nBlack shoes are walking down on the lain
\nthe beggar he thank\u2019s for the penny
\nthe flowergirl hopefully raises her had
\nwhen he opens his wallet for roses<\/p>\n

Gently he passes the customers door
\nsoluting the match-seller friendly
\nHe passes the church and the graveyard behind
\nand he knows, his chimney will smoking<\/p>\n

Heaven home is still waiting.
\nWith an innocent face,
\nhe looks out of the window
\nin a sweet lovley chair
\nHeaven home is still waiting.
\nWith an innocent face,
\nhe looks out of the window<\/p>\n

REFRAIN: Will you ever ?
\nDid you ever ?
\nCould you ever…
\n…..look behind ?
\nWeekend will come and sunday will go
\nthe bible will hold things together
\nBut the glance in the eyes of his children and wife
\ndesapears when he enters the door<\/p>\n

Heaven home is still waiting….<\/p>\n

REFRAIN: Will You ever ? ……<\/p>\n

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<\/span>End of Journey<\/div>
<\/p>\n

END OF JOURNEY<\/p>\n

Musik & Text: Ralf Veith<\/p>\n

Die Illusionen und Verlockungen des Allt\u00e4glichen erschweren es,\u00a0 auf der Suche nach sich Selbst nicht vom Weg abzukommen. Die Seitenstra\u00dfen geben nur scheinbare Antworten, bleiben letztendlich doch nur Sackgassen und lassen die Reise niemals wirklich enden. Dabei mu\u00df der Weg nicht schwer sein, wenn es gelingt, das eigen innere Licht wach zu halten.
\nIt\u2019s the king-size women on the wallpaper with the smiling so bright
\nShe leeds you through her seven seas until you have a look into darkend eyes<\/p>\n

With the wallet beside, no dillusion inside would let you shout
\nAnd will keep your delight out of the side ‚til its time for the higher ground<\/p>\n

When the last door will be open that covers your mind and hides your brain,
\nIt would be easy to understand
\nREFRAIN: Find him in the end of journey, when the shadow will apear\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 keep the inner light still burning, little man will have no fear
\nSee the street-fire burning, will you ever learning all about destiny ?
\nWhile the soap-bubble preacher, like all moral teacher, he covers his face on the movie
\nWhen the last door ….
\nREFRAIN: Find him in the end of journey….
\nWill you ever be able to see ? It would be easy to
\nREFRAIN: Find him in the end of journey….<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Heal Me<\/div>
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HEAL ME<\/p>\n

Text: P. Huntenburg & Ralf Veith \/ Musik: Ralf Veith<\/p>\n

Gef\u00fchle ver\u00e4ndern sich wie die Jahreszeiten, doch immer wieder verleitet der unvergleichliche Rausch der Sinne dazu, das Spiel immer wieder von Vorne zu beginnen.
\nSnow comes down, under the willow tree
\nThe love lies waiting, for the spring to be free
\nSnow comes down and covers the heart
\nLove lies waiting – its a miracle<\/p>\n

Spring will come, under the willow tree
\nlove does blossom and will be free
\nIf the sun will shine, you never know, but you can
\nREFRAIN: Feel me and smell the taste of ire
\ncome and heal me with your deep desire<\/p>\n

Sun will burn, but the willow tree
\nspend no shadow, love’s still in heat
\nheat comes down and covers the heart
\nLove still burning like a miracle<\/p>\n

Wind will blow and the willow tree
\nCan’t save the love, but still I am free
\nIf leaves will fall, you never know, but you can
\nREFRAIN:\u00a0 Feel me<\/p>\n

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<\/span>The Truth<\/div>
<\/p>\n

THE TRUTH<\/p>\n

Musik & Text: Ralf Veith<\/p>\n

Das Betrachten des eigenen Spiegelbilds f\u00f6rdert, nachdem die Eitelkeit verflogen ist, l\u00e4ngst verborgene Gedanken, Erlebnisse und Gef\u00fchle zu Tage, die unverh\u00fcllt einen oft nur kurzen Blick auf das zu lassen, was unser \u00c4u\u00dferes verbergen m\u00f6chte.
\nEven in her wildes dreams she will see heaven
\nA kiss, a light, she never will miss.
\nWhen she decieded to stay, a look in the mirror,
\nno longer will hide, what she never could see,
\nwhen her mouth will be open and she starts to sing<\/p>\n

She, no one will\u00a0 tell her the secret inside.
\nNo time, no sense, ‚till it comes to the end.
\nWhen she decided to pray, a look in the mirror,
\nno longer will hide, what she never could see,
\nwhen her mouth will be open and she starts to sing
\nREFRAIN: Come and show me the truth where there is no lie.
\nLet me dig in your feelings , show me how to cry.
\nI will walk on your path, I will never loose.
\nLet me here by your side,\u00a0 come and show me the truth.
\nNow, when tears will be wild, she thinks about forgiven
\nshe miss the light, her lips needs the kiss.
\nWhen she decieded to break, a look in the mirror,
\nno longer will hide, what she never could see,
\nwhen her mouth will be open and she starts to sing
\nREFRAIN: Come and show me the truth…
\nShe no longer will hide, ‚cause now she can see.
\nShe remebers the time when she starts to sing.
\nREFRAIN: Come and show me the truth<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Dance with me<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Dance With Me<\/a>
\nLyrics & Music: Jost<\/p>\n

He is strange and he is shy, stares at stars, when you ask him why he works by night, he always\u00a0 answers: „It\u00b4s passion“. He draws circles, day by day, mutters numbers, all the way do you know what\u00b4s wrong with him, Mrs. Kepler?<\/p>\n

„Where is James, I think he left you, wasn\u00b4t 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!“<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Do you know what they are doing? Do you know what\u00b4s going on? Renting wisdom, but at last knowing nothing at all. .<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Believe in me<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Believe In Me
\nLyrics & Music: Jost<\/p>\n

„Believe in me, it\u00b4s really trueI\u00b4 ll show you the promised land. Follow me, and believe in me
\nlet\u00b4s\u00a0 take that real way. What do we need, I\u00b4ve got a map. How long will the journey last? Will I be back when the morning comes or will there be someone waiting?“.<\/p>\n

„This is the way we have to go the wind will show the direction. You\u00b4ve never been there how can you know that this way is the right one?
\nYou know, my father went this way grandfather did it, too. We can\u00b4t be wrong come on, be strong come on and follow me“.<\/p>\n

„He\u00b4s so sure, he can\u00b4t be wrong, I\u00b4ll follow him forever. The last year\u00b4s trail was never been seen I\u00b4m not so sure\u00a0 they were right. Come on, let\u00b4s go, the time is right we have to get the flood“. So said the lemming and he turned to take his way seawards<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Guilty<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Guilty
\nLyrics & Music: Veith<\/p>\n

„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.<\/p>\n

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<\/p>\n

The lovers inocents, it shuts the ears just when the door it opens. The gun it sounds like\u00a0 klicking while the lover\u2019s heat is kicking.
\nNo one became beware the digging where the deep red flowers grow. Next spring in the early dawn there\u2019s a little piece of well grown floor.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Be on The Right<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Be On The Right
\nLyrics: Huntenburg \/ Veith \/ Music: Veith<\/p>\n

She stood in the kitchen saw the people passing by. And while she worked and cooked the meal she sang a lullaby.<\/p>\n

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.
\nAnd in the evening they recieved the light.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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?<\/p>\n

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

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<\/span>Don't talk to much<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Don\u00b4t Talk Too Much
\nLyrics: Huntenburg \/ Music: Jost<\/p>\n

Don\u00b4t talk too much. I don\u00b4t want to stand in the shadow. Don\u00b4t talk too much, let\u00b4s get on the other side!<\/p>\n

I use to work hard night and day \u00b4cause bills and taxes are to pay. There\u00b4s no place in the rich man\u00b4s world every time I hear my girl say.<\/p>\n

Life goes on ev\u00b4ry night and day It\u00b4s so hard and it\u00b4s so cold. Children on my knees still living in my world and I\u00b4ve told them what I was told.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Liberty Or Just For You<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Liberty Or Just For You
\nLyrics & Music: Jost<\/p>\n

Fine young lady\u00a0 which height have you chosen today? Take your seats and fasen your belts, it\u00b4s hard to believe. She trusts in her fortune, it never had failed. She hopes for good luck and never she proves the line.<\/p>\n

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\u00b4s always trying again. One time the line may be too long<\/p>\n

Sweet bungee-girl\u00a0 have you had a peaceful night? The lost reason has to be found even if there was none. The audience doesn\u00b4t want more, it\u00b4s hard to believe (isn\u00b4t it?). Your game is over now, what will you do tomorrow?<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Hole in a stone<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Hole In A Stone
\nLyrics: Huntenburg \/ Veith \/ Music: Veith<\/p>\n

She danced on a meadow\u00a0 see the twillight\u00a0 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.
\nThere’s a hole in a stone that she gave to him, and so while the miracle goes on and on.
\nAnd the dream will fulfill now himself it will be still that the miracle goes on and on.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Season Of Salmons<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Season Of Salmons
\nLyrics: Huntenburg \/ Music: Jost<\/p>\n

Season of salmons returning home after years to the place where they were born. Season of salmons dying in spawn, salmons returning home.<\/p>\n

Midsummer night, a ship sets it\u00b4s sail leaving the hide in a bay. The one-legged master, he\u00b4s hot on the trail to the salmons, the echo-sounder`s shown.<\/p>\n

He\u00b4s 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.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Well haired golden maiden<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Well-Haired Golden Maiden
\nLyrics & Musik: Veith<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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\u00a0 the one you can rely on. The secret tales you heard about will prove to be.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Fred Friendly<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Fred Friendly
\nLyrics & Music: Jost<\/p>\n

Freddy can you help me, my car doesn\u00b4t move. Of course I help when I can. Can I help tomorrow,\u00a0 just after tea? We thank for any time you can!“<\/p>\n

Fred, come on and help me, I hope you\u00b4ve got time. Of course I help when I can. I\u00b4m just waiting for you to help you with helping me and please don\u00b4t be late!
\nFred Friendly come and help us, we know that you like it. We know you\u00b4re preceding as a lightning example. We are the ones who allow you to help us, we\u00b4re friendly. And someone who precedes can be kicked in his ass.<\/p>\n

Please allow to help you, I hope you agree. I need your help so bad. Without you I can\u00b4t be a lightning example and there\u00b4ll be no kicks in the ass.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Your Will<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Your Will
\nLyrics & Music: Veith<\/p>\n

It’s for the old tree, now for the day so you\u2019ll ever be mine. It’s for the water, you ever will stay. You agree to be there\u00a0 and will stay for a while.<\/p>\n

Dancing forever, loneliness gone.\u00a0 What is deep in your heart ? How could you know than, which game you\u2019ve won and the way how to start ?\u00a0 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:<\/p>\n

\u201cWill 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 !<\/p>\n

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<\/span>NIghtingale Flight<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Nightingale Flight
\nLyrics & Music: Veith<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

Nightingale-flight every night, deep in your brain, no need to be hide. It’s only the nightingale-flight<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Folker's Dancefloor<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Folker\u2019s Dancefloor
\nLyrics & Music: Jost<\/p>\n

Listen to your heart\u00a0 when there\u00b4s 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 \u00b4n dance the night away.<\/p>\n

Join your late-mates earlier, they\u00b4re waiting for the kick, the crowd is ready now to move their ass\u00b4. Come on piper, play the tune, now it is your term. Take your love and lead her through the\u00a0 night.<\/p>\n

Clap your hands and\u00a0 keep on folking, stomp your feet and let it rock. Shake your head and keep on banging. Come on let\u00b4s\u00a0 dance \u00b4till six o\u00b4clock !<\/p>\n

Bodies moving gently, bodies moving hard, born to dance, they never rest at all. Floating with\u00a0 the wind their mind \u00b4s up in the sky and here we go again for one more time<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Sparrow in the Midwinter Hall<\/div>
<\/p>\n

<\/a>Sparrow In The Midwinter-Hall
\n(Lyrics and music: Jost)<\/p>\n

Sparrow in the night in the midwinter-hall
\nNobody knew where it came from, Nobody saw it disappear.<\/p>\n

„Who\u00b4s there to explain, a symbol from the dark?
\nWho has send this messenger to whom he is going to return?“<\/p>\n

„Let me try to say: Who ever knows where we came from?
\nDoes anybody know where we will go? So come on, little sparrow, let\u00b4s fly“<\/p>\n

Sparrow in the night in the midwinter-hall
\nNobody knows where it came from, Does anybody know where we will go?<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Warm touch<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Warm Touch
\n(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Music: Veith)<\/p>\n

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

„The love that you give in the morning hour fills my world with wonderfull tales!“<\/p>\n

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

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<\/span>The fox at the airport<\/div>
<\/p>\n

The Fox At The Airport
\n(Lyrics and Music: Jost)<\/p>\n

Go on if you want to but don\u00b4t count on me
\nKeep on shouting out your anger \u00b4Til you feel free<\/p>\n

You can\u00b4t expect me to stay here watching you getting mad
\nNo base to come together now I\u00b4m goin\u00b4to leave and I\u00b4ll be glad<\/p>\n

So he spoke and turned to go\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 was ready now to leave
\nNo word, no cry, no last Good Bye could help to stay another while<\/p>\n

And so the fox went to the airport, and he reached highway number three
\nI saw him lying in the ditch there with a broken neck, he wasn\u00b4t free.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Step beside<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Step Beside
\n(Lyrics & Music: Veith)<\/p>\n

Ask for the answer ask for a frame Nobody knows you hear the same
\nThousand of people nobody here crying in silence crying in fear<\/p>\n

You are invited to see what you get beautiful houses but only a flat
\nWhen you ask someone to be alone smiling is outside outside the stone.
\nSo be careful !<\/p>\n

One more step beside\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 beware the darkest night
\nWhen there is no light it\u2019s easy just to hide<\/p>\n

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<\/span>This Day is not Today<\/div>
<\/p>\n

This Day Is Not Today
\n(Lyrics and music: Jost )<\/p>\n

Hope may fade away, hope\u00a0 may even die<\/p>\n

When you\u00b4re down and out, feeling sad, Hope may fade away, may even die some day.
\nBut this day –\u00a0 is not today, This day – may be far away.<\/p>\n

Remember all these days when things went wrong these days lie in the past, these days may lie ahead.<\/p>\n

Hope may fade away, hope\u00a0 may even die friends may even let you down
\nHope may leave you this day.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Wish you were<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Wish You Were
\n(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Music: Jost)<\/p>\n

Wish you were the floating river within your silken blossom bed
\nAnd Wicklow Mountain trees will shiver in the evening sun and let – –<\/p>\n

My love love grow like a red rose while moon and shade spin threads
\nLike mystic buds enclosed like songs of life an love and death.<\/p>\n

Wish you were the Shannon River floating through the fields of love
\nCome and kiss me and deliver our dreams and let them flow<\/p>\n

To the way where nights are gay and the silver clouds below
\nChanged our feeling ev\u00b4ry new day River Shannon, let them flow.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Connemara Girl<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Connemara Girl
\n(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Adaption: Jost, Music: Jost)<\/p>\n

From the great church of Saint Kevin, to the high Saint Kevin\u00b4s Cross,
\nFrom the trails of Lake Luggalla, to the falls of Powerscourt,<\/p>\n

She\u00b4s so lovely, she\u00b4s so handsome, she is known so well, Connemara\u00b4s finest girl at all.,
\nShe\u00b4s so lovely, she\u00b4s so handsome, She is known so well,, They called her Leanna Bell.,<\/p>\n

Where MacQuillan\u00b4s mighty castle, Giant Causeway to the right,
\nFinding steps of Boy McDonnell, Earls of Ulsters had to fight.,<\/p>\n

From the Tanarossan Mountains, To the sweet Sheephaven Bay,
\nNear Murren Hill you find a fountain, Do not swim in White Park Bay,<\/p>\n

From the waterfalls of Glencar, To the air so sweet and free,
\nFrom the rustic celtic horsefarm, To the girl I want to see.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Under the Evenstar<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Under The Evenstar
\n(Lyrics: Huntenburg \/ Jost, Music: Jost)<\/p>\n

Fairy fay at midnight a light in the dark so far
\nSooner or later I will fail under the evenstar<\/p>\n

What should I do to please you I won\u00b4t sleep alone
\nMore than a kiss I\u00b4ll give you under the evenstar<\/p>\n

Glow in the midnight hour glow, my fairy star
\nLove me when the time is right under the evenstar<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Mediis Tenebris<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Mediis tenebris
\n(Lyrics & Music: Veith)<\/p>\n

Irretivit eum multis sermonibus
\nOmni tempus fugit in mediis tenebris<\/p>\n

Paene fui in malo in mediis tenebris
\nOmni tempus fugit in mediis tenebris<\/p>\n

Stragulatis vestibus lectulum meum stravi<\/p>\n

Veni, inebriemur voluptatibus stragulatis vestibus
\nlectulum meum stravi in mediis tenebris<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Peacful Slumber<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Peaceful Slumber
\n(Lyrics & Music: Veith)<\/p>\n

Playing on the floors, guiding him to so much doors
\nWith much more rooms behind. He saw so many unknown men,
\nhurrying to his father\u2019s room he hadn\u2019t seen for a long long time<\/p>\n

Every time people watching him, they change the face. But he didn\u2019t know why<\/p>\n

When all the bells were ringing loud\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 You hear the crowd, who\u2019s withpering
\nA peaceful slumber told the boy: \u201cA new story will beginn.
\nThe child becomes a king !\u201d<\/p>\n

Since his early years he was guided how to fight, how to dress himself,
\nto rule what\u2019s right or wrong. He knew how to talk, how to sit
\nand how to walk and what he had to do becoming strong.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Like a light rose<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Like A Light Rose
\n(Lyrics and Music: Jost,\u00a0 Adaptation: Veith)<\/p>\n

Like a light rose in a dark sea, appearing at the door
\nMoving gently she played with him He hoped there could be more.<\/p>\n

When she came to the backsmith\u00b4s house all young men got amazed.
\nBut the piper he played his tune the maiden went to dance<\/p>\n

The blacksmith\u00b4s son he followed her she danced\u00a0 the magic reign
\nAnd all the young girls danced around forgot about the curse.<\/p>\n

When he noticed the dimming light of sunrise in his eyes
\nAnd the piper still played the tune the prophecy came true.<\/p>\n

The blacksmith\u00b4s son he cried out loud and found himself alone
\nThe magic piper he was gone, the reign had turned to stone.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Breavheart Story<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Braveheart Story
\n(Lyrics: Huntenburg \/ Veith, Music: Veith)<\/p>\n

He slid his arms around her waist and lead her to the bed
\nShe closed the eyes, thought of the nights she\u2019d longed for him and said:<\/p>\n

\u201cThat\u2019s I desired more than anyone in my life. Please kiss and love me I want to be your bride\u201d<\/p>\n

His horse so strong and he will take Your hand – be shure – it\u2019s no mistake
\nAnd then his lips will touch your skin The Braveheart-Story will beginn
\nAnd then, you’re waiting for a sign You feel the hero leaves in time
\nWhen you awake he’s still away and then you know no dream will stay<\/p>\n

The sun, it let me close my eyes no heaven knows the big suprise
\nHis hand, so light, will touch my skin The Braveheart-Story will beginn
\nHis horse so strong and he will take My hand – I’m shure – it\u2019s no mistake
\nWhen I awake he’s still away\u00a0\u00a0\u00a0 and then I knew no dream will stay<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Ladhivan<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Ladhivan
\n(Lyrics & Music: Veith)<\/p>\n

On a dawning morning the mother felt in love when clouds were deep and tide was high
\nAnd when nine months past away she laid down, her skin was wet<\/p>\n

She never felt the way like this had born a couple boys and girls
\nbut now she knew, he was the one the dreams had told her. And she called him<\/p>\n

Ladhivan, the boy who talked with his eyes healed with his hands, felt with the trees
\nand with the light of the\u00a0 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.<\/p>\n

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

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The very first time<\/div>
<\/p>\n

The Very First Time, Part 1
\n(Lyrics: Huntenburg, Music: Jost)<\/p>\n

Please come to me and love me Love me for a while
\nI wanna feel your lips now I wanna see your smile<\/p>\n

Take my hand and dance with me look into my eyes
\nWhisper little words of love whisper little lies
\nGive a little groan to me of pleasure and be mine
\nI close my eyes and I feel I\u00b4m\u00a0 not alone this night.<\/p>\n

Kiss my shoulders and my face kiss my hair and ears
\nKiss my body ev\u00b4rywhere kiss me and have no fear.
\nGive a little groan to me of pleasure and be mine
\nI close my eyes and I feel I\u00b4m\u00a0 not alone this night..<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>After Rising will be fall<\/div>
<\/p>\n

<\/a> After Rising will be fall
\nM: Veith, T: Jost \/ Veith<\/p>\n

Seit alters her sind Gefahren f\u00fcr die Menschheit \u201eam Horizont\u201c aufgetaucht. War die Angst vor Wikingern und anderen ungebetenen G\u00e4sten in fr\u00fcheren Zeiten sehr verbreitet, kommen heutzutage weitere Gefahren- Varianten hinzu.<\/p>\n

Ships on the horizon, enemy or friend, Stormy weather \u00b4s 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) \u2013 sing Mea culpa Nostradamus \u2013 after rising will be fall Derivate omnibus \/ Flatulenz exorbitant Battles coming via cyber \u2013 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.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Malley-O<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Malley-O
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Incredibile Galahad<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Incredibile Galahad
\nM & T: Jost<\/p>\n

Im r\u00f6misch-keltischen Britannien erblickt der Knabe Galahad das Licht der Welt. Schon bald entwickelt sich der junge Galahad als talentierter Fl\u00f6tenspieler. Ganz Britannien spricht nur noch vom \u201eunglaublichen Galahad\u201c… (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 \u2013 Galahad magnificus<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Princess and the frog<\/div>
<\/p>\n

The Princess And The Frog
\nM & T: Jost<\/p>\n

Basierend auf einer wahren Begebenheit: Ein Frosch verirrt sich ins Schlafzimmer einer jungen Dame. So k\u00f6nnte die Geschichte ausgegangen sein…..<\/p>\n

\u201cWe have to find some way out of here\u201d, said the princess to the frog, you just came in through my window, please be sure you cannot stay. \u201cYou can be sure you\u00b4ll have no regrets\u201d, spoke the broken-hearted frog, \u201coh, please be mine, sweetest princess, after all nobody knows.\u201d \u201cCome, kiss me sweet, little princess mine, let us hear the angels sing. Make me happy and find out: I\u00b4m the spellbound frog.\u201d The night has gone, the morning comes, two frogs are sitting on the bed. \u201cYou made me happy and you found out: I\u00b4m the spellbound frog.\u201d<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Back in my arms<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Back in my Arms<\/p>\n

M: Veith, T: Huntenburg \/ Veith<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Erinnerungen an vergangene Liebesn\u00e4chte bleiben meist ein Leben lang wach.<\/i><\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A little bird sat in the rain<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I sit here and I can’t explain<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

What is the purpose of my life<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It’s just to find a wife<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A wild big lion on the run<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Rested sit down in the sun<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Will you please be back in my arms<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ev’ry moment of delight<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My heart wants more to give to you, my love<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Be sure you are the one<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Will you please be back in my arms<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Ev’ry moment of delight<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

My heart wants more to give to you my love<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

I’m sure you are the one<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A snake long as a winding road<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Said, my life’s heavy cloud<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

What is the purpose of my life<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

It’s just to find a wife<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A man so mighty and so proud<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Sang the song of love, sang loud<\/span><\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Here we are to folk you<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Here We Are To Folk You
\nM & T: Jost<\/p>\n

Ein Dankesch\u00f6n an alle Fans, die uns \u00fcber lange Jahre die Treue gehalten haben. Der Mittelteil ist eine Bear- beitung der \u201ePavane Della Tromba Hollandia\u201c des Landgrafen Moritz von Hessen, Erfinder des Folk-Rock.<\/p>\n

Here we go again – play some kind of folk-rock Ev\u00b4rybody\u00b4s in – the show tonight. Let me hear you sing – we came to folk you. Here\u00b4s our night \u2013 come and join in \/ Listen to the lovely folky tune We came to play \u2013 to entertain you. We had some fun \u2013 and also you. You may remember that we promised to come back, and here we are again \u2013 come and join in. Now it is you term \u2013 to entertain us. Let\u00b4s have some fun \u2013 together now. Hi, folks, come on, we wanna hear you sing. Here we go again \u2013 come and join in.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Go sit on a tack<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Go Sit On A Tack
\nM & T: Jost<\/p>\n

Ein Liebeslied muss nicht immer an eine Person gerichtet sein.<\/p>\n

We danced together at parties, we worked together so many times, I thought I could be so proud of you, why don\u00b4t you love me any more? You once may have thought that I need you, your deafness told you to ignore me. Can\u00b4t you see the writing on the wall, how blind as a bat can you be? You can\u00b4t really fancy I love you any longer, I tell you: Go sit on a tack!<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Ev'ry sin<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Ev’ry sin
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg \/ Veith<\/p>\n

Oft bleibt keine andere M\u00f6glichkeit, als sich immer wieder an der Erinnerung zu laben, wenn sich ein wunderbares Ereignis nicht wiederholen l\u00e4sst !<\/p>\n

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<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Next Step<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Next Step
\nM & T: Jost<\/p>\n

Die Menschen f\u00fchren immer noch Kriege aus \u201cniederen Beweggr\u00fcnden\u201d. Es wird allerh\u00f6chste Zeit f\u00fcr einen neuen Quantensprung in Richtung Menschlichkeit.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Tender Crazy<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Tender crazy
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg<\/p>\n

Es gibt Momente in denen selbst kleine Schwindeleien durch eine „verliebte Brille“ gesehen s\u00fc\u00df wie der Duft von Rosen erscheinen.<\/p>\n

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.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Stay alive<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Stay alive
\nT & M: Veith<\/p>\n

Immer sind es Frauen und Kinder, die die Grausam- keiten des Krieges nicht auf dem Schlachtfeld, sondern als die Bangenden zu Hause erleben m\u00fcssen.<\/p>\n

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?<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Buzzy Lizzy<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Busy Lizzy
\nT & M: Jost<\/p>\n

Ein St\u00fcck \u00fcber die individuelle Zeiteinteilung. Was ist wirklich \u201ewichtig\u201c im Leben?<\/p>\n

She\u00b4s so busy, busy Lizzy, she can hardly care, Actually she\u00b4s even less here, duties everywhere. She\u00b4s so busy, busy Lizzy, has no time at all. Daddy\u00b4s 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\u00b4s not busy, busy Lizzy, it\u00b4s 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\u00b4s really busy in her life.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Garden<\/div>
<\/p>\n

The Garden
\nT & M: Veith<\/p>\n

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.
\nREFRAIN: 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!
\nHe 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.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>When she dance<\/div>
<\/p>\n

When she dance
\nT & M: Veith<\/p>\n

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.
\nREFRAIN: 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 ….
\nAnd 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 …..
\n<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Buy a Cage<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Buy a cage
\nT: Huntenburg,\u00a0 M: Veith<\/p>\n

Don\u2019t buy a bird, don\u2019t buy a cage,\u00a0 don\u2019t buy a belt, don\u2019t buy a key. Alas, I give you all my lips. You spell the sweetest words for me.
\nMy love will raise the pretty lips,\u00a0 love me beneath the castle walls.\u00a0 My love will show you one more lips, love you beneath the castle walls.<\/p>\n

Perhaps you like to buy a bird and like to buy a bird cage, too.\u00a0 Alas, you cannot buy me\u00a0 to get me in the cage into.\u00a0 Perhaps you like to buy some keys\u00a0 and like to buy an iron belt.\u00a0 Alas, you can\u2019t lock up my love,\u00a0 it burns the iron for to melt.
\nPerhaps you like to buy some fruit to get a kiss sweeter than wine.\u00a0 I sing a song of love for you, like angels do – sweet and divine.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div>
\n

<\/span>Our Sweet Lady<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Our Sweet Lady
\nT: Jost,\u00a0 M: Jost<\/p>\n

Be careful with your steps, you have to live your life.
\nI will dictate everything and you never will be free again.
\nI tell you what is right \u00b4cause I know what is wrong.
\nYou know that all freaky monsters will punish and torture you so.
\nBridge: Last judgement is here to come, four last things have to be done.
\nA concert takes place in the egg, speared fishman only can beg.
\nGarden of Earthly Delights, seven or even more sins,
\nit\u00b4s only one step into hell where demons are waiting to kill.
\nRefr.: Work for me, I\u00b4m your Sweet Lady, paint for me all the fears I have.
\nPray for me and for all believers, make us piously, your visions we will share.
\nRemember Anthony, temptations everywhere,
\nthe ship of fools cannot show you the way I don\u00b4t want you to live.
\nTwo witches flying high beneath the burning sky
\neffusing hope and the power of their angelic chant makes him cry.
\nBridge: Last judgement is here to come, four last things have to be done\u2026.
\nRefr.: Work for me, I\u00b4m your Sweet Lady,\u2026<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Word<\/div>
<\/p>\n

The Word
\nT: Huntenburg,\u00a0 M: Sch\u00f6ller \/ Jost<\/p>\n

Refr.: Love is the word that breathless runs, love ist the word hot like the sun.
\nLove is to give my breath away. I save this word – well everyday.
\nThere is a word, it\u00b4s like a secret, it\u00b4s like a wolf in black dark nights.
\nSometimes like serpents in the shadows, a word full of energy and might.
\nRefr.: Love is the word\u2026
\nThere is a word that sounds like thunder, it\u00b4s like the lightnings in the storm,
\nit\u00b4s like the breaking of the dawn, it\u00b4s like the summer rain so warm.<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Hard Working Man<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Hard Working Man
\nT: Jost,\u00a0 M: Jost<\/p>\n

Saturday night working week is over, glad to be home again.
\nBottle of beer, who will deny it, he\u00b4s a hard working man.
\nSaturday night, his wife\u00b4s in the disco, dancing the night away.
\nShe\u00b4s back for breakfast, who will deny it, he\u00b4s a hard working man.<\/p>\n

Refr. A: Setting a good example he leads the way, alas,
\ngoing straight ahead \u2013 he has been kicked his ass.<\/p>\n

Look for the children, bring them to school and cook the meal for them.
\nSports in the afternoon, music lessons, he\u00b4s a hard working man.
\nShe promised him to stay at his side there every night and day.
\nGood times, bad times, who will deny it, he\u00b4s a hard working man. <\/p>\n

Refr. A: Setting a good example he leads the way, alas, \u2026
\nHere we go again for the last time, never go straight ahead.<\/p>\n

Better you keep yourself in the background, criticize instead.
\nDon\u00b4t be stupid, guides are enough there walking right in front,
\nact as guardians, who will deny it, doing what they want. <\/p>\n

Refr. B: Setting a good example, never go straight ahead,
\nlet the guides walk right in front and kick them in their ass`. <\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>Another Mother\u00b4s Son<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Another Mother\u00b4s Son
\nT: Jost,\u00a0 M: Jost<\/p>\n

Shelter him, he knows what is hell.
\nForced to fight he lost his freedom, forced to work he lost his hope.
\nNever hopes to see tomorrow, without chance to be free again.<\/p>\n

Refr.: He\u00b4s just another mother\u00b4s son, he\u00b4s just another human under the same sun.<\/p>\n

Fate is cruel, it\u00b4s just fortune to be born under a good sign.
\nCouldn\u00b4t stay where he ought to, couldn\u00b4t live where he ought to stay.<\/p>\n

Refr.: He\u00b4s just another mother\u00b4s son, ..<\/p>\n

Forced to fight he lost his freedom, forced to work he lost his hope.
\nCan\u00b4t even help without dangerr for your own life.<\/p>\n

Refr.: He\u00b4s just another mother\u00b4s son, ..<\/p>\n

<\/div><\/div><\/p>\n

<\/span>The Very First Time Part Two<\/div>
<\/p>\n

The Very First Time Part Two
\nT: Jost,\u00a0 M: Jost<\/p>\n

Passing dark ages I feel the end of the night
\nThunder and lightning are over, I can see light.
\nToo many groans I have heard, too many lies.
\nSnap out of it \u2013 this is not my paradise.
\nRefr.: Don\u00b4t follow me, you can go your own way.
\nCan\u00b4t follow you anymore.
\nI\u00b4m not in need to follow your muddle-headed mind.
\nWasted my time I\u00b4ll leave these ages behind.
\nToo many groans I have heard, too many lies.
\nSnap out of it \u2013 this is not my paradise.
\nRefr.: Don\u00b4t follow me, you can go your own way. \u2026
\nHear you say: \u201eFollow me, please don\u00b4t leave me alone\u201c<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Antie Ant<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Antie Ant
\nT: Jost,\u00a0 M: Jost<\/p>\n

Life can be hard, nothing is easy. Try to get through, day after day.
\nAnteater\u00b4s near, run for your life, dear, never give up, fight against your fear.
\nEv\u00b4ry dawn brings new hope, ev\u00b4ry year a new chance.
\nRefr.: Antie Ant goes on forever, Antie Ant will never sleep,
\nAntie Ant will ever keep the heap.
\nBusiness is hard, keen competition, day after day, ev\u00b4ry new dawn.
\nMay the sun be ever with you. Keep your tail, keep it up.
\nEv\u00b4ry dawn brings new hope, never leave the way.
\nRefr.: Antie Ant goes on forever, \u2026<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Airy Fairy<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Airy Fairy
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg \/ Veith<\/p>\n

I\u2019m like the wind, In the hour of birth. I roll around the tempest sea. Catching the songs. The seagulls sing.
\nI breathe out loud: \u201eI\u2019m free, I\u2019m free.\u201c
\nFar beneath the ocean deep my brother waits the hungry storm. He kissed the waves, the sunlight, too. \u201cHe, brother, let\u2019s together roam.\u201d
\nStill on the tower, there\u2019s a light, I see a maiden on her knees. And I whisper: \u201cAiry, fairy my maiden, follow me, and we are free.\u201c<\/p>\n

Airy, fairy – stormy laughter. Airy, fairy a summer breeze. Let\u2019s raise our heads. Let\u2019s kiss the summer. We are the winds and we are free.<\/p>\n

You\u2019re like the sun, in the morning dawn. When I wake up I taste your skin. You smell full of tenderness. Your lovely touch can free my soul. \u201cTake my hand!\u201d, you say to me. Together we resist the storm. You are the horse, that ride the waves. So tell me: \u201cWhat should I fear?\u201d<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Dance For Me<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Dance For Me
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg \/ Veith<\/p>\n

Who should not mind my sweetest Lady. All troubadours sing lovely rhymes. My songs but are the finest chants so tender, full of love and fine. My lady I will give you, will give you diamonds for your breast. My heart is ready for your love is ready for to touch your chest.<\/p>\n

Don’t make the bedroom.\tDon’t wash the dishes. Just let the garden-flowers stay on their own.\tDon’t wake me up the night and let me shiver. I beg your pardon, will you dance for me ?<\/p>\n

Who should not mind my sweetest Lady, all troubadours are full of dreams. My dream is like a silver curtain so tender, full of love and sweet. My lady I will give you, will give you pearls for your breast.
\nMy heart is ready for your love is ready for to touch your chest.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Whisper Words<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Whisper Words
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg \/ Veith<\/p>\n

A Lady white \u2013 high in the Sky, her secrets in a cloud. A Lady green, within the words cries out her secrets loud. The clouds they do not yet suspect they push the secrets down, The Lady green fell
\non her knees cries out her secrets loud. The Lady white waits not so far she’s waiting for her man,
\nThe Lady green don’t know the secret, she cannot understand. It’s better, to hide secrets in the
\nheart or in a cloud, It is not good that lovers whisper out the secrets loud.<\/p>\n

Ref.: You taste my sin, you light my fire, You are the one that gave me all that I desire. You whisper words. You are a liar. Why should I stay with you?I will not trust your wire.<\/p>\n

How nonchalant the lover says \u201eMany secrets are to hide\u201c.He loves the Lady secretly, what a joy
\nand what a pride. The clouds they do not yet suspect they push the secrets down, The Lady green
\nfell on her knees cries out her secrets loud.<\/p>\n

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<\/span>Stay Here<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Stay Here
\nM: Veith, T: Huntenburg \/ Veith<\/p>\n

Live is like a mortal flower, And love is like eternity,\tThe muses sing their songs of joy, cause I love
\nyou and you love me. High in the sky, my lovely dear, where sunshine waits for me and you, the
\nmuses sing their songs of joy, You hear the summer winds warm tune. And silent hours through the night, reflections whispering in the due – the warm winds tune.<\/p>\n

Ref.: Stay here by my side my dear. You don’t have to be afraid. If you keep strong the ties for sure.
\nYou never have to walk alone.<\/p>\n

Every where\u2019s another sunshine. Leaves are dancing in the storm. It\u2019s the stormwind of our love, so tender, crazy, fairy, warm <\/p>\n

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<\/span>Sweetheart<\/div>
<\/p>\n

Sweetheart
\nM: Veith, T: Veith<\/p>\n

You can hear the whispering voices the wind so far away. They tell you to wait for your sweetheart. All that will be in wain.
\nYou hope your light will shine brigther and the sun will warm your skin. But be sure my lovely sweetheart your dream will not fullfill.
\nBut you can trust whats deep inside you and what makes you strong so well\t. What should you fear my lovely sweetheart? Be sure, hear what I tell<\/p>\n

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