The Start of Something Beautiful

River

"I can hear your kitty cat 'Lucky' in love, 'Lucky' at cards.
Some of my good reasons to undermine it broke into parts.
And I can see your arms spinin' round, foolin' round and my heart feels like
'Lucky' in love, lucky at all.

I never perceived this was a beautiful place,
you got a beautiful face.
I only see what is bad,
the error's flashing in red
But your aura turns me into something I can not really define.

But what I can say is that it feels most comfortable to smile.
You always get me to grin, that is what I believe in.
And I just wanted to say:
I care for what you think.
I care for what you think.
I care for what you think.

Different religious beliefs, everything a man can believe.
I just wanna believe in my books, in what I perceive.
Believe in you because you make me work and act like a human feeling lucky.
I just wanna, I just wanna say that it feels most comfortable to smile.
But I, I can't get out of here.
This fuckin' life is getting everything out of me here.
I hope one day you'll come and get me out of here.
You just have to laugh and I'll be out of here.
I wish things were that easy to get out of here.

You magnetize.
But I won't rise.
I'll swap it for you. My price.
I just can't hide.
I like what you say.

I can hear your cat before my door.
Tell me what it is looking for.
I can't get out. Get out of here.
I, I can't get out of myself, it's impossible.
Don't you want to help? I need this smile.
Lucky in Love, Lucky at cards.

I can hear your kitty cat 'Lucky' in love, 'Lucky' at cards.
Some of my good reasons to undermine it broke into parts.
And I can see your arms spinin' round, foolin' round and my heart feels like
'Lucky' in love, lucky at all."

(I know "comfortable" is pronounced wrong, I will correct it :o)

Lucky In Love Lucky At Cards

"It's like wasting time on a lonely island
Holding the umbrella into the dry sunlight,
While the rest unpacks presents hand in hand
And the only thing you do is hold yourself tight.

I see everyones smile, I'm gazing at the other side.
They are laughing, they are dancing in the heat they spread.
Under the umbrella I feel cold inside,
My tears float in the sea and make me mad.

My Nose almost touched the other side
But waves pushed me backwards to hide.
I can see their lovely houses burning bright.
Will I sunbathe alone in this night?

Singing voices drift by like from a mountain top,
I cannot get the words, they are way too far.
But can I grab the sense before they stop?
Their voices sound salty but the echo tastes sour.

A first view into their bright living room.
Presents unpacked, dinner's warm, oh music.
All by myself I admire their bloom.
Can I try the salty water? A dry and short lick.

My nose almost touched the other side
But waves pushed me backwards to hide.
I can see their lovely houses burning bright.
Will I sunbathe alone in this night?

Now imagine it would be like that:
Facing lovely people across the sea.
Would you jump into the salty water and get wet
Or would you stay forever dry and open up a beer?

My nose almost touched the other side
But waves pushed me backwards to hide.
I can see their lovely houses burning bright.
Will I sunbathe alone in this night?"

Christmas

Not very clean, but the basic idea is fixed.

Dark Streets

The voices are taken from the movie "The Beach" with Leonardo DiCaprio and Robert Carlyle. I think this song needs much time to get used to it.

Everybody's Havin A Good Time

This is an experiment on strange deep house stuff. Unfortunately my keyboard got broken a few weeks ago so I couldn't finish the song. The voices are taken from the series "Hannibal" with Mads Mikkelsen and Hugh Dancy.

Psychoanalyse Me

"Every time when I wake
I generate the world.
It starts as a fake.
The morning so burled.

It ends as illusion.
Every evening I sue.
Here comes disillusion:
This place is not true.

And I walk through streets and fields, I see
That the surface peels exposing me
This world is a gameplay.

Now I realize this air is flat
'Cause the sky's red there and it dawns on me that
My life is a gameplay.

All things that I touch
Turn into ash.
I don't care that much
About textured flesh.

But what I prefer
Are buttons to press.
They get me blur.
They clear up my mess.

I can press 'up front' so I'm staying sad.
I can press 'aside' so I'm running mad 'cause
This place is constrained.

I can regulate my speed to five.
I could say good bye and shrink my life 'cause
My life's just a gameplay.

(Every time when I wake
I generate the world.
It starts as a fake.
The morning so burled.

It ends as illusion.
Every evening I sue.
Here comes disillusion:
This place is not true.)

Every time when I wake
I generate the world.
It starts as a fake.
The morning so burled.

It ends as illusion.
Every evening I sue.
Here comes disillusion:
This place is not true.

And I walk through streets and fields, I see
That the surface peels exposing me
This world is a gameplay.

Now I realize this air is flat
'Cause the sky's red there and it dawns on me that
My life is a gameplay.

..."

Gameplay

Agnosia (Visual)

"Straight up the hill I've been lying down.
Straight up the hill I've been caught by breeze of the height.
I've been blinded by that sunlight that came across my eyes.

When I fell I was wondering.

What I really fear is not the darkness but the light.
What I really fear is not the depth but the height.

Straight down the hill I saw crowded towns.
Straight down the hill I realized that I came from the towns
And they all wait for me to announce
If there's any life out there.

What I really fear is not the death but the life.
What I really fear is not the path but the towns.
What I really fear is to tell them that there's not life out there.

(No life out there)"

Bastian Borgards

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