What I Want In Life

What I Want In Life - With Dirk Ködderitzsch

Eyes That Talk

The movie Brazil by Terry Gilliam has an important memory in my heart and the lyrics came from that story here the lyrics : 
Punch in an office of boredom 
That outmarchs your identity 
Obvious powers that command you 
Without a bit of humanity.  

Controlled lives by day 
Controlled dreams by night 
Illusion of a total control that will annihilate us.  

Your Angel Grows in you 
Blue eyes that caress you 
Make of you 
The Strength and courage and risk 
That was in you Sweet union always dreamed of 
Lives in you.  

Routine broken cleanly From a desire for freedom 
Madness and blood that threaten you 
From a system of stamped sheets  
Life resurrected from a desire 
Hidden in a corrupt office 
Leviathan greedy for stolen lives 
From a work of sheets and drafts  
Your Angel Grows in you Blue eyes that caress you Make of you.

Song sung By Luca Giordano Backing vocal By T.Giannini

Il Corriere Smarrito

Zilbra

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Lyrik: (The English translation is below the German lyrics)
Mit siebzehn war die Welt so klar
Die Gitarre und ein Traum 
(Ein Traum, so nah)
Der Weg schien vorgezeichnet da
Große Bühnen, weiter Raum 
(So weit der Raum)

Doch das Leben schreibt seine eignen Melodien
(eigene Melodien)
Führt uns Wege, die wir niemals selbst erdacht
(niemals selbst erdacht)

Doch das Leben schreibt seine eignen Melodien
(eigene Melodien)
Führt uns Wege, die wir niemals selbst erdacht
(niemals selbst erdacht)

Jede Note meiner Geschichte
Jeder Umweg, jede Pflicht (jeder Weg)
Wurde Teil von meinem Leben
Teil von meinem Gleichgewicht (mein Gleichgewicht)

Der Anzug sitzt, die Zeit verrinnt
Die Gitarre schweigt im Raum 
(sie schweigt im Raum)
Bis eines Tages dann mein Kind
Weckt den alten Lebenstraum 
(den alten Traum)

Und ich sehe plötzlich klarer 
(sehe klarer)
Was das Leben mir erzählt 
(was es mir erzählt)
Dass der Weg oft wunderbarer
Als der Traum, den man sich wählt 
(den man sich wählt)

Und ich sehe plötzlich klarer 
(sehe klarer)
Was das Leben mir erzählt 
(was es mir erzählt)
Dass der Weg oft wunderbarer
Als der Traum, den man sich wählt 
(den man sich wählt)

Heute spiel ich meine Lieder
Anders als ich einst gedacht 
Finde meine Bühne wieder
In der Melodie der Nacht 
(Melodie der Nacht)

Denn jeder Weg führt uns nach Haus 
(führt uns nach Haus)
Wenn wir nur den Mut bewahren 
(Mut bewahren)
Die Musik klingt leise aus

English translation:
The world was so clear at seventeen
The guitar and a dream
(A dream, so close)
The path seemed mapped out there
Big stages, wide space
(So wide the space)

But life writes its own melodies
(own melodies)
Leads us down paths we never thought up ourselves
(never conceived by ourselves)

But life writes its own melodies
(own melodies)
Leads us down paths we never thought up ourselves
(never thought up by ourselves)

Every note of my story
Every detour, every duty (every path)
Became part of my life
Part of my balance (my balance)

The suit fits, the time runs out
The guitar is silent in the room
(it is silent in the room)
Until one day my child
Awakens the old dream of life
(the old dream)

And I suddenly see more clearly
(see more clearly)
What life tells me
(what it tells me)
That the path is often more wonderful
Than the dream you choose
(that one chooses)

And I suddenly see more clearly
(see more clearly)
What life tells me
(what it tells me)
That the path is often more wonderful
Than the dream you choose
(that one chooses)

Today I play my songs
Other than I once thought
Find my stage again
In the melody of the night
(Melody of the night)

For every road leads us home
(leads us home)
If only we keep our courage
(Keep courage)
The music fades out quietly

Meine Bühne

Drunk Bear

Chorus
Pull the trigger— on these rhymes
Focus target, bottom line
 Each word impact, like doing time
Ricochet of each other, by my design 
As I unload , as I unload (X4)

Verse 1
Still ——the shimmer of light, coming through the curtains 
the day is not done, outcome’s uncertain 
drop the weight of my shoulder, unload the burden
Exponent the sum of one, connection open
Gonna chill and have some fun, I’m talking floating

Verse 2
I feel up to the level, drop a verse
Bass, mids, and treble, why rehearse 
Bars tight got several, raise a toast 
Going straight through, like a prison ghost
—Some wine,— host with the most
Words bounce off each other, like pinball dope
bounce off each other, like pinball dope
Push ahead, step back, full contact
Calm add reverb
Calm nerves, add reverb
All flavor, got every code
Love of labor, as I unload

Chorus
Pull the trigger on these rhymes
Focus target, bottom line
Each word impact, like doing time
Ricochet of each other, by my design
As I unload , as I unload

As I Unload

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[Verse]

Mind sharp, blade tip, cut through the static,

Thoughts acrobatic, flipping like gymnastic.

Wallet elastic, stretch marks on the fabric,

Dreams Jurassic, stompin' through the traffic.



City glow neon, heart beatin' eons,

Clock tickin', grind strong—titan with the key on.

Snackin' on chaos, appetite colossal,

World in my palm, squeeze it like a fossil.



[Chorus]

Freestyle, no leash, words run wild,

Fast lane, no brakes, pure exile.

Heartbeat jumpin', the track hostile,

Rap fast, no time, I’m volatile.



[Verse 2]

Thoughts ricochet, brain like a pinball,

World so heavy, I’m Atlas in a windfall.

Pockets need a detox, they too slim, y’all,

But bars so thick, stack 'em like a brick wall.



Punchlines hit, Tyson with the swing,

Words like bees, they buzz and then sting.

Underdog king, crown with a spring,

Bounce back, rubber band, do my own thing.



[Bridge]

Night lit electric, sparks in the alley,

Dreams take the wheel, no map, hit the valley.

Fists to the sky, knuckles raw from the rally,

This my world, no invite to the tally.

Rapid Rhymes

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