Sleepwalking, also known as somnambulism or noctambulism, is a sleep disorder belonging to the parasomnia family.

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Sleepwalking

Crack In The Sky
Blupa Music/GER©2017

The road was dark and slippery
And the driver, high as a kite

It happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye
No act of the Holy, but a crack in the sky

Acrid smoke and flashing lights
Lots of people running ‘round

Confusing, disturbing, what is going on?
His body, all messed up, is he really gone?

Oh, what a scene …

Mind the ghost on the sidewalk, a silhouette of someone dead
Mind the host of the nightmare, a poor soul from a recent life

Death on arrival 6.10 A.M.
Pack up, thank you and goodnight

It happened so quickly, in the blink of an eye
No act of the Holy, but a crack in the sky

Crack In The Sky

The Storm
Blupa Music/GER©2017

She said she loved me, I loved her too
But love became hate, out of the blue

She sometimes broke things, records and stuff
I said I hated her, just as much

A touch on my shoulder, a kiss on my neck
I tried to stay cool, but I was a wreck

Oh love

We started out so nice, like lovers do
A roof and a bed and a blind cat called Lou

Living on white bread and cheap wine
It's hard to believe but we made it just fine

Then came the storm and ripped off the roof
Blew out delusions and let in the truth

Oh love

Goodbye 'miss trouble' we have come to an end
The wind won't blow our way

Even the blind cat found a new trace
We both knew he wouldn't stay

The Storm

Grand Oak Tree
Blupa Music/GER©2017

I have no plans for tomorrow and I don't dwell on the past
I try to live in the moment, life is moving too fast

I trust no so-called leaders, I seek no higher ground
But I believe in the people and the world turning 'round

I've found my spot in the shade, under a Grand Oak Tree
It's been there for many years and it will outlive you and me

You think you know all the answers and you know right from wrong
Too shame you're such a fool, too shame you're in my song

I've found my spot in the shade, under a Grand Oak Tree
It's been there for many years and it will outlive you and me

Grand Oak Tree

Blupa Music/GER©2017
Art by Sophia White

It's us or them, he spit the words out of his mouth, it will spread like a disease
And with the good lord by our side we'll bring them down, down, to their knees

So here we are, all over again, man fighting man, man fighting man

Ten thousand soldiers out, marching the streets, shut your windows, slam your door
The taste of blood is like heroin, give me more, give me more, give me more

So here we are, all over again, man fighting man, man fighting man

Out of control, out of control, raise your flag, we’re so out of control
Out of control, yeah, out of control, raise your flag, we’re so out of control

Out Of Control

El Diablo
GER©2018

I was found in the desert
My skin was badly burned
Qué ha pasado, she asked me
The old Mexican nurse

I was talking in my sleep
El Diablo, she would say
She cleaned my wounds 'n cried
Señor, I fear the worst

Once, I met the spirit myself
Back when I was young
He had a snake's tongue

Laughed at me and turned to smoke
Vanished in a haze
I never saw his face

They found marks on my neck
Hot toxic in my blood
So, they sent for a priest
A black-caped servant of God

Immundus spiritus, he said
Holding his cross up high
I thought I'd meet my maker
Instead, he made me deny

El Diablo

Game Of Life
GER©2018
 
This is what I’ve heard
God help if it’s true
You shot your old man down
You told me you would
You showed me you could
He won’t play Jack no more
 
This is what I’ve heard
God knows if it’s true
Cops all around your house
They found the poor sod
In a big pool of blood
Dead on your kitchen floor
 
You, I don't blame
He had a bad name
And he lost the game of life
 
And the story goes
He had to roll the dice
To the point of no return
The tax collector smiled
Behold, my lost child
Meet me at the door
 
You, I don't blame
You had a bad name
And you lost the game of life

Game Of Life

The Real World
GER©2018

Daddy held the chicken firmly
Pushed its head to the ground
Swung the axe like nothing
I never forget the sound

The chicken ran, it just ran, kicked and ran

Wipe those tears, he told me
You're crying like a baby girl
Life’s not a god damn dollhouse
Time you face the real world

But I ran, I just ran, kicked and ran

Bow your neck for the headless
Bend your knees for broken bones
Raise your glass up high

Bow your neck for the headless
Bend your knees for broken bones
Raise your glass up to the sky

Well, I got to see the real world
Learned my lessons from life
Thought I did pretty good
When I married my sweet wife

But then she ran, she just ran, kicked and ran

Bow your head for the sleepless
Rest your soul for broken hearts
Raise your glass up high

Bow your head for the sleepless
Rest your soul for broken hearts
Raise your glass up to the sky

The Real World

Ma'nene
GER©2018

In Indonesia you dig up your ma
In Indonesia you dig up your pa
Once a year, without fear

In Indonesia you wake up the dead
In Indonesia it's butter and bread
What's the fuzz, what's the buzz?

Are you ready for Ma'nene?
Get them corpses clean
Are you ready for Ma'nene?
Just like Halloween

Ma'nene

Yippee-Ki-Yay

On every street in every city, there's a nobody who dreams of being a somebody -Travis Bickle, Taxi Driver

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