THE TIME IS NOW
(music and lyrics by The Ox Prison)
We got too old too fast
We’re driving way too slow
The time is now that we can have it all

We got too smart too late
We ran out of our dreams
The time is now that we can have it all

Get up and breathe
Get up and leave
Leave it behind
Clear up your mind

Our love is gone
No feelings left
You’re out of touch
I’m out of breath

So close your eyes
And float away
Escape the noise
Of yesterday

You can’t undo
What had been done
No feelings left
Our love is gone

The chances that we missed
Are never coming back
The time is now that we can have it all

Whatever lies ahead
Is neither white nor black
The time is now that we can stand up tall

The time is speeding up
The days are getting short
The ferryman is waiting at the shore

Get up and breathe
Get up and leave
Leave it behind
Clear up your mind

Our love is gone
The door is shut
The lake went dry
There’s only mud

So close your eyes
And float away
Escape the noise
Of yesterday

You can’t undo
What had been done
There’s nothing left
When love is gone

The Time Is Now

DON’T BRING ME DOWN
(words and music by The Ox Prison)

The sun is down
and the music slowly dies.
The rhythm of the night
fills the cloudy skies.

I’m all alone
crying out to distant stars,
my body shaken up
waiting on a sign.

Merging with all-seeing eye
where my mind will never die.
Crying out to distant stars.
My heart is aching.

Don’t bring me down.
Light the fire in the sky.
Don’t bring me down.
Light the fire in the sky.

The raindrops hit my face.
I’m running thru the maze
of exit signs
that lead to nowhere.

Another twist of fate.
I’m gonna be too late
to take my life
a little slower.

Merging with all-seeing eye
where my mind will never die.
Crying out to distant stars.
My heart is aching.

Don’t bring me down.
Light the fire in the sky.
Don’t bring me down.
Light the fire in the sky.
Don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down.
Don’t bring me down.

Don't Bring Me Down

WHERE DO YOU GO
(words and music by The Ox Prison)
Where do you go
When the night falls down?
What do you know 
About this dirty town?
What flag do you wave
in the crowded streets?
Who do you blame 
when everybody bleeds?

Climb up this hill
and fly away.
Break thru the clouds
where angels play.
Heaven is right in front of you.
Dying is never something new.

Climb up this hill
and fly away.
Break thru the clouds
where angels play.

What do you see
when you close your mind?
What do you feel
When you’re in the grind?
Who do you curse
when you watch the news?
How do you know
when to play the blues?

Climb up this hill
and fly away.
Break thru the clouds
where angels play.
Heaven is right in front of you.
Blue skies are waiting there for you.

Where Do You Go

NON-BINARY MIDGETS
Non-binary midgets running in the streets.
What a show!
A venus with a penis and a pair of tits.
Go! Go! Go!
Braindead motherfuckers claiming to be woke.
Ho! Ho! Ho!
Fucking Biden is a joke!
Go! Go! Go!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!

They’re fucking with your mind every night
on TV!
White is black and black is white
is what you see.
Don’t believe in anything they’re telling you!
It’s all lies!
The choice is clear! Fuck the fear
or face demise!

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck them all!

Tora - Bass
JD - Drums
Mikey P - Guitar, Vocal

Non-Binary Midgets

MOLTEN CLOCKS
(music and lyrics by The Ox Prison)

Molten clocks go back in time
diving into waves of ocean blue.
Wooden crosses rise before my eyes
pointing to the place I once knew.

I’ll take a ride down this road
to meet the ghosts of the past.
So far away and yet so close
these pictures move way too fast.

I hit the brakes to slow down
The faces glimmer in the sun.
      
And I can tell I’m out of place.
The shadows fly across the field.
They disappear without a trace.

Leaving me here inside my guilt,
I’m stepping on the dirty grass,
Destroying bridges that I built
Over the streams of broken glass.

The molten clocks go back in time
colliding with the yellow train.
The silhouettes of those I knew
come back to life and burst aflame.

Molten clocks go back in time
diving into waves of ocean blue.
Wooden crosses rise before my eyes
pointing to the place I once knew.

I’ll take a ride down this road
to meet the ghosts of the past.
So far away and yet so close
these pictures move way too fast.

I hit the brakes to slow down
The faces glimmer in the sun.

Tora – Bass
Jimmy D – Drums
Mikey P – Guitars, vocal, keys
Facundo Borgia - Brass

Molten Clocks

RUN AWAY
(words and music by The Ox Prison)

I don’t have a dime to my name.
They taxed my breath and plowed right thru my brain.
They took my house and gave it to themselves.
They stole my land and poisoned all the wells.

They said run away!
Oh, run away!
Run away! 
Run away!

They said I had to vote to save my soul.
They said: you need the new and not the old.
They said I had to worship evil ways.
They told me:  praise the nights and curse the days!

I wanna run away!
Oh, run away!
Run away!
Run away!

The sun will rise again to shine on me.
From nothing I will lift myself, you’ll see!
And I won’t hide from daylight anymore!
I’ll chase away those rotten to the core!

And they will run away!
Oh, run away!
Run away!
Run away!

Tora - Bass
Mikey P - Vocal, Guitars, Keys
Jimmy D - Drums

Run Away

Roman Zero, "Bumblebees"

ARID PLACE WITH NO WAY OUT
(music and lyrics by The Ox Prison)

Arid place with no way out,
Desert all around.
Common sense has left this town,
Got buried in the ground.

Firetrucks go rolling by,
Sirens wailing loud.
Buildings burn and bullets fly,
Rivers all dry out.

Devil plundered golden rules,
Sold them off as junk.
Lies replaced the highest truth,
Sobriety got drunk.
Politicians drill the holes
Right into your brain;
Take your money and your soul
Until you go insane.

Firetrucks go rolling by,
Sirens wailing loud.
Buildings burn and bullets fly,
Rivers all dry out.

No escape from prison cell.
Fear will keep you down.
Nonexistent walls of hell
And debt in which you drown.
Wall Street people marching on.
Main Street standing still.
State is Deep but bold enough
To dwell upon The Hill.


Mikey P – guitars, vocal
Tora – bass
Jimmy D - drums


Arid Place With No Way Out

THE WORLD IS GOING CRAZY
The world is going crazy
The people lost their faith
They all got dumb and lazy
The age of click and bait

Wait for the sun
To dance up in the sky
The flightless birds
Will teach you how to fly

And I don’t need no guidance
To know which way to go
I jump into abundance
Of rivers in their flow

Wait for the sun
To dance up in the sky
The flightless birds
Will teach you how to fly

This life is never ending
You have to free your mind
No reason for pretending
That you’ve been deaf and blind

Wait for the sun
To dance up in the sky
The flightless birds
Will teach you how to fly

Words and music by The Ox Prison
Tora – Bass Guitar
Mikey P – Guitars, Vocal, Keys
Jimmy D - Drums


The World Is Going Crazy

Born on a Train

"I Remember the Long Summer Days" is a folk/noir ballad drawing on the storytelling depth of 1940s chanson and the raw edge of dark folk. Created as a sonic companion to a pivotal literary scene, the song captures a final peaceful walk through snow-covered fields before an impending escape—a moment of quiet intimacy between father and daughter, suspended between memory and farewell.
With its smoky baritone vocals, fingerpicked guitar, cello, and distant accordion, the track balances melancholy and solace, weaving the warmth of past summers into the cold certainty of departure. This piece is part of the transmedia project "Hinter uns das Land" (biographical novel + music), exploring themes of loss, family, and resilience in times of upheaval.

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I Remember the Long Summer Days" ist eine folk/noir-Ballade, die musikalisch Anklänge an die erzählerische Tiefe der 1940er-Jahre-Chansons und den rauen Charme des Dark Folk aufgreift. Das Lied entstand als Klangbild zu einer literarischen Szene: Ein letzter friedlicher Spaziergang über verschneite Felder, kurz vor der Flucht – ein Moment der Stille und Innigkeit zwischen Vater und Tochter, der Erinnerung und Abschied in sich trägt.
Die rauchige Bariton-Stimme, begleitet von fingergezupfter Gitarre, Cello und einem fernen Akkordeon, schafft eine Atmosphäre zwischen Melancholie und Trost. Inspiriert von der Stille vor dem Aufbruch, verbindet der Track die Wärme vergangener Sommertage mit der Kälte des Winters – und der Gewissheit, dass manche Orte bald nur noch Erinnerung sein werden.
Diese Aufnahme ist Teil des transmedialen Projekts "Hinter uns das Land" (biografischer Roman + Musik), das Geschichten von Verlust, Familie und Widerstand in einer Zeit des Umbruchs erzählt. 


lyrics:

The air is icy, and the sun hangs like a pale smudge in the sky. The snow-covered meadow lies silent and still beneath a gray veil. A light wind whistles through the bare branches of the ancient oaks, carrying the scent of frost and burnt wood.

Inge walks with her father across the meadow. His steps are strong and steady, but his face is shadowed by a heavy weight of sadness.
"Do you see the peat cut over there, Inge?" he asks, pointing with a slender finger to a dark gap in the white expanse. "That’s where we used to warm our feet."
Inge nods. She remembers the warm ash filling the air, the strong smell of burning peat, the heavy sacks they carried together. It was hard work, but it was also a time of togetherness and joy.

They continue through the deep snow of the forest. The trees stand like giant guardians around them, their branches laden with thick blankets of snow, appearing as silver ghosts in the faint light.

Inge feels the cold in her fingers. It is a bitter winter, but in her heart, a warm fire of memory burns.
"I remember the long summer days in the forest, Father," she says, looking into his eyes. "The happy picnics with the family, the little berries we picked, the long walks through the woods."
Her father smiles softly. "Yes, Inge," he says. "Those were beautiful times. But time moves on, Inge. And we must go with it."

They stand on a small hill. The view stretches far over the estate. The houses lie quiet in the snow. Smoke from the chimneys rises slowly into the cold air.
Inge feels a heavy lump in her throat. She knows this is her last walk across the estate. Soon, it will be only a memory.
"I will never forget you, Father," she says, her voice quiet and sad.
Her father puts his arm around her. "Nor will I ever forget you, Inge," he says, holding her close. "You are my little girl. And you will always remain in my heart.


I Remember the Long Summer Days  (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

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