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Fog Beneath Your Feet

[Verse 1]
You left your coat on the chair
Keys still hang, but you're not there
Your name's still in my phone
But I don’t pick up when I'm alone

You were smoke in my chest
Now you're just a little less
I used to wait for your sound
Now I don't look around

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the cracks of the kitchen floor
You don’t live here anymore
No more steps on the second stair
No more shirt that you used to wear
No more waiting like before
You don’t live here anymore

[Verse 2]
Your cup’s still in the sink
But I don’t stop to think
You were fire in disguise
Now just ashes in my eyes

I don’t rewind your voice
I’ve learned I have a choice
You were thunder in my room
Now I sleep right through

[Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in my bed, not at my door
Not in the dust, not in the drawer
You don’t live here anymore
No more notes on the bathroom glass
No more hoping that you'd come back
I don’t knock like I did before
You don’t live here anymore

[Bridge]
Ooh, I changed the locks
Ooh, I lost the map
Ooh, you were just a ghost
I finally let collapse

[Final Chorus]
You don’t live here anymore
Not in the light, not in the war
Not in my dreams like before
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here anymore
You don’t live here…

You don't live here anymore

„Berlin“ fängt die Nächte einer Stadt ein, die nie zur Ruhe kommt. Doch hinter den Bildern von Asphalt, Regen und Neon liegt eine andere Geschichte – die Erinnerung an jemanden, der in all dem Lärm nicht verschwindet.

“Berlin” captures the nights of a city that never sleeps. Yet beneath the images of asphalt, rain, and neon lies another story – the memory of someone who lingers, even when everything else fades into noise.

Berlin

Der Asphalt dampft, noch warm vom Tag
Ein Taxi stottert, der Beifahrer klagt
Die Ampeln blinken ohne Sinn
Und ich mittendrin
Mittendrin

Berlin
Du alte müde Braut
Dein Kleid ist grau
Dein Herz zu laut

Ein Graffiti flüstert „Bleib noch hier“
Und wie immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Mädchen schreit ins Telefon
„Wo bleibst du Alter? Ich warte schon!“

Der Mond funkelt silbern und voll
Ein Penner meint: „Ick find dit toll“
Die Sterne schaun runter, auf all den Dreck
Zwei Polizisten sehen weg
Sehen einfach weg

Ein Raver stolpert, lacht und fällt
Und ich denk nur „So is die Welt“

Berlin
Du schräge alte Stadt
Dein Atem kalt
Ich hab dich satt

Ziemlich einsam, morgens um vier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Die Laterne flackert wie mein Kopf
Ne Katze jagt im Hinterhof
Die Nacht tropft langsam, schwarz und schwer
Und ich will´s nicht mehr
Ich will nicht mehr

Der Club spuckt Menschen aus wie Müll
Die Stadt bleibt durstig, niemals still
Der Regen spült die Farben fort
Mir fehlt dein Lachen
Nur ein Wort…

Berlin
Du abgefuckter Clown
Dein Lachen hohl
Dein Make-up braun

Im Späti noch ein letztes Bier
Und immer träum ich nur von dir

Ein Junge klaut am Tresen ein Mars
Und ich starr in mein Glas
Starr in mein Glas…


Berlin

Résumé de l’album Les Lois de la Nature
Un album libertin en 13 chansons qui retrace, pas à pas, le cheminement de la pensée libre à travers les philosophes, les salons secrets, la critique des lois, la célébration des plaisirs, jusqu’à l’hymne final à la nature. De Cyrano à Épicure, de Montaigne aux libres penseurs, chaque chanson dévoile une étape : le doute, la provocation, la sensualité, l’égalité, la révolte contre les dogmes, pour finir dans la lumière d’une liberté universelle. Une fresque moderne, élégante et chaloupée, dans l’esprit des bars feutrés et de l’Art Déco, où la philosophie et le désir s’unissent en musique.

13. Le dernier toast

The Lessons in the Yard
(c) J. Murdock McInnes Vasey

[intro]

The boys ran to the yard
They had their bags of marbles
They knew the game was hard
They had a trick to try

Some sharper than the others
They had their spots marked out
They stacked marbles at one end
Come and get them they would shout

Roll your marbles if you got 'em
If you hit them you can keep them
If not you lose the bet
And go home with your regrets

[chorus]
I never listened 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser 
But I learned to loose and smile

[01:58][instrumental]

This was a game for suckers
And I was one of them
The marbles cost me money
All that I had to spend

I alway lost more than I won
I don't think that it was fun
We were trying to be tough
To show we were a man

My dad he called me "boy"
He rarely called me son
He'd say "boy, you're going to loose"
"It is time for you to choose"
"You cannot be the roller"
"No one is your friend"
"The only way to get ahead"
"You gotta own the game"

[chorus]
I never listened, 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser 
But I learned to loose and smile

[04:24][instrumental]

My dad he called me "boy"
He rarely called me son
He'd say "boy, you're going to loose"
"It is time for you to choose"
"You cannot be the roller"
"No one is your friend"
"The only way to get ahead"
"You gotta own the game"

[chorus]
I never listened 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser 
But I learned to loose and smile

[instrumental]

I never listened 
I never had a pyle
I always was the loser 
But I learned to loose and smile

[instrumental]

[outro]


Thursday 25 - Lessons in the Yard

I write the lyrics; Mr. Alfonso Suno composes the music.  Working with the lovely Ms. Ai Ongaku, they create the arrangements.  Ms. Ongaku and her crowd are responsible for the performances.  My part in creating these tracks is very small. Nonetheless, I am to blame.  Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa.

Thursday 25 - Lessons in the Yard

I and Ai

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