Noch ein Track in der YouTube-Version. Manchmal wächst der Lärm mir über den Kopf. Manchmal ist Lärm ein Geräusch, manchmal Gedanken. Ihr wisst bescheid, viel Spaß.

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Another track in the YouTube verison. Sometimes noise is overwhelming for me. Sometimes noise means a sound, sometimes it's thoughts. You know about it, enjoy. 

Alles ist so laut - YouTube Version

We’re birds in a coal mine
we don’t get the facts
the air feels thin, 
they’re telling us just 
relax, I can’t relax

The Cardinals have gathered 
to pick out a Pope
to rein in some sinners 
to rain on some peoples’ hopes

Guess we’re on our own
We’re all alone

Black smoke, white smoke 
I don’t think I care 
there’s always something that’s smoldering
somewhere

The machines all broke down
with the planes in the air
now nobody knows what’s
going on up there

They’re on their own
They’re all alone 

Black smoke, white smoke I don’t think I care there’s always something left up in the air

Off in the distance 
There’s forests in flames
we put on our masks
and watch the sun fade away
 
Gods, birds and angels look down 
down through the mess
They don’t have a say but they
feel our unrest 

We’re on our own
We’re all alone

Black smoke white smoke I
don’t think I care
there’s always something on fire somewhere

Blues Run the Game (2001 Remaster)

Jackson C. Frank