Beautifully delicate melody and lyric. Haunting performance.

Now the Heart Citadel has fallen,
and the walls go: "We told you so",
tongue of famine and it's poison pollen,
in the Meat Locker the flowers grow,

You and I must part,

A lifetime now, and not a second to spend,
what to say when you deaden my end?
and the words won't wait,
till your high on the hate,
and you lose your race,

now they're teaching you that you were born wrong,
and you swallow that pill cause you wanna belong,
no girls or boys,
just wind up toys,
of a human plague,

lap dogs and their fearsome bark,
you and I must part,
I'm not blind I see the dark,
you and I must part,

it's a backwards world and we're tagging along,
cause we had two rights, now they're making a wrong,
will you lie in the lies,
where the darkness denies,
you your own senses?

trying to teach you now, that you were born right,
and to open your eyes, and to trust your own sight,
and to play your own part, by the beat of your heart,
it never lies,

I'm not a can of man,
I'm not a can of man,
I'm not a can of man,
except I am,
except I am,
trapped in tin, and I can't win,
a man in a can,
mechanically,
mechanically,
separated and degraded,
me and against me,

I love you,
don't no what you know,
I love you,
deep in my mechanically separated heart...

Meat Locker

JIM ANDERS _ Ware

Hey there with your never ending
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,
I can't help it, the signs your sending
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,

I've been a pew in the church,
a statue in the cemetery,
I'd leave it all in the lurch,
just to taste your symmetry,
and we could make a hymn or three,

hey there with the way you're making
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,
I'm off key and the world is aching,
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,

I've been a never-you-mind,
a steeple in the nether reaches,
I'd leave all far behind,
for a song called you and me,
caught here in your gravity,

LAAAH!!!!

as I walk on tippy toes,
through the place where nothing grows,
here I have to plant my seeds deep inside me,
I was pregnant with the world,
and every thunder bolt it hurled,
till your beauty crept inside where I hide me,
and now everything is wrong,
I'll never show you this song,

la,la,la,la,

hey there,
did you know that you're so la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la?
lapping dream of a bright tomorrow,
la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,la,
but I'm a prison you see,
and it's really quite contagious,
so I'll be leaving you be,
putting out this tremble fire,
and wishing you your heart's desire,

Z - Field

I wake up and I gotta get moving,
Eschatology's ensuing,
and I got some songs,
I've been doing for,

the answer to my teenage dreams,
but someone slit me up the seams,
and my candy coating's,
all over the floor,

oh no,
it's every little thing,
living life could bring,
so scry,
sigh,
stripped to my sound,
tower tumbling down,

I wake up and I gotta stay laying,
got some dreams that need replaying,
and I just can't seem,
 to face the day in this,

skin that's growing strange black fur,
and all I do is think of her,
but I'm just to shy,
to hit upon a Miss,

come what may,
how beautiful is the day,
come what might,
how beautiful is the night,
how beautiful is the night,

Eschatology

On the 13th bar...

Jake-Leg Lindy came to town,
they set him up and put him down,
he's stuck on the 13th bar,
on the 13th...

No one wants to turn him on,
they all just wish that he was gone,
he's stuck on the 13th bar,
on the 13th...

Wagging heads will play dead,
and question his mental health,
no one understands him,
least of all himself,

He's stuck,
on the 13th bar,
on the 13th...

Spank it for me then Jake-Leg,
you know how I like it,
low and lonesome,
the blues I love to sing,

That's it boy!

Jake-Leg please don't go too far,
you must stay within the 12th bar,
but he wouldn't listen,
he wouldn't listen,

In the city,
everywhere you can look the roads cross,
that guitar is all strung out,
to measure the coin toss,

He's stuck,
and the roads cross,
and the 13th bar,
and the roads cross,
and the roads cross...

Jake-Leg don't you cry,
here's your lullaby,
hang your pretty head,

I love you Jake-Leg!

Jake-Leg Lindy and the 13 Bar Blues

(This song is about the ape-brain. Our base animal instincts of aggrression and lust, personified as "the wrath-monkey". Will we give in or will we choose to conquer ourselves?)

The Wrath-Monkey,
early in the morning,
starts his grumble-song,
scorning, thorning, without any warning,
must not take too long,

For the Wrath Monkey must feed,
he's chewing on your happy thoughts,
do not let him breed,
conquer him with what you've got,

Wrath Monkey!

Blood emetic,
playful and pathetic,
the sadist goes to town,
and I do not want to hold the Wrath-Monkey,
do not want to hold him down,

Cause the Wrath Monkey must win,
growling loins that shape the shove,
will you smash that stink face in?
or conquer yourself with your love?

Wrath Monkey, you know you are,
Wrath Monkey...speak:
"WAAAARRGH! WAAAARRGH!! WAAARRGH!!!
oooh,hoooo!
WAAAARRGH! WAAAARRGH!! WAAARRGH!!!
oooh,hoooo!"

Wrath-Monkey!

Cause the Wrath Monkey must feed,
he's chewing on your happy thoughts,
do not let him breed,
conquer him with what you've got!

Wrath Monkey

A blue collar worker sees the girl of his dreams and sets about to find her. With a heavy beat and great use of drums and power chords singer Bob Dannewitz delivers the goods with a big vocal sound. Guitarist Hank Rusch not to be outdone, knocks out a scorching guitar solo with sensual tremolo bar bends which moan and scream.

Desiree

Oh Yeah!

Pain is the purpose I come from,
I have got to stand and overcome,
every diversion deludes,
in the Nightmare Latitudes,
suffering is the language of the God,
don't wanna hear,
don't wanna speak at all,

I'm learning the lesson,
I'm learning the lesson,

4 legs and I've,
bones buried in he dirt,
breaking my mirrors,
making sure it won't hurt,
hiding in the music,
hiding in the music,

And don't you beat my heart?
and I won't face my part,
couldn't we speak,
in a language of joy?
daze of the weak,
angles set to annoy,
now the walls are breathing,
now the walls are teething,
all closing in,
me and the language of God,
Karma not Sin.
Love is the endless laud,
suffering the language,
suffering the language,

and don't you give the gift?
and I'm the living rift,
sometimes I wish,
wish that he'd just shut up,
I've gotta drink,
drink from the empty cup,
suffering the language,
suffering the language,
I lay awake,
just me and my mental health
dreaming of ways,
to get revenge on myself,
odds are getting even,
cumming will be leaving,

to get revenge,
to get revenge,
to get revenge on God,

I will hurt myself,

revenge on God,
I will hurt myself,

I'll tear down this tiny temple,
cut it's skin and burn it's brain,
a drowning pool of perversion,
soaking in pleasure and pain,
a million drugs to null and numb me,
ignorance to dull and dumb me,
because it's your beauty,
that's hurting me most of all,

and the wind says: "blow",

revenge on God,
it's the only way,
revenge on God,
revenge on myself,

I'll spend the rest of my life,
planting seeds in the wasteland,
I'll strive for peace in the strife,
and do everything I can,
there's nothing could be placed above you,
now I know, I'll always love you,
maybe you could even help me,
help me now to love myself,

revenge on God,

To Get Revenge On God ( I will hurt myself)

JIM ANDERS _Zwanni

JIM ANDERS _Bombe

signs                         

Passenger

Miss Notafraid sind: Andrea Lehmkuhl
Mike Sauer (Mitbegründer der Berliner Dark Wave Band "Neun Tage")
Check out our video for "wake up"
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=CgGmzwTqTzc

also Check out pur Video for „cut up“ 
https://youtu.be/0pZYKeTzKOY

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Miss Notafraid

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