A very merry unbirthday to you!

We must adhere to our nocturnal thoughts
At least we admit the things we did not today
I’m pleased with just thinking involuntarily 

We all have a bad sleep every now and then
Will you take care of it?
Won’t you benefit?
Things that slipped our attention, once more we tend to obliviate 

We play we are even, even if we know we are not
The bolder the words, an inscrutable flirt, the colder you are
Somebody’s still missing, although we know everybody is here

A scenery in parallel with normality
The hidden track melody turns the message upside down
The accessible infinity makes us…

Feel noxious about it
Feel small at this instant
Search comrades to share our mistakes
Search comrades to share our mistakes

There’s more life in a living than my friends make me believe
More odd to achieve, a silly attempt to retreat
The battery hen lays an egg every day and doesn’t wonder (about) who takes them away

We will not trust with general absolution in the unfinished man
Who bawls as loud as he can
The loudhailer heals himself of a tinnitus he’s hardly able to identify 

The ingrowing flower looms from the basement to the tower
Roots as strong as a rope, you’re only as old as you’re told
Birthday songs to a carnivorous plant make us…

Feel noxious about it
Feel small at this instant
Search comrades to share our mistakes
Search comrades to share our mistakes

We fear the unclarity, but monsters are better chased off if you do not know them
Knowledge is power and it wields power over yourself if you are heedless of learning

Birthday Songs

dedicated to Domenico Billari and my grandmother Elisa

A Bright Polaroid is clicking less and less
My hands are cold – too cold to seize
The pond is freezing over my pupils

I’m focused on simple processes
My engine smokes from underhood
It’s going to be our last time on earth
Walking on the moon but on earth
Walking on the moon but on earth


Walking on the Moon (but on Earth)

This song is officially dedicated to the Down the Rabbit Hole Festival de Flevopolder.

www.moesanthill.com - the new band of Moe der Barde

Down the Rabbit Hole

Listen To Me

Shortest Song in the history of Moes Anthill.

2012 Ornaments

Princess

One look into your foreign mirror
And I will lose my face, lose my face in yours

One time has come to decide who’s gonna be here
And I will take your time, take your time instead of mine

One step on this holy carpet
Will take you years to get back home 
But speak the word only, speak the word only and my soul shall be healed!

One hole to fall into
Shall not stand for your salvation
On this occasion I’ll be gone, I’ll be gone...

.. Long before you!

For one thing you need another,
For another thing you need the one thing, the one thing
To tell something, at least something
That separates you from each other

One face winning the battle
Your faith, your pride and reputation at the border station
Losing the war, losing the war

One foot after another
This journey will take you longer, makes one stronger than before
Before you be the stranger!

Be one or be two
Try not to be true between the two
Another you, another you...

.. There’s another you


Look Into A Foreign Mirror (RadioEdit)

Hey-yoh why don’t you slow down?
Hey-yoh why don’t you slow down?
Turn it off! Turn it off for me

Hey-yoh why don’t you sit down?
Hey-yoh why don’t you sit down?
Turn it off! Turn it off for me

Hey-yoh why don’t you believe?
Hey-yoh why don’t you believe?
Turn it on! Turn it on for me

Hey-yoh why don’t you perceive?
Hey-yoh why don’t you perceive?
what is there? what is there …?

To snap like a Venus flytrap you just open your mouth once more
To see through the eye of a needle my friend who’s waiting on you

I’ll be wearing your boots, sprouting the shoots in the meantime if you will
I’ll be collecting the coins, covering bad loans and I’m open to the world.



Turn It On

Official Release November 5 Moods Zürich!

Lyrics:
What do you want me to say?
Is there an outlandish theory in your way?
Recycling Birds in midmay
Then what do you need me for?
Your mind is made up and you still ache for more?
Eternal question mark is a bore!
I’m gonna make a plan, then give it up
We flow in a here and now machinery
We flow in a here and now machinery, for free

Tomorrow is now 
what’s yesterday? 
You gotta believe in what you pay
Recycling birds in midmay

You can’t look back 
Can’t look ahead
I hardly remember what I just said
The spoken word makes me mad
I’m gonna make my move 
live bulletproof
We flow in a here and now machinery
We flow in a here and now machinery

It feels like joining our hands 
let bird feet make friends 
Recycling Birds in midmay
Recycling Birds in midmay

Please come to a point
I can’t even walk straight up to your place with a dinner tray
Recycling Birds in midmay

I hold my seat (with) standing on it
A hiding place my second face
Is used to store compost vegetables and flower seeds
We’re the bottom of the food chain

I can’t complain
We’re on our way
The master plan is slowly fading away
The master plan is slowly fading away
It feels like joining our hands 
let bird feet make friends 
Recycling Birds in midmay

Recycling Birds in midmay

Recycling Birds

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Recycling Birds (Bandura Remix)

I walk daydreaming, my eyes drifting, I mumble:
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green

Let the psycho smoke
It’s the only hope left
Let the psycho smoke
Be a part of a practical joke

At the end of a fag shines a sanctuary light, endless behind time
It’s a cowboys life but you there’s no cattle to feed, no cows and no calf

I walk daydreaming, my eyes drifting, I mumble:
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green

Let the psycho smoke
So he can concentrate on what he’s after
Life is pretty hard enough to keep up with charm and blind man’s bluff

So if severe illness’s gone
You won’t be standing all alone
With a smoke in your hand and your chance to have 4 numbres

I walk daydreaming, my eyes drifting, I mumble:
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green
I am my only pal who sees the amber light in green







Let the Psycho Smoke

Der Urner Songwriter Mario Moe Schelbert gewährt uns einen einmaligen Einblick in sein vielseitiges Klanguniversum und lässt uns in die Ballonkörbe steigen. Unser Blick verfolgt dabei das Verlorengeglaubte, das Ungemütliche sowie das Unglaubliche und verwischt die düsteren Spuren zwischen Schein und Sein. 
Moes Anthill schreibt mit ihrem kommenden „Quitter" (Herbst 2018) ein neues Kapitel von Songwriting zwischen Neo-Folk und Americana. Ein versuchter Rückschritt und Bruch zur hiesigen Tradition – das fühlt sich an wie ein Meteorschauer aus dem Nichts. Moe erkennt den Mainstream als neue Weltreligion und erkürt den Versager (Quitter) zum Sieger der Zukunft.
Die fünfköpfige Band fliegt mit grosser musikalischer Wucht und feinakustischen Arrangements dahin und bietet viel Raum für Experimente und Stories rund um Moe‘s Banjo- & Gitarrenklänge. Stets mitten drin: verschrobene Projektionen. In einer Zeit von Disorientierung und Überforderung lauten Moes Anthill‘s eigener Slogan: Everyone gets a balloon. Farewell, see you soon!

Moes Anthill

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