Fuming ("Over" version)

Fuming

Terre sous tension

Conseil de guerre

Dream State

This is a song about asking for help.

Verse 1:
One day they finally told me it'd be good for me
To come here and talk to you
I didn’t take offence at all, i thought it was a joke
Cus that’s the sort of thing my friends might do
They said there was no guarantee
But it might somehow be good for me
I didn’t understand and still don’t see
The point of this and what the hell am I supposed to do

Chorus:
Cuz I, I don't talk about it much
I’m not sure that I should
I’ve managed all these years
I’ve done the best I could
I don’t talk about it much
I don’t remember talking ever doing me a whole lot of good

Verse 2:
You should know - there are things I won’t discuss
Things that I just don’t want to show
There are things I keep inside
Some things that make sense to hide
I survived them all and never cried
So there are probably things I’ll never let you know

Chorus:
Cuz I, I don't talk about it much
I’m not sure that i should
I’ve managed all these years
I’ve done the best I could
I don’t talk about it much
I don’t remember talking ever doing me a whole lot of good

Bridge:
This is scarier than I’ll admit - I’d never let that show
I was always hanging by a thread - but no one needed to know
Lately things have gotten worse - maybe more than I can take
But even so I worry that this could be a big mistake

Verse 3:
Somehow I’ve managed to get myself here
But now I guess I crossed some sort of line
But I’m terrified I’ll get it wrong
Cuz I pretty sure that I don’t belong
I’m just pretending that I’m strong
And I really hope I won’t be wasting both our time

Chorus 2:
I, I don't talk about it much
At least not ‘til today
But now I’m going to take a chance
And see if I can find something to say
I, I don't talk about it much
At least not ‘til today
But now I’m going to take a chance
And see if I can't find something to say

I Don't Talk About it Much

I Don't Talk About It Much

This remastered album is the musical journey accompanying the harrowing events of Book 3 of "Hinter uns das Land" ("Behind Us The Land"), a poignant novel by Frank Talmon l'Armée. As the war closes in, the Feyerabend family, along with countless others, is forced to make the heart-wrenching decision to flee their beloved home in East Prussia. This collection of 16 tracks captures the emotional turmoil and the perilous journey that unfolds, painting a vivid sonic picture of a family caught in the midst of historical upheaval.

Book 3 plunges the listener into the chaos and fear of the final days of the war in East Prussia. The once-familiar streets of Danzig (now Gdańsk) become a haunting labyrinth of desperation and uncertainty as Inge and her family navigate the treacherous path to the harbor. The music reflects the growing tension, the ever-present threat, and the agonizing choices forced upon those seeking refuge. You will sense in the music the desperation of many refugees, but also their determination to survive.

The journey culminates in the boarding of the "Lappland," a vessel overflowing with refugees, all carrying their own stories of loss and hope. As the ship embarks across the vast and unforgiving Baltic Sea, the music evokes the vastness of the ocean, the precariousness of their situation, and the uncertain future that awaits them. You can hear in the sounds the inner turmoil of the characters: the children who do not yet fully comprehend what is happening and the adults who try to hold on to hope in the face of unimaginable fear.

From haunting melodies that echo the emptiness of a lost home to surging orchestrations that mirror the turbulent sea, this soundtrack captures the full spectrum of human emotion in times of war. Moments of quiet reflection are interspersed with powerful, driving rhythms, reflecting the resilience and determination of those who refuse to give up hope, although they know their lives will never be the same.

This musical collection offers a unique and immersive experience, drawing the listener deeper into the world of "Hinter uns das Land." It's a testament to the enduring power of family, the unwavering human spirit, and the search for peace amidst the ravages of war.

Lappland (From the Original Novel Soundtrack)

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NeurosYs

The Alchemist

A lovely May.
You peaked too soon, my summer child.
Alive? 
Just trying to get by.
With a smile inside my eyes.
Ignore the scars.
Acting hard.

You're on a beach.
A weever fish/your feet.
You try to eat a peach.
But those things are bloody hard.
You can't look upon the stars in summertime.
Don't ask why.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen what I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

Another day.
You'll want for nothing summer child.
Arrived.
At always the right time.
You didn't recognise it was your salad days.
Within the haze.

You're out of reach.
You can not hear my speech.
You've nothing left to teach.
Condescending meek.
You wouldn't wait another week.
To run away.
Run away.

Not part of a team.
Living in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways..
Swept me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
There's no escape.

Singing in the rain.
From heaven to the drain.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the scene.
I've been in a dream.
I've let people down in many ways.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped in the machine.
I can't escape.

I've been on the wane.
I've been home again.
Nobody'll listen when I say.
Sweep me off my feet.
Trapped by the machine.
I can't escape.
There's no way.



Summer Child

BABY DOLL

Unresponnsive

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