Getting drunk at the back of the car
radio, weeping guitars 
You say stop don’t even know how to start 
I’m tongue tied my mind is falling apart 

Were you there at the party today?
am I wrong, did I not see your face? 
if it’s real or fake I really can’t tell 
now I’m drunk and I’m wishing I were  

Making love making love making love making love making love 
making love making love making love making love making love 

sometimes I don’t even know if I’m fine
there are times I barely think with my mind
can’t recall if I am music or time 
I see you and then I come alive 

Making love making love making love making love making love 
making love making love making love making love making love 

There is god, rum, dirt and fate 
the good, the bad, the yesterday 
the distortion in my guitar and my last name 
but for none of this I care I just wish that I were)

Making love making love making love making love making love with you
making love making love making love making love making love with you

Single

God, Rum, Dirt and Fate

There is a place
Where I can be,  
I can be me,
In immensity.

There's a place
Above anything,
Above everything,
In propensity.

There’s a place
Where I live in every day,
Where I can feel no pain,
Everything’s gone away.

Not thinking not to think,
Not knowing the unknown,
Not caring what it’s worth.

There's a place 
Where I can always go,
Where there is no yes or no,
There’s no concept of thought.

There's a place
Where I let myself free,
There is no destiny,
Not one conspiracy.

Not thinking not to think,
Not knowing the unknown,
Not caring what it’s worth.

Not thinking not to think,
Not knowing the unknown,
Not caring what it’s worth.





There's a place
Where I exist,
And is the only thing I long for,
The only thing I know,


It's music
It's music
It's music
What’s music
It's music
It's music
It's music

There's A Place

Do I see the sky I do but nothing moves
Do you see something we got nothing to lose
To wait again, another day

There are no sweets today I guess we’ll have to wait
To wait another day the sky’s losing its shape
Its getting sad, im getting sad

Uncle wiggly wings is not coming today
Where is the love, am I supposed to pray
It has been bad, is praying the answer of our fall?
There is no place to be
(There is no food to eat)
Where is my home? Where are my eyes?
(Am I supposed to enjoy the fall?)

Well it all could have changed if he had come today
Then I guess that I would have to guess, that he will come, sooner or later he will come

And another day another sky he’ll come
Another day another time he’ll show
And we’ll be glad and he’ll be showing love
I guess that’s love, I guess its love

Uncle wiggly wings I hope and pray for you
A lonely child, a lonely piece of truth
I am what’s left between the bullets and the bombs
But I am love, I still am love

Berlin Candy Bomber

The jade slips 
into her face 
and i let myself dye 
in green light
night light
who would say
a beam that paints a cross.
Green confuses himself
he pretends to be blue
she rises and he sinks
he says the ocean tricks him still.
Color of life
color in my soul 
language is colorful 
but wants to go. 
She wakes differently 
and ruthless 
and in german she chants, 

Grün heißt bunt,
Grün ist grau,
Grün mag Kunst,
Grün ist blau, 
Grün heißt bunt,
Grün ist grau,
Grün mag Kunst,
Grün ist ist blau. 

Stops. 

The beam is cut
she blinks 
I come back to world
she is here.

Joes

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