1. |
Straight To Words
02:25
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my mind turns straight to words
do i love words more than thoughts?
will i follow the thoughts that i have heard
about the words that i once used to swallow
when i stop to to think my mind turns straight to words
i used to swallow words spoken out never heard
i turn away from myself
too scared to face the truth
my mind turns straight to words
words can be wrong if thoughts may be right
keep to myself what i'm feeling inside
screaming silent
silence is golden
a shut mouth catches no flies
like dust i rise, like bricks i fall
pretend to be as wise
when i stop to to think my mind turns straight to words
i used to swallow words spoken out never heard
i turn away from myself
too scared to face the truth
my mind turns straight to words
words can be wrong if thoughts may be right
keep to myself what i'm feeling inside
screaming silent
silence is golden
a shut mouth catches no flies
my mind turns straight to words
do i love words more than thoughts?
will i follow the thoughts that i have heard
about the words that i once used to swallow
like dust i rise, like bricks i fall
pretend to be as wise
when i stop to to think my mind turns straight to words
i used to swallow words spoken out never heard
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2. |
Time Machine
02:26
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as time goes by i'm aging and changing on the outside
but i'm staying the same on the inside
i try to find comfort in my mind
and don't forget to remember the things you used to do
when i'm trying to change the point of view
as i grow older i change my point of view
there's no escape
no path to get away
caught and trapped in the own body
there's no escape
no path to get away
caught and trapped in the own body
and don't forget to remember the things you used to do
when i'm trying to change the point of view
as i grow older i change my point of view
as time goes by i'm aging and changing on the outside
but i'm staying the same on the inside
i try to find comfort in my mind
and don't forget to remember the things you used to do
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3. |
Our Own Praises
03:21
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memories we have and the faded
pretending to be someone you are not is a waste
of the person you actually are
we are who we choose to be
rather than be complemented (for what we are not)
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
we are who we choose to be
rather than be complemented
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
rather than be complemented for what we are not
we are who we choose to be
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
memories we have and the faded
of the person you actually are
memories we had and those we'll get
will never last until we forget
maybe yesterday is dead
tomorrow hasn't arrived yet
we are who we choose to be
rather than be complemented (for what we are not)
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
we are who we choose to be
rather than be complemented
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
memories we have and the faded
pretending to be someone you are not is a waste
memories we have and the faded
of the person you actually are
memories we have and the faded
pretending to be someone you are not is a waste
memories we have and the faded
of the person you actually are
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
rather than be complemented for what we are not
we are who we choose to be
we'd rather be hated for singing our own praises
we are who we choose to be
memories we had and those we'll get
will never last until we forget
memories we had and those we'll get
will never last until we forget
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4. |
So Long
02:41
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when you feel like giving up
remember why you held on for so long
for so long in the first place
find what you are really looking for
have you ever wondered
sometimes people put up walls
not to keep others out
but to see who cares enough to break them down
in times of conformity
in times of despair
in times of drifting
and going nowhere
when it comes to drifting all over the place
it's about blame shifting
strike some different ways
when it comes to drifting all over the place
it's about blame shifting
hike some different ways
when you feel like giving up
remember why you held on for so long
for so long in the first place
find what you are really looking for
have you ever wondered
sometimes people put up walls
not to keep others out
but to see who cares enough to break them down
in times of conformity
in times of despair
in times of drifting
and going nowhere
when it comes to drifting all over the place
it's about blame shifting
strike some different ways
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5. |
Northern Hemisphere Boys
03:30
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i need to get things done
it's raining and it's cold outside the house
time to pack my bag
in these four walls i'm trying to get out
so here i am now in my prime
and it is not for the very first time
so here i am now on my own
i'm on my way and it feels like home
so here i am now in my prime
and it's not for the very first time
so here i am now on my own
i'm on my way and it feels like home
when my legs are walking
in my head i'm talking - to myself
i need to get things done
it's raining and it's cold outside the house
time to pack my bag
in these four walls i'm trying to get out
so here i am now in my prime
and it is not for the very first time
so here i am now on my own
i'm on my way and it feels like home
so here i am now in my prime
and it's not for the very first time
so here i am now on my own
i'm on my way and it feels like home
when my legs are walking
in my head i'm talking - to myself
so here i am now in my prime
and it is not for the very first time
so here i am now on my own
i'm on my way and it feels like home
i need to get up and try
my life passes by
it's just about time
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6. |
In Best Order
02:09
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don't convict me cause i'm gone
doing things in best order
don't convince me cause i'm gone
look for me around the corner
don't hesitate to take the progress
every now and then i notice
with open mind i shout out loud
but no words will come out right now
with closed eyes i try to think about the order of the steps i take
don't convince me cause i'm gone
look for me around the corner
rely on me when you're not strong
sequences out of order
with open mind i shout out loud
but no words will come out right now
with closed eyes i try to think about the order of the steps i take
don't convince me cause i'm gone
look for me around the corner
with open mind i shout out loud
but no words will come out right now
rely on me when you're not strong
sequences out of order
as soon as we take on more steps
we will see the end of process
with open mind i shout out loud
but no words will come out right now
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7. |
Modern Slavery
03:25
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our behaviour feeds modern slavery
our decisions are justified
and influenced by others
it's not that we can't identify
you can tell it by the price you pay
no one bites the hand that feeds
we are swayed by fucking lies about
what we want and what we need
we can't wash the blood off our hands
modern slavery - created by those
who try to sell what we don't really need
the unnecessary of necessity
we can't wash the blood off our hands
modern slavery - created by those
who try to sell what we don't really need
the unnecessary of necessity
our decisions are justified
and influenced by others
it's not that we can't identify
we are swayed by fucking lies about
what to think and what to buy
it's not unnecessary our decisions to justify
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8. |
Sheets Of Sound
03:29
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all my dreams fade when i wake up covered up in sheets of sound
and here's another try to speak out loud
without to suffer from my throat
so i recover
all my friends have left when i wake up covered
up in sheets of smoke and there's another
way to get out of where we used to be at each other's throats
from where we used to stay
from what we once believed
recover from what we used to know
suffer from what we have been conveyed
yesterday i found myself in a place i'd rather be alone
from yesterday
yesterday when i was found in a place called home
i'd rather be alone
i'm miles away
all my dreams fade when i wake up covered up in sheets of sound
and here's another try to speak out loud
without to suffer from my throat
so i recover
recover from
we used to stand
suffer from the words we once believed in
recover from
we used to know
suffer from what we have been conveyed
yesterday i found myself in a place i'd rather be alone
flesh, blood and bone
i'm miles away
from yesterday when i was found in a place called home
i'd rather be alone
i'm miles away
recover from
we used to stand
suffer from the words we once believed in
recover from
we used to know
suffer from what we have been conveyed
so i recover from yesterday
so let's take cover
and recover from our hearts that are stones in disguise
so let's take cover
and recover from being at each others throats
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i want but can't live my life again
it's not that hard to understand
give me an inch and i'll take an ell
won't let myself be carried away
everytime i turn around it rings a bell
why dwell in the past?
i keep my watch some minutes fast
to be at least one step ahead
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10. |
Material Possesion
01:40
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may i have your attention please?
there's nothing here for sale
what's mine is yours
what's yours is mine
i have everything i want
have everything i need
i'm not asking for possession or for property
all the things you recently lost
all the things you recently got
attracted to material possession
material possession
i have everything i want
have everything i need
i'm not asking for possession or for property
what you own is not what you present
if this all was right
i would feel just fine
but i never cared too much for my property
if this all was wrong
i'd leave it all undone
just to realize
everything will turn out nice
may i have your attention please?
there's nothing here for sale
what's mine is yours
what's yours is mine
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11. |
These Days
04:37
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no matter where we take root
we will find a way to accept the truth
where ever i will be
i wonder how this all could ever make sense to me
we have been used to spend our time
looking for success, to make it right
these days are well and gone my friend
these days we're not trying to fit in anymore
until we can reflect
on where we have met
these days we're trying to fit in
looking for a chance to make amends
in the first place
on a second look
it's the last time i care for a centerfold
no matter where we take root
we will find a way to accept the truth
where ever i will be
i wonder how this all could ever make sense to me
i wont feel the crumbling ground anymore
i will hold my ground
these days we're not trying to fit in anymore
until we can reflect
on where we have met
no matter where we take root
we will find a way to accept the truth
where ever i will be
i wonder how this all could ever make sense to me
we have been used to spend our time
looking for success, to make it right
these days are well and gone my friend
i wont feel the crumbling ground anymore
i will hold my ground
we have been used to spend our time
looking for success, to make it right
no matter where we take root
we will find a way to accept the truth
where ever i will be
i wonder how this all could ever make sense to me
these days are well and gone my friend
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12. |
First Believer
03:47
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i'm tired of running from anything before
i stand my ground, do what i think is right
the odds of winning are slim far and small
you can call me stupid
you can call me brave
taking the line of the least resistance
makes all rivers and some men crooked
leave the tracks that lead you nowhere
the journey is the reward
cause you are the first believer on your own
this was always on your mind and it always will be
the one thing to rely on when you're on your own
cause it's always by your side and it always will
we're out here chasing butterflies
not sure about what we do is right
we end up watching waterfalls
not sure about what is right
we think in a differnt dimension
this is just another expression
of our own philosophy
we're not trying to please
we're not a part of it!
i'm tired of running from anything before
i stand my ground, do what i think is right
the odds of winning are slim far and small
you can call me stupid
you can call me brave
taking the line of the least resistance
makes all rivers and some men crooked
leave the tracks that lead you nowhere
the journey is the reward
cause you are the first believer on your own
this was always on your mind and it always will
be the one thing to rely on when you're on your own
cause it's always by your side and it always will
we're out here chasing butterflies
not sure about what we do is right
we end up watching waterfalls
not sure about what is right
we think in a differnt dimension
this is just another expression
of our own philosophy
we're not trying to please
we're not a part of it!
cause you are the first believer on your own
this was always on your mind
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Ken Sent Me HE, Germany
Ken Sent Me was founded in 1996 by Jo, Tim, Christian, Sebastian and Fabian. After a few years of jamming, hanging around and recording some songs Ken Sent Me split up. Almost 20 years later Tim and Fab revived the band by starting to record some of the old KSM songs. Their friendship and love for fast music make them meet from time to time to record some songs. ... more
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