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a new season
04:01
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i watch parking lots become alive
as they’re announcing a new season
shopping malls in artificial white
another early winter christmas sale
and papers are writing about an election
cases where politics have fairly failed unnoticed
and on the tramway- t-shirts that say seize the day and please spend a smile for me
in between doorways sounds of mobile phones compete with our short hellos
i find you reading, headphones in your ears
silently wondering about circumstances that once brought you here to stay
on the tramway- discussions about nursing homes and taxes going up each year
in between doorways sounds of mobile phones compete with some short
"hello, it’s been quite a while. did you watch the soccer game? yeah, i know the papers lie. but i’m ok."
yes i am ok
and as the day awaits the night, i’m glad i made it through another day
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rooftops
03:30
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the city is different now
or is it me getting older
people appear to have changed a lot
or is it me getting colder
rooftops in the evening sun
we meet to shake hands
rooftops reflecting light in the rain
(until we meet again)
the smoke has cleared a bit
and i pretend that i’m wiser
if i keep doing that long enough
i can pretend that i like it
rooftops in the evening sun
we meet to shake hands
rooftops reflecting light in the rain
(until we meet again)
i look up and hope to find a new star on the horizon
light reflected long ago
no single day without new affections and surprises
telling me i’m home
rooftops- we meet to shake hands
rooftops reflecting light in the rain
the city is different now
or is it me getting older
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3. |
satellite
03:14
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like clouds over mountains
isolated and cold
reflections on the water like sparkles in the night
i smiled and said hello
transmitting receiving
just like a satellite off the track
you desperately smiled back
trends die out and new ones follow
as all these zines look for the face that will define the new tomorrow
sell out feed the flames
knee-deep in the water
a stranger in this town
you smiled and waved goodbye
as the clock kept ticking we continued to speed up
and you’d become
another satellite lost in space
a satellite drifting away
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4. |
our faces on a postcard
04:17
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grass moves in the wind on abandoned streets
an old mailbox lies deserted
marked letters in lifestyle magazines
and an empty space where dust shows your passport’s missing
down the street on days that miss daylight
bus stop signs say go
promises made awake in some cold night
wishes written into snow
family portraits in this almost empty house
of never returned phone calls
these endless call back lists say we hardly communicate
and if we do it happens way too loud
now full calendars refuse to listen to further resolutions
down the street on days that miss daylight
bus stop signs say go
promises made awake in some cold night
wishes written into snow
light throws shapes and colors on my wall
in some kaleidoscope effect
in front of me my coffee’s turning cold
thirty seconds to decide
a million ways to live our lives
dust covers license plates nailed to my wall and books of fallen rock stars
I wonder how you are and start to draw our faces on a postcard
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5. |
a city worth living in
03:57
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a shivering hand ’round a tea cup begging for money
a mayor supports a law to put people away
the noise of the wind playing with some old papers
and empty beer cans someone has thrown away
and at the clock the numbers are changing and so are the faces filling the streets each day
not far from here trains are leaving for train stations somewhere
a part of us remains back
breathe in some life and the smell of wet spray paint
affected by some old photos i’ve found
i tried to fool time
but time it seems is fooling me after all
as i grew up i kept questioning it all like when i was a boy
the numbers are changing and so are the faces filling the streets each day
not far from here trains are leaving for train stations somewhere
a part of us remains back
i watch their parades on the streets and the places
i watch them with interest each day
i watched their parades as i’d walk along with them
to help make this city a place worth living in
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6. |
anniston
04:16
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here’s the final call
warning signs on abandoned walls
pictures on tv leave me numb
as the west corner dies
dead men walking on abandoned streets
rust on a building where someone’s brother died
not far from the plant in cold light
someone speaks a prayer in the middle of the night
hidden in boxes papers are turning grey
as elsewhere workers are coming home in anniston
dead men walking down abandoned streets
cold eyes remembering the day someone’s father died
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Chris Magerl Graz, Austria
after playing in bands like sick of silence and once tasted life and touring with them through europe and canada for a few
years chris magerl decided to start a solo project and to release a debut record in 2008.
if though chris magerl can be described as an acoustic artist one can still hear his punk und hardcore influence in his music.
albums:
a new season (2008)
places (2014)
... more
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