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I remember decembers with snow and with ice
there’s a summit in paris where they’re rolling the dice
there’s a lot to discuss and some things we must ban
let’s see if we can
the prices went up and expectations went down
disappointment turned to hate in every village and town
we were taught to obey but not how to feel
what a dirty deal
and I’m here complaining but I’m not offering clues
I’m just pointing fingers but you can point at me too
I guess in some way we’re all part oft he game
we’re all the same
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sketches of the city
03:10
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is the sky bluer for me ´cause i was born a free man
I could get a job or education while they were born in poverty
and I draw sketches of this city, of new shops and today’s special offers
next to sleeping bags and paper in the corner on the street
then I greet hangover faces by the statue oft he fountain
and I wonder what color’s the sky they see
do we reach fort he same stars
down south they’re building a new fence
now it‘s machines building our new cars
we used to build them with our hands
and I draw sketches of this city, of new shops and today’s special offers
next to sleeping bags and paper in the corner on the street
then I greet hangover faces by the statue oft he fountain
and I wonder what dreams they’re trying to achieve
´cause everyday these buildings change
in daily fights we have to face our fears
as fragments of our lives get rearranged
i wonder will you stay or will you get your ticket out of here
i draw sketches of this city
of places I know and people I care about
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jane doe's lullaby
04:04
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she seems skinnier everytime that I see her
he has his first glass of beer in the morning
her applications remain patient on some desk
he hasn’t figured out a reason to quit
then the sun comes up
and the streets get crowded
a new day brings hope
and the goal to make it this time
he lost his salary and the house to gambling
and his family doesn’t know yet
but it’s just too hard to ignore these welcoming lights
to turn around and to walk past these doors
then the sun comes up
and the streets get crowded
a new day brings hope
and the goal to make it this time
every night she goes to bed hungry
every day he’s afraid to die alone
in these tall concrete buildings some struggle
to find a reason to go on
then the sun comes up
and the streets get crowded
a new day brings hope
and the goal to make it this time
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I remember a day last winter
there was snow falling down
slowly covering tire tracks
someone’s car left as this someone left this down
there were shadows behind the window
I caught them briefly as light hit the glass
over there someone just kissed his family good night
then lights were turned off, doors and windows were locked
around the corner in some shop window
there were tvs showing the news
about lottery winners and a crisis somewhere
and the snow crunched under my shoes
I put my hat on and I went faster
my hair was wet from the snow and I felt cold
I feld glad I had a home that I could go to
unlike these people under bridges in their blankets and coats
then I arrived at a door with my name on
I turned the key and I opened the door
I was glad I found you there waiting for me
‚cause each day I need you more and more
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i didn't read about it
03:18
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now the air tastes like smoke
we introduced another year
fire crackers in the snow
black spots soon to be disappeared
up north not far from some huge shopping mall
there are tents under some bridge
sometimes I see a fire burning
some living off what others throw away
I guess it’s not for me to understand
how our economy and our politics work
but sometimes it makes me wonder
if there’s anything to understand at all
they gave money to Napoleon
to spare the fortress and the wall
when they bulit houses for an upper class
parts oft he wall just had to go
I guess it’s not for me to understand
how our economy and our politics work
but sometimes it makes me wonder
if there’s anything to understand at all
I didn’t read about it
I saw it all with my own eyes
I didn’t read about it
it’s all happening in this town
and I don’t understand
how our economy and our politics work
but sometimes it makes me wonder
if there’s anything to understand at all
I didn’t read about it
I saw it all with my own eyes
I didn’t read about it
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a saturday in the city
04:08
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heard it on the radio
saw it on tv
so unreal like I was having a bad dream
saw the little light blinking on my phone
as my friends texted me
the sound of sirens echoed through the streets
sometimes words just ain’t enough
as images haunt you in your dreams
sometimes words just ain’t enough
I felt numb and paralyzed
I was in a state of disbelief
just trying to find answers that weren’t there
saw all these people with wide open eyes
saw candles on the streets
saw yellow lines where those bodies lay
sometimes words just ain’t enough
ss images haunt you in your dreams
sometimes words just ain’t enough
then they removed puddles of blood
and laid down roses on the streets
sometimes nothing seems enough
heard it on the radio
saw it on tv
so unreal like I was having a bad dream
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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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