1. |
the boredom of today
03:50
|
|||
|
The boredom of today doesn't differ from 1988
In a summer of our childhood
We always played how we could die
Our idols were American
Their voices dubbed - children
The boredom of today doesn't differ from 1988
Afternoons after school
We could waste killing each other
On a good showdown-noon
We could reach 200 deaths each of us
Shot in the headsudden death
In the heart the same game
A hit in the back was better
Because of the rolling in the dirt and pain
One sunny afternoon
We tried it
One hour two hours three hours
As a corpse rotting
But that was boring
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
The love I won't recover from
A thousand vague desires
Five hundred pair of eyes
A penny for your thought
The fortune of my life
There were twelve apostles
A dirty dozen in a film
Six pence none the richer
You loved to hear her sing
See now what you did to me
From the day you left on
You were the one and only love
I won't recover from
The love I won't recover from
Some kids are a hand full
You're wearing second hand
You have second thoughts
May I take my stand
Hotels have no thirteenth floor
But Friday thirteenth you can stay
They turn around the sheet for you
Maybe twice that day
You say I should pay attention
But I just pay the price
For the past I never had
And a future full of lies
|
||||
3. |
let me have one dream
04:56
|
|||
|
For all the years of nightmares let me have one dream
For all the years of nightmares
Let me have one dream
Tell me I deserve that
I do deserve that win-
Dow in the wall I'd open
See all the things I never seen
For all the years of nightmares
Let me have a dream
I want to smell the hope
I want to taste the love
I want to sense a god
Or give myself a shot
At opening the window
Prepare myself to scream
For all the years of nightmares
Let me have one dream
Awake, not, able to breathe
Unable to move and yell
For help, for air, for words
And love in this living hell
Minutes become hours
So many days it has been
For all the years of nightmares
Let me have one dream
Hunted down by creatures
With dark and crooked horns
Running through the house
Which turns into a forest
Full of glowing eyes
Lurking behind trees
For all the years of nightmares
Let me have one dream
Fear was my companion
Angst my son in law
Surrounded and besieged
Shell-shocked that I was
The back against the wall
Sinking on my knees
For all the years of nightmares
Let me have one dream
|
||||
4. |
liebesräuber
03:14
|
|||
|
Liebes-Räuber und Gendarme
Samstag Nacht, gedeckter Tisch
Dein Laecheln, einfach moerderisch
Wie zwei Ratten, auf der Spur
Wir kuessten uns, wir waren nur
Liebes-Räuber und Gendarme
Oh wie lang, ging das gut
Liebe loeschte, letzte Glut
Und wie wir recht, behielten
Niemand stoerte uns, wir spielten
Liebes-Räuber und Gendarme
Da sah ich sie, und du sahst ihn
Blindheit lehrte, Traeume fliehn
Alter Feuer, neu entfacht
So streunen wir wieder, durch die Nacht, als
|
||||
Thorsten Nesch Lethbridge, Alberta
Experimental Singer/Songwriter
all albums before 2022 mastered / produced by max wuerden (except Paris, Calgary)
If you like Thorsten Nesch, you may also like:
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jul 16, 2019
go to album
Waiting For U (ZTAPES)
by Candy Moore
From the bedroom pop gatekeepers at Z Tapes comes an airy yet sophisticated record from Melbourne.
go to album
featured on Bandcamp Radio Jan 14, 2015
go to album
Bystander (Deluxe Digital Edition)
by Johanna Samuels
The LA-based folk singer reconciles with her past and looks to the future on her new album.
go to album
you can reach me if you try
by Kindelan
Yorkshire songwriter and guitarist Kindelan explores life's in-between moments on a debut EP of soulful and sweet jazz.
go to album
Echo Eléctrico
by Angélica Garcia
Angélica Garcia thrives in unearthly self-reflection on this a cappella EP.
go to album
Johanna Samuels writes introspective and empathetic songs that explore authenticity with lovely, low-key pop melodies.
go to album
