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Anonymous
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Salü, das hier hab ich heute morgen um 00:40 gemixt, ich find's klasse und vor allem fertig. Aber man verliert ja so leicht die Distanz zu seinen Machwerken, so daß man erst 1 Jahr später erkennt, das es vielleicht doch nicht so toll war...
Wie dem auch sei, ich würde mich freuen, konstruktive Kritik zu hören.
Ist eher was für kalte und düstere Winternächte, aber ich kann ja auch nichts dafür, das wir jetzt Sommer für drei Tage haben.
Für diejenigen, die mehr Gitarre hören wollen - haltet durch, am Ende gibt's ein kleines Solo.
Lyrics:
Empty sound of footsteps echo from the cold and grey
Walls with hollow windows follow their decrepit prey
Snowflakes drifting listless around unlit traffic lights
Ghostly unwelcoming repulse shows on all the signs
And it's hey,ey, it's dead in here
Days and months and years have passed on my erratic way
Icecold dreamless nights followed by wounded aimless days
And evry time I'm looking past the high walls to the sky
I see those tainted clouds without a structure passing by
There's people, yes, but all of them are shuffling in the street
They look like me, avoid me and like me they cannot speak
Crippled, maimed and bled out by the horror of their past
Ceasing long ago to find some beauty that will last
It's long ago, so long ago, that I have seen you passing by
Listened to your footsteps fading merciless away
The scent of your embrace gave way to a smell of slow decay
And the fog around you thickened quickly as heard a silent
cry
I'm a prisoner in this dead city
I'm a prisoner within these walls
Wie dem auch sei, ich würde mich freuen, konstruktive Kritik zu hören.
Ist eher was für kalte und düstere Winternächte, aber ich kann ja auch nichts dafür, das wir jetzt Sommer für drei Tage haben.
Für diejenigen, die mehr Gitarre hören wollen - haltet durch, am Ende gibt's ein kleines Solo.
Lyrics:
Empty sound of footsteps echo from the cold and grey
Walls with hollow windows follow their decrepit prey
Snowflakes drifting listless around unlit traffic lights
Ghostly unwelcoming repulse shows on all the signs
And it's hey,ey, it's dead in here
Days and months and years have passed on my erratic way
Icecold dreamless nights followed by wounded aimless days
And evry time I'm looking past the high walls to the sky
I see those tainted clouds without a structure passing by
There's people, yes, but all of them are shuffling in the street
They look like me, avoid me and like me they cannot speak
Crippled, maimed and bled out by the horror of their past
Ceasing long ago to find some beauty that will last
It's long ago, so long ago, that I have seen you passing by
Listened to your footsteps fading merciless away
The scent of your embrace gave way to a smell of slow decay
And the fog around you thickened quickly as heard a silent
cry
I'm a prisoner in this dead city
I'm a prisoner within these walls
