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Deccan (live)
05:18
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If you’ve ever been just north of Pune
You just might’ve boarded a train leaving someday
And you’d have been greeted by the sound
Of a man playing a sweet lullaby
It’s the Superfast Queen that he rides daily
And the trip that you might remember maybe
But its the way he just struck your heart
Steam blows through his harp straight to Mumbai
He talks to the people as you would’ve heard
Telling away though he’s never spoken a word
A story he’s tailored just for you
I should tell her to come down to Deccan
And he’s a reader of faces and figures akin
You just might have to take the truth on the chin
Whatever that means to you
She’s eighteen and oh so pretty
I found my own desire
A thousand miles away from home
Long lost beneath my prior life
It showed that she should be the one to be my own
As I ponder the lessons that were taught on a train
And as the car weaves its way through the midsummer rain
How does it all relate?
My mind pours as I wait for reason
Like a script they stole from a classic of love
I’d been stricken by a cliché from above
A revelation delivered through song
My station’s coming up not to long
I found my own desire
A thousand miles away from home
Long lost beneath my prior life
It showed that she should be the one to be my own
So now that I know that she is for me
Though I should probably question my own sanity
Is it the sticky air in this train?
The moist foiling my brain down in Deccan
But regardless of any bug that I’ve caught
I hope you’ll understand the train of my thought
Maybe you can say „hi“ from me
I wouldn’t dare to come back from Deccan
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2. |
We're Alright (live)
04:03
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I stuck my finger in a socket for a little rush
I felt connected to the current through my tender touch
You’ve been changing all along but I missed the ride
You drove me out the city, you pushed me to the side
Oh you and I we’ve got to work things out
Once I find my place you’ll see I’m alright
I’m alright for you
This city circus isn’t ringing any bells for me
A lotta lights, lotta cars but I’m all at sea
If you admit to rushing, I’ll admit to pulling out
If we can find our rhythm, I’ll agree to try it out
Oh you and I we’ve got to work things out
Once I find my place you’ll see I’m alright
I’m alright for you
I wished that I was a regular specimen
But I was (I was, I was)
I was still thinking of you
Could there be anything you wouldn’t do
I’m so sure
You assured me that all of my dreams would come true
But you we’re (you we’re, you we’re)
You were still thinking of me
I still love you
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It came down like an avalanche
A crushing wave of now right on her front deck
It caught her square in the face
Like a stone she swallowed whole
Another bulge from the inside of her neck
It hit her twice as hard
It caught her way off guard
Fold it up and put it back
It’s not a pretty chair
Try and lock it to the ground
It’s not a pretty chair
Every time and time again
Her confidence implodes
It’s not a pretty chair but it holds my weight
Now my string of indecision
Has left me grasping for another shot at helping
For means to rewind
‘Cause just a molecule of comfort
Just a cosmic redirection of an outcome
I’ll make it the next stone
I’m heading straight to the phone
Fold it up and put it back
It’s not a pretty chair
Try and lock it to the ground
It’s not a pretty chair
Every time and time again
Her confidence implodes
It’s not a pretty chair but it holds my weight
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4. |
Cold Turkey (live)
05:12
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The clock strikes eleven
And as I put out the light
This’ll never feel right
‘Cause as I lie twisted in my bed
There’s gap to my right
Cold turkey for the night
You know I do feel quite silly
In my position of unrest
Lying there in silent protest
But I’m not the martyr of love
Who was nailed to his bed
Am I a fool with wires loose in his head?
Cause it seems so ridiculous to lose my mind
When I lose you to the night
A constant reminder of my debt to the light
So put me into a cell
Lock me in with my kind
You’ll see our love isn’t blind
As I twist inside my sheets
A giant pendulum swings
To the dance of different routines
And like a cancerous waltz
It’s taking over my brain
And it succeeds at it’s relentless campaign
So as long as you breath
I’ll have my rest cut out
Unless your lying right inside my bed
Though I never signed over my sleeping rights
It’s a lawless joy
Not a flawless ploy
It’s cold turkey for the night
As morning comes
And my fears have ceased
Concealed by a blanket of peace
My rational comes about
To gain the upper hand
A soldier reclaiming the land
Still there’s no amount of insight
No cure for relapse
To keep me from persistent collapse
But as a man madly in love
Only one view will stay
It’s worth it day after day
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It’s been some time
Since I left home
A whole new world at my feet
And many of people shook my hand
In support of my new life
Oh how the choice I made was right
And the first few weeks
They seemed alright
I’ll chalk that down to beginner’s luck
A time spent blind of what would come
Like steamboat high at sea
How things came crashing down on me
I found myself
In this new place
My eyes now open I could see
A life of things I could achieve
To hang up on my wall
It had nothing to do with me
I realized
That all of my
Endeavours have been forced by a false aim
There was nothing to leave behind
And nothing to search for
I left just for leaving’s sake
Now I’m here
In my old home
The scent of hot coffee in the air
When I look back to where I’ve been
I’d been searching for so long
Only to find, this is the place where I belong
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6. |
Home (live)
05:00
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It’s the end of day
Early morning as they say
I’ve reached the solitary time of the night
And the mob that graced my joint
Very few have stayed on point
As the last of them mingle in plain sight
And draped over a chair
Seemingly lost in prayer
A man stares holes into his cup
So I poke him in through his coat
Stain ridden like a goat
His knees sway back and forth as he gets up
“Good evening sir
It seems I’ve had a few
See I came here to unwind
Now my mind’s astir and in a blur
Could you pour me one more pint
I forgot my way home?”
In the very corner of the bar
I spot a girl from afar
She wears a face like a hundred days of rain
And you can see it in her eyes
The whole shape of her disguise
It’s lefts her folks at home waiting all in vain
So I approach her with a smile
And she’s really been here a while
“Please finish up your drink it’s time to go!”
But the glance that I receive
Is not one of approval I believe
“Mr. Barkeep there’s some things that you should know!”
“If you could see
What I go through
Every day spent on the brink
Then I guarantee, accordingly
You’ll pour me one more drink
Don’t make me go home
Propped up against a wall
A businessman, quite tall
Is humming to his favourite tune
He’s an expat you could guess
Working in that banking mess
A sight not too rare in this saloon
So I hand him his bill
And the banker humming still
Crumples up the piece and gives it back
Glancing through the flames
Looking up he explains
“I still have some memories to unpack”
“See I miss my land
Like I miss my kin
I haven’t seen them in a year
So if you understand the stake at hand
Please pour me one more beer
This place feels like home!”
Sitting there at last
Our most regular outcast
A scientist as he’d have let you know
But now a scrambled head
His day’s a loop as they’ve said
You could watch it like a rerun of a show
He scribbles down for ages
Numbers filling up his pages
A ritual he follows day-to-day
Another scene in his script
A narrative never skipped
I know the words that he’s about to say
“I calculate
The moon and stars
It confirms the given link
We’re of common kind
With our troubled minds
So much closer than you think
Treating all our woes
In these walls that show
A kind of comfort that we seek
So congratulate if you relate
And pour us both a drink
This place is our home”
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7. |
Caught Up (live)
05:06
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You lost your girl
You put her poster on a wall
Hoping that she might be returned
Out of answers, out of luck
You put a penny on a prayer
But there wasn’t much salvation to be earned
Clearly, this soul search must be adjourned
So in light of what I know
It’s all a myth
There’s no answers in the wind
She got caught up with God
She needed something new
While you got caught up with every goddamn thing that you knew
Now the only choice you have is to surrender to the cause
And figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do
When you’re at the beach
When you catch the whisper of a shell
You’ll find there is no wisdom in it’s call
Just like the colorcoded tags
In your catalogue of dreams
Did you really think they’d be any help at all?
All your diaries up on the wall
So in light of what I know
It’s all a myth
It’s all a myth
There’s no answers in the wind
She got caught up with God
She needed something new
While you got caught up with every goddamn thing that you knew
Now the only choice you have is to surrender to the cause
And figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do
All your diaries up on the wall
All the love letters in your drawer
And all the days you spent at the gym trying to look fit so you could get back at her
And all the days you could’ve just moved on
So in light of what I know
It’s all a myth
It’s all a myth
There’s no answers in the wind
She got caught up with God
She needed something new
While you got caught up with every goddamn thing that you knew
Now the only choice you have is to surrender to the cause
And figure out what the hell I’m supposed to do
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8. |
Ordinary (live)
04:54
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If I were a vendor for popsicles
On arctic trips through icy terrain
Or a merchant for snorkels in a dead desert town
You’d back me in sun as in rain
If my biggest endeavor was a rental store
For roller-skates far out at sea
We might not make cover for Forbe’s magazine
But you’d still be there for me
You don’t care for ordinary
You are always there and see me
See me for all that I am
And for every step I take
You tie one of my boots and make it
Make it so much easier for me
If our most fatal threat was a UFO
And I’d fought off the alien assault
Each intrusion I scuppered and every skirmish I won
Would see your embraces at fault
And if my skeptics and doubters were groundhogs
Never knowing a daylight’s appeal
They’ll find me riding on sun-ridden streets
And you’re at the wheel
You don’t care for ordinary
You are always there and see me
See me for all that I am
And for every step I take
You tie one of my boots and make it
Make it so much easier for me
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