Für die Freunde der guten Musik gibt es neben der Bestellung unserer fertigen CDs zum Selbstkostenpreis auch die Möglichkeit, die CDs selbst zu basteln. Daher für alle, die lieber selbst Rohling, Papier und Schere zur Hand nehmen, hier die Druckvorlagen für das Cover und das Inlay zum Download. Beim Ausdrucken darauf achten, das „Tatsächliche Größe“ ausgewählt ist:
Die Songs könnt Ihr entweder bei bandcamp verlustfrei (unkomprimiert) herunterladen oder als ISO-Datei (ein Image Format, dass fast jedes Brennprogramm zur Audio-CD brennen kann) hier herunterladen: LINK FOLGT IN KÜRZE
Für die Freunde physikalischer Tonträger haben wir unser zweites Album „xIIs“ nun auch als CD im Angebot. Diese könnt Ihr hier ordern für nur 5 Euro + 2 Euro Versandkosten.
Wer gar nicht genug von xTITANs haben kann und unser erstes Album „xIs“ noch nicht besitzt, der sei auf unser Sonderangebot hingewiesen: Beide Alben gibt es inklusive Versandkosten für schlappe 10 Euro. Wenn das mal kein gut angelegtes Geld ist …
Strophe 1:
She lies in the corner
next to the toilet seat
pin-pricks in her left arm
the needle at her feet.
Strophe 2:
Take a look at her eyes
and you see no pain
She looks so peaceful satisfied
had her dreams flow through the drain.
Strophe 3:
As father gets the message
a drink calms his thrill
Her mother gets hysteric
at once looks for her pill.
Bridge: She has her dreams, has her ideas
refer to her parents, they turn to fears
She has her own will, so this girl
doesn’t lit into their stuffy world.
With her friends she tastes some dope
in ecstasy she gets new hope.
When she comes back, the world seems cruel.
So she needs more for staying cool.
Strophe 4:
Soon she takes stronger drugs
and than she fells alright
thinks, she could live without it.
Her eyes still shine so bright.
Strophe 5:
And if the problems come
she flees into her dreams
take a new injection
and nothin’ is what it seems.
Strophe 6:
“We’re in a vicious circle”
the woman says and smiles,
she’s looking provocative
with her cheap hustler style.
Strophe 7:
She sells her body, sells her cunt,
for ugly, fat men she has to grunt.
At last, she has just one desire,
singing in the angels choir.
Bridge 2:
Her pale blue eyes stare at you
no dignity was in her death.
For statistics, she just another corpse,
a gently victim took it’s last breath.
Her pale blue eyes
turn to grey … fade away.
Her pale blue eyes
fade to grey, so turn away.
Strophe 1:
You destroy my love, before it starts.
Your words are louder than the voice of my heart:
Your ice-cold fingers, are digging in my brain.
I don´t try anything, ´cos I´m afraid of pain.
Refrain:
You turn my sweet melancholy into dark depression.
To kill the spirit of fortune is your cruel profession.
Strophe 2:
You kill my fortune. You kill my past.
If theres some happines, you will come at last.
Hope is your enemy, and you are strong.
So to defeat it, won´t take you long.
Break 1:
„Come and dance with me“, says the apple tree.
My leaves will caress you while you´re flying.
„I see, you have brought such a pretty cord.
Today is a nice day for dying.“
Strophe 3:
Your´re always next to me and you try indeed
to smash my personality, and maybe you succeed!
My courage´s lying down on its knees
I ask for nothing, but will you leave me please?
Break 2:
„Are there better graves?“, ask the rivers waves.
And the moon seems to laugh at me.
What a gloomy ditch lays beyond this bridge.
Is this the place where I want to be?
Break 3:
„Looking for a drain?“, asks the friendly train.
„I think my wheels can help you find it.
Steel embraces well, and, please, let me tell
you that lifes not more than a piece of shit.“
Strophe 1:We were so young and hot and wild
some years ago.
But then our ideals have been sold out
our spirits get low.
Today we phone sometimes
in a very friendly way
and when we meet we’re talking
about the good old days.
Refrain 1:
So I put on my mask and try
to smile at you, for you
but only for a while
then you go away
and I stay in my thoughts
and dark waves wash the smile away.
Strophe 2: You’re playing with your lipstick and I feel
as if you’re playing with my soul.
You tell me about your warm ideas
and I only feel so cold.
We talk about your life and you don’t see
that I’m dying.
And in my heart I hate myself
while I’m lying.
Strophe 3: Have you ever asked what’s the meaning
of this fucking life?
Have you ever asked for some reasons
and get no replies?
Have you ever asked yourself who rules this
piece of shit?
Don’t wait for an answer ‚cause you
won’t get it!
Refrain 2: So put on your mask an try
to smile at me, for us
but only for a while
then we go away
and you stay in your thoughts
and dark waves wash the smile away …
