The Key
 

I stand here in confusion
at the closed door to my past
‘cause the past will be the future
if this nightmare it should last.
 

I look up in desperation
at the frontside of the wall
and the wall becomes a building
inside me there is a call:
 

Refrain: I lost my key
  maybe I put it on the table
  in the kitchen of this old house
  I will  never see again
 

I need to see
my history

it is so far away from me
 

Now I stand here at the window
this frame’s old fashioned brass
needs all my hidden courage
to break and crush the glass.
 

Then I look inside the kitchen
on the table lies the key
and then I start the voyage
to my history...

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  Pat Reilly
 

It’d been on a monday morning
It’d been our pay day
we met Sergeant Jenkins
as all were going away
 

 He says to Pat Reilly
 you are a handsome young man
 will you come to John Kellys
 where you will get a dram
 

And while we sat there boozing
and drinking our dram
he said to Pat Reilly
you are a handsome young man.
 

 I’ll have to take the bounty
 so come along with me
 to the sweet county Langfort
 strange faces there you’ll see
 

Refrain: He says to Pat Reilly
  you are a little too slow
  well in some other regiment
  I fear you’ll have to go
 

 I may go where I will
 I have no one to mourn
 for me brother is dead me boys
 - and never will return.
 

Oh! No kind of a soldier’s life
with me it would agree
And neither would I bind myself
Forego my liberty
 

 I’d live as happy as a prince
 my mind does tell me so
 So fare thee well I’m just going down
 my shuttle for to throw.

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  Bank Robbery
 

Intro:  Sometimes I wonder
 what is the sense of the day.
 What is the truth of what I do.
 In the morning
 I have to go, want to stay
 so just a kiss for you my dear.
 I work twelve hours a day
 when I return the streets are dark again
 how can I keep myself alive.
 

Whenever I get up I see the work I have to do
But even if I work around the clock it’s not enough
for you and me.
So we need a good idea to make some money.
Maybe a bank robbery my dear it’s better
than to be so poor.
 

Refrain: Bang! Bank robbery
  Just one time and you are free
 

Whenever I look up I see my face is getting old.
But when I think about a way of getting out this hole
there’s no idea.
So I choose another way to make some money.
I think a bank robbery it’s really better
than to be so poor.
 

 We do it
 or we leave it.
 Shall we do it?
 Shall we leave it?
 

 And now we run.....

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  So viele Jahre
 

Nur ein Gefühl, das plötzlich war,
als ich dich zum ersten Mal hier sah;
das erste Mal nach so langer Zeit.
 

Nur ein Gedanke an diesen Krieg,
der fast so lang dauert wie ich leb’
mir scheint  es fast die Ewigkeit.
 

Refrain: Leben ist Wagnis und Sehnsucht und Tanz
  Leben ist Lachen und Liebe und Kampf.
  So viele Jahre versuchter Mord
  kriegen Widerstand nicht tot.
 

Nur eine Frage, was ich spür
bei diesem Krieg vor meiner Tür
für die Antwort lauf’ ich fort von mir.
 

Nur ein Moment, bevor ich geh’
um zu suchen, wo ich steh’
Dir was zu sagen fällt mir schwer.
 

 Kein Idol, keine Heldin, kein Held
 Reden allein ändert keine Welt
 “Keine Gewalt” - was bringt das schon
 Pflanzen allein sprengen keinen Beton
 keine Gewalt, das ist zum Weinen
 und niemals ihre, die sie meinen
 als ob ein Henker zärtlich sagt,
 daß er den Tod am wenigsten mag

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  Black Boys On Mopeds

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Margaret Thatcher on TV
shocked by the deaths that took place in Bejing.
It seems strange that she should be offended
the same orders are given by her.
 

I’ve said this before now
you said I was childish and you’ll say it now.
Remember what I told you
and if they hated me they will hate you.
 

Refrain:

 England’s not the mythical Land of Madame George Troses
 it’s the home of police who kill black boys on mopeds.
 And I love my boy and that’s why I’m leaving.
 I don’t want him to be aware that there’s any such things as grieving
 

Young mother down at Smithfield
fightin’ and lookin’ for food for her kids.
In her arms she holds three cold babies
and the first word that they learned was “please”.
 

These are dangerous days
to say what you feel is to dig your own grave.
Remember what I told you
if you were of the world they would love you.

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    Maybe
 

Maybe I’m old, or dead and cold
maybe I’ve sold everything I have
maybe I’m a teacher or any kind of preacher
I may be too tired for that
 

Maybe I’m wrong, don’t get along
maybe I’ve lost everything I have
maybe I’m sailing around the world to Peking
I may be too coward for that.
 

Refrain: You always want to know
  what I’m going to be
  I say: “Nothing
  - nothing else seems to matter”,
  but I think, sometimes
  sometimes it’d be better
  For you
  to try...
 

Maybe I’m right, stand up and fight
maybe I just try to find my way
maybe I’m a joker, a lover who plays poker
maybe I’m so far away from here
 

And what I think
and what I do
is not what you ever want for me
maybe I’m a dreamer
of love and peace  in Lima
maybe I’m too old for that..

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  Happy
 

Every day - you tell me
that your love grows on and on and on
Every time - you miss me
seems so hard for you to carry on
 

Every night - you ask me
if I feel the same for you for sure
Every time - you kill me
with a kind of loving that’s too strong
 

Refrain:  But what if you try to be me
  I don’t think you will
  cry out for me any more
  cause I’m happy
 

 Every emotion  of everyone
 is just belonging to no one
 but you my son
 if you’re the one
 

Again and again - you lose me
cause your love is not a love for me
Every time - you want me
I’m too far away from you to reach

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  Father Is Coming
 

They have no time to lose their mind
on questions of the day.
Their daily fight is to survive
and keep the pain away.
 

They do not know how to react.
They don’t know how to show
that they have little self-respect,
but they have sworn

not to appear
as if they bear
such burdens every day.
 

 They lie
 

We need each other say their wives.
Now love needs to be strong.
But later on they realize
that they have been so wrong.

The day is long.
TV is on.
They are afraid of night.
 

 They cry
 

  He watches his hands
  what have they done?
  He struck his little friends
  and the only one
  who is living for him
  and who suffers now
  and he feels the tears on the ground
   - on the ground
 

They feel so weak and their place
is the last in the race.
Their wives and children are the last
Who do what father says.

And so they try
their love has died
and all comes to an end.
 

 They fight

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  Hamburg - Lied
 

Das alte Kopfsteinpflaster
ist meistens immer naß da
Für Männer, Lust und Zaster
ist gleich der fiese Kiez da
Na und, die meisten Menschen
kannst Du Dir wirklich schenken
- ist eine wundervolle Stadt
wenn man genügend Kohle hat.
 

Refrain:  Hamburg is Humbug
  ist Lug, Trug und Schiffbug
  Hamburg ist schotig
  ist tutig und blutig
  Hamburg is Klönschnack
  von Punker und Geldsack
  mit Kuddel sin Buddel
  am Hafen mit Seesack

  Schuld ist der Klabautermann,
  daß ich Dich nicht verlassen kann!
 

Der alte Landungshafen
Wirkt immer leicht verschlafen.
Die Schanze früh am Morgen
ist gänzlich ausgestorben.
Für’s Leben aller Arten
mußt Du bis abends warten.
Dann erwacht so nach und nach
eine völlig andre Stadt!
 

Das alte Hafenrandflair
stimmt schon lang’ nicht ganz mehr.
Mehr Brücken als Venedig
und Bismarck steht schon ewig.
Ja manchmal, alte Hafenstadt
da hab’ ich Deinen Charme so satt.
Ich bin schon gänzlich unglücklich
bin unglücklich in Dich verliebt
 

 Aber manchmal
 bricht doch der Sommer ein.
 Aber manchmal
 schaffts einer nett zu sein.
 Manchmal fliegt doch ein Stein
 gelingt es uns
 zu Haus zu sein.

 Grauer Himmel, blaues Wasser
 Tote Fauna, rote Flora
 dann gelingt es fast,
 zu Haus zu sein.

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  Step It Out Mary
 

In the village of Kildoran lived a maiden young and fair.
Her eyes they shone like diamonds, she had long and golden hair.
 

The countryman came riding up to her daddy’s gate.
He came on a milk-white stallion, at the stroke of eight.
 

Refrain: Maria.
  Mary my fine daughter,
  show your legs to the countryman.
 

I’ve come to court your daughter, Mary of the golden hair,
I’ve gold and I have silver, I have lands beyond compare.
 

I will buy her silks and satins and a gold ring for her hand.
I will build for her a mansion, she’ll have servants to command.
 

“Kind Sir I have a soldier, I’ve pledged to him my hand.
Don’t want your gold nor silver, don’t want your house or land.”
 

Her father spoke up sharply, “Do as you are told,
you’ll marry him on Sunday and wear the ring of gold.”
 

In the village of Kildoran there’s a deep stream running by,
was Mary found on Sunday, she drowned with a soldier boy.

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