HATTLER – Sundae

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Beschreibung


  1. The Times We Never Had (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    No fun, no pain – no loss, no gain

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – don’t feel sorry for me as we all love to suffer

    No sun, no snow – no run, no go
    No fun, no pain – no loss, no gain

    Don‘t you dare to mess up your sorrows – don‘t dare to recall all that sweet tomorrows
    Don’t you see the times gettin tougher – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all went mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    No sun, no rain – no loss, no gain

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – don’t feel sorry for me as we all love to suffer

    No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame

    Who’s sorry for the day you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that your time is gettin tougher – you gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see thing are gettin tougher – i’m just hitting your face but that’s no reason to suffer

    Who’s sorry for the day you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Fola Dada: voc., Juergen Schlachter: drums, Ali Neander: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: voc., basses.

  2. Faking News (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    I don’t wanna know what you think
    Fed up with paying attention
    Analyzing bricks doesn’t build a thing
    That’s all I have to mention

    Faking news makes me feel better
    As facing truth makes me feel mad

    Analysing past doesn’t make much sense
    While sitting on a cruising missile
    Finalizing things come to an end
    If you start to re-dial

    Faking news makes me feel better
    Reality is all too sad

    I don’t wanna want somebody
    To tell me that I want someone who…
    Who tells me what to think to make my day
    I don’t need to see somebody
    To show me how to wear my glasses
    That’s why I close my eyes and drift away…

    Faking news makes me feel better
    As facing you makes me feel mad

    I don’t wanna hear if you call
    Sensation’s not attraction
    Paralyzing bricks doesn’t pay no walls
    Better mind the intersection

    Faking news make things look better
    When facing truth makes you feel sad
    Having a clue does sometimes matter
    When breaking news just make you mad

    Fola Dada: voc., Martin Kasper: keys & programming, Oli Rubow: drums, Joo Kraus: trumpet, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  3. Sundae 07:04 (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    Saving my coins for a better day
    Brighten my stars for a Saturday
    Call me a sundae, waiting for someday
    Drowning in love on your birthday
    Smashing my phone on a Thursday
    Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday

    I’m fine all day but frying all night
    Time’s always late and out of sight
    You’re right: No light no bright

    Saving my words for a better day
    That brightens your world on a Saturday
    Call me a sundae, waiting for someday
    Drowning in love on a Thursday
    Who’s on the phone on your birthday?
    Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday

    Flying all day but dying all night
    Love’s way too great to be in sight
    You’re right: No light no sight

    Collecting ideas for Saturday
    Saving my fears for a better day
    Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday
    Scared to the bones on a Thursday
    Hide from your phone on your birthday
    Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday

    I’m fine all day but sighing all night
    No way to say “no land in sight”
    You’re right: No kite no hight
    Flying all day and dying all night
    Love’s way too grey to be in sight
    You’re right: No light no sight

    Fola Dada: voc., Oli Rubow: drums, Torsten de Winkel: e-sitar, Martin Kasper: keys, Juergen Schlachter: perc., Peter Musebrink: additional e-beats, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  4. Die blaue Frau (Hattler)

    Torsten de Winkel: e-sitar, Moritz Müller: drums, Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  5. Acid Blues No.1 (Hattler)

    Torsten de Winkel: guit., Joo Kraus: horns, Martin Meixner: organ: Oli Rubow: drums, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  6. Pride (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    I don’t care about your warnings

    As I don’t like the things you say
    I don’t want to be one’s dawning

    I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn those plans to
    Feed your soothing pride, i’ll dry my tears and sigh just to show i’m fine (and happy)

    my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how low’s the line

    Will you care about my warnings
    As you won’t hear the things I say
    Might have never been one’s dawning

    I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn all plans to
    Be your soothing bride, to dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy)

    my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how low’s the line

    I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn those plans to
    Feed each other’s pride, I won’t dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy)

    my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how wrong’s our line.

    I don’t care about your warnings
    As I don’t like the things you say
    I don’t want to be one’s dawning

    I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn all plans to
    Feed your soothing pride, I won’t dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy)

    my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how wrong’s our line

    Fola Dada: voc, Ali Neander: guitars, Martin Kasper: keys & beats, Peter Musebrink: beats & sounds, Juergen Schlachter: perc., Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  7. Silently Sliding (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    Whatcha Wanna See If You’re on Your Knees
    While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
    What Would You Do If Weird Things Came True


    Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
    Whatcha Gonna Think If Your Hair Turned Pink
    While You Inhale the Stuff You Always Did Rely On
    And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
    Though You Never Ever Knew What the Hell to Do

    You’re Silently Sliding into My Heart
    Our Love Keeps Us Back from Falling Apart

    Whatcha Wanna See When You’re Your Knees
    While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
    Now What to Do If Fake News Came True
    Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
    Whatcha Gonna Find If the World Turned Blind


    While You Leave the Cloud You’ve Been Always Sitting On


    And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
    Though You Never Knew What the Hell to Do

    You’re Silently Sliding into My Love
    I’m Silently Sliding into Above

    Whatcha Wanna See If You’re on Your Knees
    While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
    What Would You Do If Weird Things Came True


    Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
    Whatcha Gonna Think If Your Hair Turned Pink
    While You Inhale the Stuff You Always Did Rely On
    And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
    Though You Never Ever Knew What the Hell to Do

    You’re Silently Sliding into My Heart
    Our Love Keeps Us Back from Falling Apart

    Whatcha Gonna Find If the World Turned Blind


    While You Leave the Cloud You’ve Been Always Sitting On


    So What to Do If All Your Dreams Came True


    Though You Never Knew What the Hell to Do

    Fola Dada: voc., Juergen Schlachter: drums, Torsten de Winkel: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Ali Neander: guit., Hellmut Hattler: voc., basses.

  8. Call (Hattler/Musebrink)

    Peter Musebrink: beats and sounds, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  9. Random Conversation (Hattler/Musebrink)
    Lyrics

    I did never care too much ‘bout dangers
    Parental warnings to the contrary – and not to cause sensation
    They said I shouldn’t talk to stangers
    What if we wouldn’t have been open to some random conversation?

    I did never care too much ‘bout dangers
    Parental warnings to the contrary – and not to cause sensation
    They said I shouldn’t talk to stangers
    What if we wouldn’t have been open to some random conversation?

    Peter Musebrink: beats & sound shaping, Fola Dada: voc, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  10. Rotten Rolls (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
    Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
    Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
    Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
    Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
    Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
    Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll

    Wash you face – play some dirty bass – wash you face
    Wash you face – play some dirty bass

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
    Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
    Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls

    Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll
    Wash you face …

    Oli Rubow: drums, Joo Kraus: horns & voc., Hellmut Hattler: basses & voc.

  11. Anaheim Jive (Hattler)

    Oli Rubow: drums, Joo Kraus: horns, Torsten de Winkel: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  12. Lieblingslied (Hattler)

    Joo Kraus: Fluegelhorn, Martin Kasper: grand piano, Andrea Staton, Consuelo Valdes: violin, Maria Braun: viola, Anne Schuhmacher: violoncello, Oli Rubow: drums, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  13. Can We Run (Hattler/Musebrink/Lilja)
    Lyrics

    You’re trapped in the wheel
    Created games
    And all we would do is run alone
    A silent stream of something real
    A long gone memory of a dream

    Never liked this fucking weather
    Didn’t care about messy weekends
    These tangles are holding me down

    Can we run, can we run
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    You’re on the road
    You feel it coming
    Like an old best friend’s laugh it’s contagious

    Oh, does it make you happy?
    Can’t you really feel it
    Or can we just leave it behind?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Sebastian Lilja: voc, Peter Musebrink: sound shaping, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

  14. No Bass No Fame (The Times We Never Had – Reprise) (Hattler)
    Lyrics

    No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Don‘t you dare to mess up your sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all that sweet tomorrows
    Don’t you see the times gettin tough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
    Who’s sorry for that day we all went mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – you gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame

    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had
    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Fola Dada: voc., Juergen Schlachter: drums, Ali Neander: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: voc., basses.

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