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Contrôleur de l´amour
03:26
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Step on the bridge
Over the river seine
In the water
Shivering a silhouette
Of a man
He is what you call
The authority
A job that no one’s pleased
To do
And he takes away
What you expect to last forever
And a day
Any day now
Your hope flies like a feather
While you try to keep
Your promises engraved in
Steel so heavy
It weights you down
That bridge will fail you
Steel so heavy
It weights you down
That bridge will fail you
Oh Controleur de l´amour
He has to ask did it last forever
And he takes away what you expect to last forever and a day
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Broken bulb
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Street called Luise
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Remember the days
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Just ghost
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Before it gets dark
03:37
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Before it gets dark
A blanquet infront of the window
To cover up the broken glass
Together alone watching TV
The Recession Took her hard
She‘s got this Big dream in her head
To pay for this house only with her Songs
Nevermore since the Bars are empty
And the stages are all gone
Dont you forget about me
Cause What you will watch
When theres nothing left to see
And what you will listen to
When there nothing left to hear
So please speak up
Before all of us disapear
The red light is off at a studio
No more records being made
The man, who worked there got fired
Since this little twist of faith
The producer Works Now at a call in
Helps people troubled by their remote-
controll
Even sold his record collection
And blow out his savings whole
Dont you forget about me
Cause What you will watch
When theres nothing left to see
And what you will listen to
When there nothing left to hear
So please speak up
Before all of us disapear
For all the artists struggling
For the clubs, where you cant drink a beer,
For all the people working Front of house
the Lights and the Audio-engeenier
For the galleries, stations and nightclubs,
The bookers, doormen and Stagehands
And For all the pretty people supporting little Bands
Dont you forget about me
Cause What you will watch
When theres nothing left to see
And what you will listen to
When there nothing left to hear
So please speak up
Before all of us disapear
Now we have to all come together and speak up with our loudest voice,
cause for now forgetting us is easy,
But you will Miss the Noise!
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Jens Haraldson Kassel, Germany
Jens Haraldson, dieser vielversprechende Name entführt einen auf eine Reise in die Melancholie und in die Ferne.
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