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Music-Downloads: > on white ground >? > schroedinger's cat >? > television >? > fred astaire >? > king >? > arythmic franklin >? > oh dear, my hair is on fire >? > time's army >? > ordinary saint >? > pathetic >? Alle zu finden auf 003.  Das neue ARF-Album 003 ist auf folgende Art und Weise zu beziehen: a) bei uns am Konzert kaufen für 20 Stutz. b) bei uns am Konzert klauen für umsonst. c) via Kontakt für 25 Stutz bestellen. d) weltweit (?) via www.cede.ch für 23.90 bestellen und sofort bekommen. Persönlich empfehlen wir a oder d. Die alten Scheiben: "Butterflies" und "WUDN" sind ziemlich ausverkauft und werden höchstens noch an den Gigs verkauft. Dafür gibts unten die kompletten Alben als zeitgemässen MP3-Schrott für die Jungen. Das ist doch auch was, odrrrr?  > thirty minutes waiting fool (i'm not your) > torn venetian blinds > butterflies the hard way > instant xxx soup > is it a dream? > gasoline and diesel song > im klo eingesperrt > brush yer teeth > thunderwall (the one who shaves me) > supersonic superstar > idliketositdownbutidont > blind  > butterflies > mrs. pumpernickel > mirra mirra > zaphod beeblebrox > how listening to strange music can fuck up your mind (even if you're a frog called tony) > instant chicken soup > the opening doors of saint helen > fish legs > camelot > tiny pink huvenlapsnms part one > tiny pink huvenlapsnms part two > tiny pink huvenlapsnms part three GANZ MOLTO IMPORTANTE: In kurzer Kürze solls von ARF eine neue EP geben. Erste Vorabschnippsel demnächst hier an dieser Stelle im der weiten Welt des Zwischennetzes. 
On White Ground - Stef meint: Ein Song über den steten Kampf zwischen Verstand und Impuls. Mit Weisser-Adler-auf-weissem-Grund-Witz in der Bridge und meiner Lieblingszeile: And you wont hear a sound with white noise all around. - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Als erster Song auf ARF 003 dient er vor allem dazu, bereits verwirrte Menschen noch etwas mehr zu verwirren. Agression und Wahnsinn verstecken sich hinter der khlen Strophe und warten auf das einzige Drumsolo dieser Platte. On White Ground: you will see things as they are so truly near and far its lights out in this town youre leaving behind see the light of day, keep the night away no lighter way to save the day see the stars see the moon see the road, you gonna hit the road, sucker. you gonna hit the gas, youre gonna lay it down about to leave this town youre gonna - break the rule, play it cool mama didnt raise no fool. youre gonna find your road we gonna find youre gone, when you leave this town, fucker. between a man and his brain between the mad and the sane theres a fight going on between you and your chemicals between your inner animals and he writes it all down in white ink on white ground and you cant hear a sound theres white noise all around Schroedingers Cat - Stef meint: Im falschen Tempo ein Alptraum. Im richtigen: mächtig Spass. In diesem Song bin ich jeweils froh, dass ich nicht Bass spiele. - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Ein schneller 5/4 Takt in der Strophe macht Laune, die Katzte kriegt das Fieber in der Bridge und stirbt spätestens im 5er-Stopp-Part. Schroedingers Cat: Theres a time and a place Wipe that smile off your face Or your catll get it Theres a time and a place Wipe that smile off your facev Or your cat is gonna get it Schroedingers cat is gonna get it In between a state of grey routine and colourful illusions from the past shes seen she spends numerous hours thinking bout what might have been her life half-way open doors to rooms full of filthy stuff shattered pieces on the floor enough to break her twisted mind into a cross eyed dead-end (because) shes at the centre of things the cats at the centre of things she will grow, she could try she might find a way to fly to find the time to buy herself out of this shes not real, does not feel a trick of the mind one of her kind merely an experiment of thought (but) shes not real ĀŠ kill the cat and kill the kitty Television - Stef meint: Medienkritik, naja, nicht mein bester Text ever. Aber unser bislang einziger 6/8tel, der live funktioniert. Inkl Solo in 23/8. Ask the Drummer for the nasty details! - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Details gibt es nur auf Anfrage ber das Gästebuch. Das Fernsehen kriegt mit diesem Song seinen wohlverdienten Arschtritt. Lieblingszeile: Go see the City waste piled to a mountain. Don't smell the water, don't drink from the fountain. Television: have you seen the world today - television dont believe a word they say on television Š today a machine to waste your day Š television a machine to hate and pray Š television TV junkies feed me fun please TV junk is everywhere you go watch it all before you die Š television this device will suck dry - television you will do as you are told by television gives you warm when you are cold Š television TV junkies everywhere you go TV junk is everywhere you go keeps the children off the street what you get is what you see: fantasy-reality go see the city waste piled to a mountain donÕt smell the water, donÕt drink from the fountain go see the city waste piled to a mountain go see the city lights, go see the city lights TV junkies everywhere you go TV junkies everywhere you go TV junk is everywhere you go Fred Astaire - Stef meint: Purer Hirnfick für mich: bloss nicht darüber nachdenken, was ich da spiele, dagegen singe, und wie sich das gegen die Rhythmsection verschiebt. Live erlösend an TPH-part1 und das unveröffentlichte TPH-part4 gekoppelt.Gitarrensooooolooooo! - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Fred Astaire ist ein zwangsgestörter, schizophrener, selbstmordgefährdeter Held der Moderne! Fred Astaire: are you tap-dancing your way out of your problems again just like fred astaire, only avoiding the rain you can still twist your ankle on the sunny side of the street and you will indeed are you a replicate for japanese tourists to catch cheesy pictures to see when they strike a bad patch are you still selling mugshots on tshirts and postcards and stuff to much aint enough are you mistaking your chalk-outline for dance steps today do you remember the songs you sang anyway climb a stairway to heaven ride on the highway to hell astaire, can you tell King - Stef meint: Live ausrangiert. Schöne Strophenharmonien. Ich mag Texte, die mit And beginnen. - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Vierviertel. Wer hätte das gedacht. Ein romantischer Song, der klingt wie Weihrauch. King: And I wish that if someday I have something to say I can put it into words and let it be heard It might just happen This could be real It might just happen if you only feel Like the seed becomes a tree we could all grow up to be something bigger than we are take one step you've gone too far leave the king inside your sleeve take a bow and you're a thief It might just happen This could be real It might just happen stand up donÕt you kneel leave the king inside your sleeve I feed the hand that bit me although IÕm not quite sure what really hit me I am down and out and dirty I hope I make it till IÕm thirty after that IÕll never grieve wont leave the inside my sleeve It might just happen This could be real It might just happen Arythmic Franklin - Stef meint: Rockender Roboter. Who in their right mind would build such a machine? Or write such a song?. - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Des Roboters Design ist im CD-Booklet (und nachfolgend) nachzulesen. Die Franklin IPhone Application ist bei Apfel noch in Bearbeitung. Arythmic Franklin: Not born into this world! In fact, Franklin was not born but designed by an exemplary team of special scientists and engineers. Yes, that's true, a multi-million dollar machine designed to be the best man, the 21st century has got to offer hes got a machine heart hes got a brain full of wires emergency batteries too hes got pre-programmed manners and calculated feelings telling him what to do About to rule the world! Hes the world's most expensive tin opener and the world's his oyster. Here he comes! hes got magnetic hands hehs got ultraviolet vision a bunch of sonar radars too hes got acid in his veins to satisfy you is his mission hes gonna look right through you who in their right mind would build such a machine? its the biggest hunk of junk that weÕve ever seen hes got a multilayer epron hes got stainless metal plates on his liver is of gold and steel hes your strongest friend and buddy for the kids he is roboty and ladies, hes got sex-appeal acribic spanking Hes a flawless machine, but a machine he remains. Hes totally out of rhythm, it simply doesnt fit in his brains Oh Dear, My Hair Is On Fire - Stef meint: Auf Platte toll, live a bisserl flau und vorerst draussen. - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: I told you once, I told you twice. You came to earth to pay the price. For all the things, you thought were free but nothing is, not you not me. Oh Dear, My Hair Is On Fire: you think you know how things are and now theyve gotten worse you dont really know how things are I lost my keys and they stole my purse detox didnt work but thats just how it goes after some time war and tear shows oh dear, my hair is on fire my whole damn head is on fire detox didnt work but thats just how it goes these drugs just donÕt work and here is how it shows oh dear, my hair is on fire my whole damn head is on fire i told you once, i told you twice you came to earth to pay the price for all the things you thought were free but nothing is, not you, not me after all nothing changed everythings the same finally I am given a brain finally Im sane my hair is on fire, donÕt call me a liar my hair is on fire, donÕt call me a liar Times Army - Stef meint: Marschierendes Meditationsriff und elender Eunuchengesang (auf Platte sinds 32 Stimmen). Ihr Stimmbandknötchenlein (doppelter Diminuitiv) kommet. I like! - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Entweder wir dem Hörer schlecht oder er ist ein Perverser. Times Army: hey you gonna go with me i got the flow you see ill be your enemy boy, you gonna grow with me its gonna show, youll see i am your enemy tic tic toc tic toc tic tic toc tic tic toc tic toc tic tic toc tic tic toc tic toc tic tic toc tic tic toc tic toc tic tic etc Ordinary Saint - Stef meint: Hat durchaus funktionierende Parts, aber auch ein paar zu kopfige. Version 2 wird besser, wenn sie denn eines Tages wird. sie gähret bereits. - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Die Heiligen sind unter uns. Freitags sind sie nie da... Ordinary Saint: sometimes I suspect when i get upset it might be that I aint an ordinary saint fast asleep I feel nothings really real things aint what they seem living in a dream Id crack my skull to see if there's another place inside inside the observers eye even truth becomes a lie lie to me about the world and tell me things I never heard heard the voices from the past theyre coming slow, theyre going fast Id crack my skull to see if there's another place inside inside the observers eye even truth becomes a lie lie to me about the world and tell me things I never heard heard the voices from the past theyre coming slow, theyre going fast Pathetic - Stef meint: Parolentext, Spacestrophe, Poprefrain und Hammerbridge. Ersteres und letzteres möchte ich bei Zeiten zu Pathetic Two verwursteln. You have no right to be silent, wooo-hooo! Schön auch das Ende mit Touch-Wah-Gitarre. So funky, fellas, take me to the bridge! - Beat sagt: xxx - Flavio urteilt: Besitzt du ein Auto, welches teurer ist als 10 Jahresgehälter eines Mc Donald's Mitarbeiters? Hast du dein Selbstwert mit Onanie im Hilton poliert? Hältst du andere Kulturen fr lächerlich, verabscheuungswürdig oder nicht legitim? Falls ja, widme ich dir diesen Song. Pathetic: on and on i wait too long to call anyone pathetic a mental criminal record the size of a whale read between the signs you have no right to remain silent fuck your dependence on machines take long shortcuts to pass the time learn to ignore your expiration date and insert incertainty try to live the life of a clown everyone already laughs at you shopping for a new identity, buy one get one free souls for sale and health for hire have the name on your shoes tell you who you are at least someone talks to you youre a god to your dog cause you know how to handle a tin-opener talk to your furniture instead, it never talks back youÕd travel first class if only you had a place to go to you might not be broke, but you are broken I know what youÕre living, youÕre living a lie and I know what youre giving, you give it a try yes I know what youre living, youre living a lie and I know what youre giving, you give it a try youre pathetic, youre a wimp youre a living waste of skin youre an indiot, youÕre a fool you are anything but cool +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ > nach oben |