Unsere neue EP wurde am 23.10.2021 veröffentlicht. Darauf zu finden sind vier Songs aus unserem Proberaum-Studio, dieser hier wird sowohl auf EP als auch auf Album erscheinen.
Leider hat er auf die LP-Variante des Albums nicht gepasst, deshalb VÖ auf beiden Tonträgern.
Produktion & Mix: Ich
Mastering: Benedikt Hain | Outback Recordings
Gesang: Arne
Schlagzeug: Fabi
Bass: Pan
Gitarren: Reini und ich
Background-Gesang: Arne und ich
Text:
Where have all the Goth gone?
1.
We were the troubled kids in the corner of every schoolyard
Behind cigarettes and black shirts at the dead end of any educational chart
This was your competition no aphorism we refused the daily routine
Today it is different, my only real friend and the schoolyards are spotless and clean
Ref.
Where have all the Goths gone
And where are all the Punks?
Where are you subculture?
Submerged by german angst?
You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet, you’ re just a drop of rain and soon you’ll be dead
You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet, you’ re just a drop of rain and ran over the cat
2.
We were the metal heads with the long streaky unwashed hair
With a burning ambition of love and hate for a slacky grunge millionaire
Labeled as lives losers and drug abusers by those who fitted in
In a world without Believers god will leave us, no more need to commit a sin
Ref.
Brd.
Capitalism is still a threat
Oh I wish punk wasn`t dead
Some are misguided
Some delighted
Many are frightened
That`s what you are
Leider hat er auf die LP-Variante des Albums nicht gepasst, deshalb VÖ auf beiden Tonträgern.
Produktion & Mix: Ich
Mastering: Benedikt Hain | Outback Recordings
Gesang: Arne
Schlagzeug: Fabi
Bass: Pan
Gitarren: Reini und ich
Background-Gesang: Arne und ich
Text:
Where have all the Goth gone?
1.
We were the troubled kids in the corner of every schoolyard
Behind cigarettes and black shirts at the dead end of any educational chart
This was your competition no aphorism we refused the daily routine
Today it is different, my only real friend and the schoolyards are spotless and clean
Ref.
Where have all the Goths gone
And where are all the Punks?
Where are you subculture?
Submerged by german angst?
You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet, you’ re just a drop of rain and soon you’ll be dead
You’ re not your Job, your household, your pet, you’ re just a drop of rain and ran over the cat
2.
We were the metal heads with the long streaky unwashed hair
With a burning ambition of love and hate for a slacky grunge millionaire
Labeled as lives losers and drug abusers by those who fitted in
In a world without Believers god will leave us, no more need to commit a sin
Ref.
Brd.
Capitalism is still a threat
Oh I wish punk wasn`t dead
Some are misguided
Some delighted
Many are frightened
That`s what you are