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By the Fountain
03:34
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A blade of streams is cutting throught the sky
Endless drops of water, particles so fine
And I wonder, will it be tonight?
Racing through the city with animals alike
And I feel them so deep
As the rain’s falling down on me
By the fountain, in the water, in a made-up estate
In an hour, I’ll be over, I must be on my way
A flock of sparrows, led there by the blind
Is sitting on the fountain, dirty from their flight
I am watching, I wonder where I’ve been
And my heart is the anchor of my sins
I am watching, I wonder where I’ve been
And my story is written on my skin
I am thinking thoughts about myself
I write them down and put them on a shelf
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2. |
Bother
02:57
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All the animals are far from here
if they haven’t all died
You got nothing to show for
I don’t care if you tried (2x)
There’s a feast going on over there
There’s a groom and a bride
They got nothing to show for
I don’t care if they tried (2x)
There’s a president sleeping so fine
Told the truth and he lied
He’s got nothing to show for
I don’t care if he tried (2x)
All the sadness we bought with our gold
All the tears that we cried
We got nothing to show for
I don’t care if we tried (2x)
All the animals are far from here
If they haven’t all died
And I got nothing to show for
Please don’t mind if I try (2x)
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Eiderdown
03:24
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It’s soft and warm by your side – Eiderdown, Eiderdown
And I’m so tired tonight – Eiderdown, Eiderdown
So meet me tonight, in your loveliest gown
Eiderdown, Eiderdown
Your knees are poking my back - Eiderdown, Eiderdown
The sky is falling in black - Eiderdown, Eiderdown
Your eyes so blue, your feathers are brown
Eiderdown, Eiderdown
You offer nights in the spring - Eiderdown, Eiderdown
And I love everything - Eiderdown, Eiderdown
I race in my sleep, you’re slowing me down
Eiderdown, Eiderdown
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4. |
Wild Pigeons
01:28
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John had got pigeons and slaughtered them all
To sell Christians the blood of their Christ
And then he got hung by the root of his tongue
A result of this secular heist
And he smiled like a man who had finished his work
As he’s drawing his terminal breath
For murder is sin and the God of the Christians will punish the sinners by death (2x)
All these wild pigeons I offered them home
The one without sin he may cast the first stone
John, he may go and sell blood of their Christ and I’ll hatch my pigeons tonight (2x)
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5. |
The Cold. A White Horse
03:53
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Some say it’s the fault of our fathers
Some say it’s the fault in our dreams
Some say it’s the cold, for whatever that means
A wild horse is better than no horse
The winter will tear at the seams
And I like the cold, for whatever that means
It’s bitter cold and white
A candle on a table
I drink the poison wine
A friend inside a stable
Some met with their lovers at leisure
Some met with their lovers at night
Some met with the devil by candlelight
A blind horse is better than no horse
I stay with what’s left to atone
We crucified silver on houses of stone
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6. |
Good Things
03:22
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There’s crazy people in the city and I do not feel so safe
There’s times my heart is feeling heavy and I’m tired of this state
There’s times my heart aches for the garden my grandmother used to tend
A pile of dirt beneath the willow where my afternoons were spent
All these people mean no evil, it’s just they have not been taught
That the books we are not reading make for emptiness of heart
That the bodies we are given are the ones we have to love
It’s a gift that keeps on giving, so we’re never giving up
And we need good things, and we need good things
And all things considered, what we do with our lives
The memories are bitter and sweet as cherry wine
And we need good things, and we need good things
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Blood Sweating Horse
03:18
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With my head on a window pane minutes are travelling by
All the souls in a traffic jam stuck in their bodies inside
My thoughts, they are flying – a blood sweating horse in the night
I am staring in silence at all of these lights in the sky (2x)
I am witnessing heart-attacks coming from too many smokes
You are speeding and riding, forcing the engines to choke
I am calling a doctor, emergency line in my head
I am driving the ambulance, racing the horses to death (2x)
I am trading my diamonds for bread and for water instead
And the future’s on Fridays, the kids say it least you forget
I am having a lemonade in a lawn chair on your grave
I can’t let a horse die, there is too many people to save (2x)
I won’t let a horse die, there is too many people to save
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8. |
The Medicine
04:23
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I’m careful with my thoughts
As I drink this bottle empty
The memories taste like more
And the bottle’s holding plenty
And I thought, all things were forgiven
And I thought, the medicine’s just right, for my live
I’m sitting at the bar
My mind already bleeding
The last drops from this jar
The memories receding
And I thought, all things were forgiven
And I thought, the medicine’s just right, for my live
And I thought, all things were forgiven
And I thought, they made our sins just right for our lives
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Ben Hermanski Ibbenbüren, Germany
Ben likes to hold on to moments and give them away on stage. To you.
In his songs and the stories that he
tells.
Ben Hermanski is an observer, a sensitive writer. A finder of melodies both engaging, catchy and familiar; a teller of stories both true and remote at the same time.
He keeps his eyes closed on stage, because these moments are for giving. To you.
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