CHORDS IN BLUE The Lyrics (C) by Frank Peter Hermsen I´ve heard them sing When I was young my father told Me wonderfully tremendous tales About a world that noone knows The mystic kingdom of the whales Monuments in flesh and blood Gliding through eternity Dancing through an unknown sea As conquerors of gravity And he told me ´bout Their mysterious song A song about pride A song ´bout being strong Melodies full Of atmosphere Chords in blue Far from fear Chords in blue Written just for you Years ago upon Scottland´s cliffs In a warm October fullmoon night I was enjoying the Highland's glowing sky Underneath eternal northern lights When suddenly a soft strange sound Made me forget everything And I always will remember This moment when I heard them sing I´ve heard them sing A mysterious song About being hunted And being killed too long Chords in a blue And cold atmosphere Melancholic sounds Of sorrow and fear Chords in blue Written just for you Now the time has come to tell this tale To our daughter and we´ve got to explain Our reasons for doing nothing exept Playing the hypocrite in our book of shame Oh please, Wynona, dont ask me why We´ve killed what we claim to adore No please, Wynona, don´t ask why The whales don´t sing anymore So I tell her about Their mysterious song A song ´bout all those things That went wrong Melancholy and Chords in blue ´Bout a world we didn´t Protect for you Chords in blue IKARUS Like an angel high in the air With melting wings and tears of thunder We won´t dare to despair Cause this is not the time to wonder Dumb creatures on the ground Crippled fingers in the dust For us their screaming makes no sound 'Cause in our power we do trust On wishfull wings across the seas Melting in careless fantasies Hope is the upwind that makes us fly But too high Too high Blind guys with glassy eyes Helplessness in stinking splendour We can´t see tears when they cry And our pride will not surrender Cold shapes and senseless frames Far beneath perish our friends Leaving the world carved in chains But our hope will never end On wishfull wings across the seas Melting in careless fantasies Hope is the upwind that makes us fly But too high Too high Far beyond any hate and fear Where even thunder makes no sound We set fire to our wings And our blood colours the ground On wishfull wings across the seas Burning in careless fantasies Hope was the upwind that made us fly But too high Too high Mountains Burning Mountains burning Murder and decay Do not care Things explode every day A world´s collapsing In civilian wars And how should children know What to survive for But the moon Appears again tonight For a few quiet minutes Maybe stops the fight Tomorrow Is just another day Life goes on You´ve got to die anyway So sleep well tonight Come and see your dreamworld paradise The world is yours Embrace the things that you´re longing for Do not care There is nothing you can do But don't let them tell you That they are fighting for you Run and hide There´s a sniper on the run Waiting just for you No matter what you´ve done Holidays Schools are out this year Someone will remember The meaning of a tear Maybe There will be better times A log of wood Or water to be found You´ll always Be surrounded by insanes And the only thing I feel Is my bunker made of shame The Northern Fields (Part One: Wake Up) The trees that we had planted Off the beaten track Have been felled years ago But we´ll always get back There´ll be traps on our way But I do have eyes in my head If we´re not allowed to walk We´ve got to learn to creep instead No more begging for alms Being addicted to dreams No more rousing from fear In between nightmare screams Wake up It´s time to set out To cry for revenge To fight against our doubts Noone Can soothe our wrath We´ve renounced our faith On this vengeance path Some last farewells To our absent friends Who died on their knees In this northern land The time has come For our judgement day In a wellknown land Where we couldn´t stay The Northern Fields (Part two: The Northern Fields) Somewhere far beyond the seas Between rotten thoughts and eternal screams There's a place near the sunset miles A moorland born in fearful dreams Wise men told us about these fields The land between the calm and the storm The wasted land that our fathers damned The land in which mysteries were born We have been told to spend our lives there In the seclusion of eternal snow I guess they maybe didn´t know Yet there´s always hope between ebb and flow Years we've been waiting for the day That our prayers will be heard So that damnation has an end That we´re prepared to return To leave the fear To leave the past To demand Satisfaction for our life at last Back from the fields Back from the past Back from the place The place you'd forgotten too fast Back from the moor Cold and wet Back from the fields The fields that we shall never forget People People in white People in black People run away People come back People dance People sleep People high People deep People live People die People laugh People cry People hurt People dream People think People scream I close my eyes Here's where I want to be Stripped and alone First and last and always me People listen People talk People run People walk People love People thrill People bore People kill People drive People fly People swear People lie People smoke People drink People write People sing The Salesman (What´s In A Name) Memories Offered for sale From beyond the pale Of mysteries Leeches Sucking your soul Tearing your whole Life into pieces Mr. Salesman I´ll pay anything To turn years Into youth And for a taste Of paradise I´m prepared To deny the truth What´s in a name You´ve got just yourself to blame The more you run away The more my poisoned thorn will stay A voice in the middle of the night "Now you´ve gotta pay the price For temptation you couldn´t resist I´m the muse and you are kissed" "Step right up, have a look" You will pay for what you took Step right up and have a look Some day you´ll pay for what you took Let the sirenes sing The thorn turns into a sting And for the devil's sake The sting turns into a stake He is on the road again Pay the salesman without name