1. |
Reaching The Shore
04:07
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Listen to the sound of the trucks rolling home
big engine pounds a few moments later it´s gone
Listen to the song that the radio plays
A romantical tune it conjures a smile on your face
It tells you a story ´bout life and a home
And a place where you don´t have to run anymore
Now listen to me as I sing you my song `bout reaching the shore.
Listen to the sound of the wind round the house Fooling around brings a warm breeze from the south
Listen to the song of the birds in the trees
Can´t do no wrong living so wild and so free
It tells you a story ´bout love and a home
And a time when you don´t have to run anymore
Now listen to me as I sing you my song `bout reaching the shore.
When I listen to you at the end of the day
Talking about all the treasures we found on our way
When I look at your smile feel the love in my heart
Time stops a while time can´t tear us apart
This is a story ´bout love and a home
And a place where I don´t have to run anymore
Now listen to me as I sing you my song `bout reaching the shore.
This is a story ´bout love and a home
And a place where I don´t have to run anymore
Now listen to me as I sing you my song `bout reaching the shore.
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2. |
To The Waterside
03:35
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C’mon let’s go down to the waterside
where we often used to be
sit and watchin as the sailboats glide
through the white crests of the sea
Let’s take a walk along the seaside quay
when the tide is coming in
smell the taste of the salty spray
and feel the changing ways of the wind
To the waterside where the sailboats glide
where the changing tide is never far
where the clear blue light gives an endless sight
and noone knows and noone cares what we are
C’mon let’s go down to this wonderland
where a fire is sinking in the sea
I wanna walk with you along the strand
hand in hand just you and me
C’mon my love let us waste no time
let’s pack our bags and get away
what we need is some peace of mind
and the coastline and the spray
To the waterside where the sailboats glide
where the changing tide is never far
where the clear blue light gives an endless sight
and noone knows and noone cares what we are
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3. |
Dreamstone
04:51
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Yes, I can still recall when we were walking
Those silent days of fall summer so far gone
a pale light on the ocean the world was out of reach
and there on the beach we found a dreamstone.
Yes you saw it first and we stopped talking
out on this windy coast we were all alone
a stone with a shape of heart yellow, red, with dots of black
and it was me who said this is a dreamstone.
Never thought that stones have magic never, anywhere
but sure there was a lot of magic in the way we found it there
It was not so small and still some miles to go
but no doubt at all we had to take it home
so we carried it all the way sometimes you and sometimes me
and it was clear to see this is a dreamstone.
Never thought that stones have magic never, anywhere
but sure there was a lot of magic in the way we found it there
Now it’s lying here on the edge of our front-porch
maybe for a hundred years given to our home
and whenever we feel some sadness and need someone who cares
we can meet out there this is a dreamstone …
and whenever you feel some sadness
and need someone who cares
you will find me there
this is a dreamstone …
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4. |
Simple Tune
02:48
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Out there in the wilderness of this bustling life
Out there in the darkness where the sun don’t really shines
So many threatening dangers waiting behind the door
So few guardian angels who would look out for …..
… my love show me you care
cause oh my love It’s a cold wind that’s blowing out there
And Oh my love I’ll show you I care
‘cause oh my love It’s a cold wind that’s blowing out there
So my love let’s close the door locking out all that fuss
Caring about the threats no more better caring about us
Let’s do the things that lovers do in the pale light of the moon
Listen to a song I wrote for you and a simple tune
… my love show me you care
cause oh my love It’s a cold wind that’s blowing out there
And Oh my love I’ll show you I care
‘cause oh my love It’s a cold wind that’s blowing out there
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5. |
Life Of My Own
04:50
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I remember my old man he told me my son
Wherever you go then try to stay on your own way
Don’t turn your back on the door
Find a life of your own so they can fool you no more
So I started searching for life’s an endless school
Priests and politicians and whispering fools to tell you
What this life is for
I need a life of my own so they can fool me no more.
So I left my hometown and I found new friends
Looking for own truth, digging with own hands to find out
What this life is for
Looking for a life of my own so they can fool me no more
Cold-hearted ladies with beautiful lies
They were tryin to fool me behind the disguise of love
That’s not what love is for
I found a love of my own now they can hurt me no more
I remember my old man what he said to his son
I’m singing my own songs and my old man is gone so long
But he opened the door
I got a life of my own, now they can fool me no more.
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6. |
What Does It Take
03:10
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What does it take to be a lucky one
what does it take to be your own friend
is it money is it love is it guidance from above
that really matters in the end
On the french atlantic shore
under the pine trees of Carcans
once again I`m asking for
what I need and what I don`t …
Do I need a fancy hotel room
do I need a waiter I can call
we were dining in the sand
we were sleeping in a tent
what does really matter most of all?
Do I need the daily TV-news
`bout some election in a foreign land
while we were sitting under stars
listen to the sound of my guitar
what does really matter in the and?
On the french atlantic shore
under the pine trees of Carcans
once again I`m asking for
what I need and what I don`t …
Standing on the phare de Cap Feret
looking over bassin de arcachon
not only echoes from the past
but feelings that will last
more than a summer long.
What does it take to rest deep in yourself
when the final curtains fall
is it glory, is it fame
is it an unforgotten name
that really matters most of all?
On the french atlantic shore
under the pine trees of Carcans
once again I`m asking for
what I need and what I don`t …
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7. |
Waiting Just For You
04:21
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Hello my little girl welcome to the world
Such a joy to see your smiling face
We were thinking about you for longer than we knew
And finally you’re here to find your place
This world needs your laughter, this world needs your smile
And some of your sweet dreams to come true
We need you to look after this world for just a while
Welcome little girl we were waiting just for you
Hello my little boy this world is not a toy
But really not as serious as they say
Let your heart be your guide but keep your eyes open wide
And don’t let the grumblers stand in your way
‘Cause this world needs your laughter this world needs your smile
And some of your wild dreams to come true
We need you to look after this world for just a while
Welcome little boy we were waiting just for you
Hello my little child you’re here for just a while
Long enough to leave a mark on here
Listen what the elders say then go and find your own way
And don’t let them block you with their fears
‘Cause this world needs your laughter this world needs your smile
And some of your brave dreams to come true
We need you to look after this world for just a while
Welcome little child we were waiting just for you
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8. |
When our love shines
05:00
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We got a house it’s built of stone
Near a river that is calmly flowing
We have a garden with some apple trees
We got our moments and we got a mystery …
Cause sometimes the river is standing still
And our house turns to a castle on a hill
And the garden to palace grounds of elder times
And my lady to a princess when our love shines …
We got our jobs sometimes hard to do
We got our children so good and true
we got a tabby cat climbing up the trees (hunting honey bees)
We got our moments and we got a mystery …
Cause sometimes the river is standing still
And our house turns to a castle on a hill
And the garden to palace grounds of elder times
And my lady to a princess when our love shines …
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9. |
Light On The Horizon
04:01
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This song is just for you who’s living in my heart
Without you nothing would be the same
In my storybook you play the leading part
And on my fire you’re the keeper of the flame
This song is just for you my lover and my friend
You are my shelter from the rain
With your love I will discover no man’s land
Without your love I would sail the seas in vain
‘cause your love is like a light on the horizon in the morning
A lighthouse on my stormy sea
On the darkest sky there’s still a silver lining
In the darkest night (there’s) a harbour light for me.
This song is just for you‘cause words are not enough
And feelings are not easy to explain
If freedom means to live without your love
I’d would choose the sweetness of your chain
‘ cause your love is like a light on the horizon in the morning
A lighthouse on my stormy sea
On the darkest sky there’s still a silver lining
In the darkest night (there’s) a harbour light for me.
This song is just for you who are living in my heart
Without you nothing would be the same
In my storybook you play the leading part
And on my fire you’re the keeper of the flame
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10. |
My Father's Heart
04:42
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There are five guitars in our living room
Each of them is a shining star
But one of them is a special one
Straight from my fathers heart.
I can still recall when he got 45
There were birthday songs and birthday cards
And this guitar from some good old friends
It hit straight into my father´s heart
My fathers heart shone like a diamond
Could lighten up a room when he came in
And he played his part … he kept on smiling
And I was proud as hell to be with him.
He always liked the simple tunes
And he never played like a Nashville star
But the melodies of his lifetime dreams
They came straight from my fathers heart.
I´ll never forget those silent Christmas days
I went home no way too far
And when we played all these holy stuff
Tears of joy from my fathers heart
My fathers heart shone like a diamond
And I seldom heard the diamond sigh
He played his part …. He kept on smiling
and our short time was passing by.
And he kept on playing even when his days were done
when the end was no more far
And sometimes at night I still hear him playing
I hear songs from my fathers heart.
There are five guitars in our living room
And one of them is my secret star
It`s a compass when I need a guide
Straight from my fathers heart
My fathers heart shone like a diamond
And I never saw the diamond cry
He played his part … he kept on smiling
Even when his life had passed him by.
There are five guitars in our living room
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11. |
In Between
03:18
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Sometimes I look at the covers of my old records
just like a book but you have to read it backwards
‘bout roads you took `bout faded dreams and efforts of yesterday.
Just like a journey to almost forgotten places
Every page you turn reminds you of well known faces
A lesson to learn about the hidden traces on your way.
And it’s a long road from where it all began
And in between there were many dues to pay
And a long road to where it all will end
but in between there are many songs to play in between.
I can still remember I got my first record player
in my small chamber listening all night and day
in these days of November I started drifting away in my dreams.
Now in between forty years are gone
And it might seemthe little boy is grown
But some of the dreams and most of them old songs
they’re still the same.
And it’s a long road from where it all began
And in between there were many dues to pay
And a long road to where it all will end
but in between there are many songs to play in between.
Sometimes I look at the covers of my old records
just like a book but you have to read it backwards
‘bout roads you took `bout faded dreams and efforts of yesterday.
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12. |
Dreams Are The Premise
04:04
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I was born in a coal mining town
grew up between funnels and stone
I had to learn some rules of the backstreets
but in my heart it felt like a home
My first money I made at a power house
I spent it for my red motor bike
Riding through the streets of my hometown
I dreamed what it would be like to leave home.
Dreams are the premise to wake up
to wake up is the premise of going
going is the premise of changes
changes are the premise to find the way home.
I moved to a house in the country
mighty walls and three colour TVs
high fences all around the garden
but it felt like a homestead for me
By and by the house it got colder
until I was chilled to the bone
I was running through the woods and the valleys
dreaming what it would be like to leave home.
Dreams are the premise to wake up
to wake up is the premise of going
going is the premise of changes
changes are the premise to find the way home
I dreamed that I would be a singer
singing these songs of my own
and I dreamed that I could be a lover
loving the one I have found on my way home.
Dreams are the premise to wake up
to wake up is the premise of going
going is the premise of changes
changes are the premise to find the way home.
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13. |
Miles And Miles
03:02
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Miles and miles miles and miles
miles and miles miles and miles
It was a good and peaceful time
on the beaches of Carcans
but finally we`re on our way back home
Nearly 1000 miles to go boring music on the radio
think it´s time for another highway song.
Miles and miles miles and miles
miles and miles miles and miles
Field of yellow, fields of green
an imagenery scene
chateaus and vinyards along the motorway
My eyes and heart are opened wide
got my loved one by my side
looking forward to another loving day.
Miles and miles miles and miles
miles and miles miles and miles
Maybe sometimes I don`t know what I could say
But I`m thankful that you`re with me on my way …..
So many miles that we have done
since our new life has begun
maybe too many but I can`t get enough
Many treasures left to earn
so much living left to learn
it`s not always perfect but it`s love.
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Miles and miles miles and miles
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14. |
Long Road To Love
04:12
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There’s no more need for feeling sad
there’s no more time to get the blues
after all the doubts we had
after all that we’ve been through
mmmmmm on the long road to love
Is it really only six years ago that I’ve been down on the ground
No place to hide, no place to go no home where I’m bound
Was it by fortune or was it by chance the road that led me to you
and it was the laughter in your eyes that hit me out of the blue
There’s no more need for feeling sad (no more tears)
No more time to get the blues (don’t get the blues)
after all the doubts we had (no more fears)
after all that we’ve been through (now that we’re through)
mmmmmm on the long road to love
We have found a place of our own in this shire of green
We turned it from a house to a home build on our dreams
The sound of the clock on the wall the rhythm of the falling rain
the season when the cuckoos call everything has changed
There’s no more need for feeling sad (no more tears)
No more time to get the blues (don’t get the blues)
after all the doubts we had (no more fears)
after all that we’ve been through (now that we’re through)
mmmmmm on the long road to love
The sound of the clock on the wall the rhythm of the falling rain
the season when the cuckoos call everything has changed
There’s no more need for feeling sad (no more tears)
No more time to get the blues (don’t get the blues)
after all the doubts we had (no more fears)
after all that we’ve been through (now that we’re through)
mmmmmm on the long road to love
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15. |
Steam Engine Song
04:11
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I remember the days of the engines of steam
rolling down the tracks with the young men’s dream
The engines deep-black and the wagons dirty-green roll along
I stood on the balcony of our tenement home
Clouds of white smoke as the train rumbled on
My father he told me where the loads were coming from on and on
So many stories that used to be told
So many trainloads that used to be sold
So many memories from these days of old
Are they gone, are they really gone ?
I remember the mountains of coal on the street
Dust in our hair, dust under our feet
And at night we listened to the steam engine’s beat roll along
Now I’m living with you on our own piece of land
In a house that they built when the railway was planned
When I look out of the window I can watch them againhere they come
A train’s rolling calmly through our valley of green
Powered by current that replaced the steam
But still it’s conducted by hopes and by dreams keep rolling on
So many stories that used to be told
So many charges that used to be sold
So many dreams that never grow old
They are not gone, not really gone
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16. |
Unwritable Song
04:09
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I sat down to write a song at the end of an endless day
Tryin to get some rubbish out of my head
So I picked some minor chords on my black and old guitar
always good for songs sounding a little sad
There was a firework on my brain but nothing really seems to fit
You can’t get it right when anything is wrong
So I laid down my guitar and started thinking about it
what does it take to write a song?
A good song's just like amber
it`s very hard to find
almost only with the highest tide
or when strong winds are blowing
through the dark caves of your mind
where love and loss are living side by side
So I sat down in the garden maybe talking to the trees
always good for some of my favourite lines
`bout the shadows of the past and the way back to harmony
about nature and its symbols and its signs
But there was silence all around no wind, no birds, no rain
at this moment all rhyme and reason there were gone
So I laid down my guitar to think about it once again
what does it take to write a song?
A good song's just like amber
it`s very hard to find
almost only with the highest tide
or when strong winds are blowing
through the dark caves of your mind
where love and loss are living side by side
Finally I went back inside and sat down on the floor
to have a coffee and to rest a while
and downstairs came my lady walking through the kitchen door
with her love, her caring and her smile
“What about your day?” she asked I said “Nothing but a mess” …
“but what`s done is done now that `m back home”
So I took up my guitar picked some major chords
started writing down this unwritable song.
A good song's just like amber
it`s very hard to find
almost only with the highest tide
or when strong winds are blowing
through the dark caves of your mind
where love and loss are living side by side
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17. |
Driver's Lament
04:01
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Wind’s blowing down the alley bending the trees
and a heavy rain is falling on the black and slippery street
Windshield wipers are slappin but there’s nearly nothing to see
But all of these barriers they don’t mean nothing to me.
Passing the badlands covered with dusty old stones
And there's a graveyard full of rusty old bones
There’s nothing to hold me that keeps me from driving on
I gotta get through this dirty town I gotta get home.
Now the sun is slowly sinking in the western sky
There’s a fire on the horizon and it’s blinding my eyes
And in the darkened shadows I hear an angel sigh
Come on home my darling as fast as you can fly.
Come on home try baby try
Come on home my darling as fast as you can fly.
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18. |
Freedom Fighter
05:27
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Sometimes when I watch the news
and see hungry eyes in a young boy’s face
I can’t help to remember
a strange encounter of my college days
The day was filled with seminars
and discussions about poverty and pain - once again
and finally I missed the bus
and I walked home in the rain
I was walking down the boulevards
with pretty shops and precious restaurants
eventually I lost my way
in the sparkling streets of a rich-man’s land
A young boy was sitting on the sidewalk
a faded baseball-cap in his hand - begging for a cent
he was starring into the nothingness
and me I was trying to unterstand
I said Hey boy what’s your name
and he looked up into the pouring rain
and Hey boy it’s such a shame
and the little man he looked down again
For a moment he said nothing
I held my umbrella right above his head
Then I asked him for his name again
“Asimov” that was all he said
And I asked him “Are you Russian?”
and “Do you like the science fiction writer?” - mmm
And I moaned “How could you come this far?”
another man’s freedom fighter
After a moment of silence
he looked up again and starred into my eyes
“Hey what are you going to give me?
Some money, some food or some lies?”
“I don’t know nothing about science-books
but I’m hungry each and every day - nothing more to say
I dug through my pockets nervously
dropped a coin and walked away
I said Hey boy what’s your name
and he looked up into the pouring rain
and Hey boy it’s such a shame
and the little man he looked down again
I’ d liked to give him shelter
set him straight and show him that I care
So two or three day later
I went back to this placebut Asimov wasn’t there
And now, so many years later
the petty story still is on my mind - from time to time
Maybe a lesson ‘bout poverty
but surely ‘bout vanity and pride
I said Hey boy what’s your name
and he looked up into the pouring rain
and Hey boy it’s such a shame
and the little man he looked down again
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19. |
The Way Home
03:24
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Klaus Adamaschek & Shiregreen Rotenburg An Der Fulda, Germany
Klaus Adamaschek touches his audience with intelligent songwriting, a charismatic voice and deep thoughts. Musically, he combines influences from American folk, rock and country music with the classic German singer-songwriter tradition. Klaus Adamaschek has already released 14 albums as a solo artist and also with his Shiregreen Band. His songs and albums are highly praised by the critics. ... more
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