The music of Bastian S.

1: These are, my love… 

We live, my love,

in stranger times than we've ever known

times unheard of

different from what we worked for

These are my love, times to freak

'cos now are walking

those that should only creep

oohhhh

and now they lead

(they do what they want, not what we need)

Can you hear, my love

in the distance, the drums of war

soon we will stand 

on the ruins of what once was

These days, my love

the weird has become the norm 

we know what's coming

yet we close our eyes and turn our heads

all while the worms and rats fatten up

and the creeps keep ruling, 

by law or by gun

Aaah

It could be worse, we could be alone

at least we've got each other

you can count on my support

For a shitsstorm's coming

one that will break the world apart 

no time for love

no time for art

. . . . 

[I see a madman beget more madmen, yet could I cure their madness not]

(Ollie's scorching solo!)
 

Maybe it's all my imagination, maybe I’m going mad

But the future seems bleak, 

no songs, no fiction, no poetry

while big brother and his brother

they feast like pigs

we are fed mindless numbness 

and spoiled feed

when you have to tighten belts and up the smarts

it's not a good time for arts

Maybe it's all my imagination, or maybe I'm going mad

but the future seems bleak, crisis, hardship, no relief

countries breaking apart, 

there will be deep wounds and lasting scars

when walking on shards

is not a good time for arts

Maybe it's all my imagination, maybe I'm going nuts

but the future seems bleak, famine, war, and disease 

a new world broken, right from the very start

where the sun kills and there's no art 

in this survival series 

we are all stars

You and I, we know what we know

and we know all this has happened before

let's go far away and start anew

let's find a cave, for me and you

You and I, let's stick together

let's go primitive, go wild together

forget what's what 

and who's who

art in our cave,

me and you

Maybe it's all my imagination

maybe it's all my imagination

or maybe I'm going mad

2: The blues of the one who looks 

Life, that old bitch

shows you many things

some make your heart sing

some make it sink

Today, all took for my heart to sink

was a journey on the bus

Forgot my book, window seat, 

such was my luck

Outside I looked 

and I got the blues

of the one who looks

I looked outside

and I got the blues

of the one who looks

… for my city was sick

boarded up shops, dirt, rust 

and if you really looked

the streets were full of ghosts, 

the ghosts of the unemployed, 

the homeless, the lost,

the ghosts of Christmas past

the ghosts of hunger yet to come

It was something we used to see in the news

now it gives us the blues

it's all over our shoes

oh, yeah

It was something we used to see in the news

now it gives us the blues

of the one who looks 

outside the window of a bus and sees…

Our dreams crashing down around 

before they can even fly

you know it when you see a guy like you and I

scavenging food from a garbage can, 

right in front of you, 

at the other side of the glass of a bus 

looking right at you

the hunger in his eyes

Was… something...

it was like a black hole

it sucked up my soul

can’t you see they’re people too?

Doesn't give you the blues

of the one who looks

3: Human, all too human

You worked, 

like me

for a better world than this

for an enlightened century

free of troubles, greed and myth

But today, like in the past

they keep coming out from the cracks

you know it in your guts

that things are not quite right

look around, look around

behold the unsightly, 

the ugly, the stark

stare at the face of the real bad and mad

be excellent to each other didn't catch on

humans all too human, 

full of anger, piss and bile

a tooth for a tooth, 

an eye for an eye

humans all too human, 

full of anger, piss and bile

all eating nettle soup, 

already blind 

Already blind

I've read the news today, oh boy

the words horror, terror, hunger, war

were splattered every other page 

just like thirty years ago

It's on the radio today

just like it was yesterday

government not doing enough

for its people, for the important stuff!

It's in the streets, out there

amongst the skeletons and the dirt

another fat cat didn't have enough rat

decided to take our part 

It was in a book I read, I swear

they arrest you for doing nothing truly wrong

for your ideas, for who you love

for singing different songs

It’s on tv, so it must be true 

it’s blackwhiteleftrightyesno

we've lost our fucking minds

I've gazed in my crystal ball

and you won’t be surprised to know

it ends up with us feeding

the ravens and the worms

because humans, 

all too human

we forgot 

we forgot to be human,...

human enough

humans, 

all too human

we forgot 

we forgot to be human...

human enough

(Child):The dust will settle,

then the rust

and the future will become past

and what lasted thousands of years

will be forgotten fast

4: All wild in the wild (voice by Paul E.)

Forgive this flight of fancy

this wond'ring like a child

what if we all answered 

the call of the wild?

back to nature, 

to live wild and free 

closer to nirvana 

and sustainability

We'll all be happy

in this paradise

no rat race, no money, 

no sacrifice (no 9-5!!!)

sharing water food n' fire

everyone in bliss and peace

a simpler life 

for you and me 

Unfortunately

for me and you 

that's not how the wild is

it's simply not true 

the wild is uncaring

the wild is cruel

wild times are coming

so run, you fools

eeeiio 

eeioh 

eeeioh, eieioh

wild times are coming

and only the wild will survive

survive

survive

survive

don't even think to thrive

the world I imagine 

all wild in the wild

is not Utopia 

it's the Lord of the flies

We'll have to learn to fight and hunt 

we'll have to plunder, farm and steal 

to defend ourselves 

to kill or be killed

scavenging for food and drink

survive on hopes, rely on wits

too many hyenas 

and no lion king

eeeiio 

eeioh

these are the best days of our lives 

eeeioh, eieioh

wild times are coming and only the wild will survive

This flight of fancy

this air filigree

was nothing but

a dream within a dream

but when I awoke

it was there, on tv

wild times are coming

for you and me

5: The art of going insane, the wrong way - Instrumental

6: The Thieves of Time

Here they come, here they come

through the cracks in your life 

The Thieves of Time

You know who they are

You know where they hide

they'll take over 

be terrified

Here they come, here they come

stealing your present

the thieves of time

they take from you

what you need the most

for a low price

and a high cost

Here they come, here they come

time flies around the Thieves of Time

they sense the brainrot

and the lack of strife

Nothing hurts more than the pain

of a wasted life

Here they are, here they are

never sated, The Thieves of Time

You know what they do

You know what they are

yet you call upon them

day and night

Here they are, here they are

now it's you against The Thieves of Time

they win when they take you

dead or alive

Nothing hurts more than the pain of a wasted life

Nothing hurts more than the pain of a wasted life

7: Falling
In the pointless pursuit of being myself

I used my music as wings

I tried to fly into the sky

against what's sane and wise
 

For a crazy moment I thought I could fly

yet like lead I was going down

I was falling at so much speed

that no one could see, me
 

[falling from space and past the ground]

And I'm still falling, falling free

free falling as far as the eye can see

Closer now, close

to the centre of the earth

into wisdom

where I'll crash and burn

But then I woke up

I woke up!

But the fall didn't stop 

falling,

still falling

and this time it's gonna hurt

falling,

still falling

and this time the crash and burn is gonna hurt

8: We forgot

Don't be deceived by what you see

the book, its cover, you and me

average Janes or Joes, yet

able, to give so much love

create so much beauty

or destroy

causing so much pain

(it's a) bit insane.... 

seems we forgot

aaaaa we forgot

we forgot to do the things you do 

when you are in love

we forgot to care 

we forgot to share

we forgot to kiss...

Every day less of us

more of you, more of I

we did the best we could

with what we had

I ask my shadow about these scars

......so many, yet no regrets

we learn from our mistakes 

and clean the dirt

then carry on

aaaa we forgot

aaaaa we forgot

we forgot to do the things you do when you are in love

you forgot how to listen, I forgot how to talk

we forgot that just words were not enough 

to cross the bridge over the rift 'tween you and I, 

we forgot how to dare or how to try

we forgot

we simply forgot

too late the warnings, too early the pain

You and I co-writing the art of going insane

'cos

humans all too human, we forgot

to be excellent to each other

so we could paaarty onnnnn

we forgot... 

aaaah we forgot

we forgot to do the things you do when you are in love

I forgot how to laugh, you forgot how to smile 

all the good between us 

replaced by bile

we forgot that we ever felt a spark inside 

our guts

we forgot to bleed when cut

9: Not a good time for arts (switch off)

when you have to tighten belts and up the smarts

it's not a good time for arts,

no

when walking on shards

is not a good time for arts.

No.