HATTLER – Sundae

Beschreibung

1. The Times We Never Had 4:20 (Hattler)
   
   Lyrics

   No fun, no pain – no loss, no gain

   Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
   Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
   Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
   Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – don’t feel sorry for me as we all love to suffer

   No sun, no snow – no run, no go
   No fun, no pain – no loss, no gain

   Don‘t you dare to mess up your sorrows – don‘t dare to recall all that sweet tomorrows
   Don’t you see the times gettin tougher – what a great day to say:

   Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
   Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
   Who’s sorry for that day we all went mad
   I’m sorry for the times we never had

   No sun, no rain – no loss, no gain

   Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
   Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
   Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
   Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – don’t feel sorry for me as we all love to suffer

   No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame

   Who’s sorry for the day you made me sad
   Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
   Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
   I’m sorry for the times we never had

   Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
   Don’t you feel that your time is gettin tougher – you gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
   Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
   Don’t you see thing are gettin tougher – i’m just hitting your face but that’s no reason to suffer

   Who’s sorry for the day you made me sad
   Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
   Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
   I’m sorry for the times we never had

   Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
   Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
   Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
   I’m sorry for the times we never had

   Fola Dada: voc., Juergen Schlachter: drums, Ali Neander: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: voc., basses.

2. Faking News 4:08 (Hattler)
   
   Lyrics

   I don’t wanna know what you think
   Fed up with paying attention
   Analyzing bricks doesn’t build a thing
   That’s all I have to mention

   Faking news makes me feel better
   As facing truth makes me feel mad

   Analysing past doesn’t make much sense
   While sitting on a cruising missile
   Finalizing things come to an end
   If you start to re-dial

   Faking news makes me feel better
   Reality is all too sad

   I don’t wanna want somebody
   To tell me that I want someone who…
   Who tells me what to think to make my day
   I don’t need to see somebody
   To show me how to wear my glasses
   That’s why I close my eyes and drift away…

   Faking news makes me feel better
   As facing you makes me feel mad

   I don’t wanna hear if you call
   Sensation’s not attraction
   Paralyzing bricks doesn’t pay no walls
   Better mind the intersection

   Faking news make things look better
   When facing truth makes you feel sad
   Having a clue does sometimes matter
   When breaking news just make you mad

   Fola Dada: voc., Martin Kasper: keys & programming, Oli Rubow: drums, Joo Kraus: trumpet, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

3. Sundae 07:04 7:04 (Hattler)
   
   Lyrics

   Saving my coins for a better day
   Brighten my stars for a Saturday
   Call me a sundae, waiting for someday
   Drowning in love on your birthday
   Smashing my phone on a Thursday
   Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday

   I’m fine all day but frying all night
   Time’s always late and out of sight
   You’re right: No light no bright

   Saving my words for a better day
   That brightens your world on a Saturday
   Call me a sundae, waiting for someday
   Drowning in love on a Thursday
   Who’s on the phone on your birthday?
   Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday

   Flying all day but dying all night
   Love’s way too great to be in sight
   You’re right: No light no sight

   Collecting ideas for Saturday
   Saving my fears for a better day
   Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday
   Scared to the bones on a Thursday
   Hide from your phone on your birthday
   Call me a sundae, freezed in for someday

   I’m fine all day but sighing all night
   No way to say “no land in sight”
   You’re right: No kite no hight
   Flying all day and dying all night
   Love’s way too grey to be in sight
   You’re right: No light no sight

   Fola Dada: voc., Oli Rubow: drums, Torsten de Winkel: e-sitar, Martin Kasper: keys, Juergen Schlachter: perc., Peter Musebrink: additional e-beats, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

4. Die blaue Frau 5:26 (Hattler)

   Torsten de Winkel: e-sitar, Moritz Müller: drums, Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

5. Acid Blues No.1 3:50 (Hattler)

   Torsten de Winkel: guit., Joo Kraus: horns, Martin Meixner: organ: Oli Rubow: drums, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

6. Pride 5:49 (Hattler)
   
   Lyrics

   I don’t care about your warnings

   As I don’t like the things you say
   I don’t want to be one’s dawning

   I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn those plans to
   Feed your soothing pride, i’ll dry my tears and sigh just to show i’m fine (and happy)

   my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how low’s the line

   Will you care about my warnings
   As you won’t hear the things I say
   Might have never been one’s dawning

   I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn all plans to
   Be your soothing bride, to dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy)

   my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how low’s the line

   I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn those plans to
   Feed each other’s pride, I won’t dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy)

   my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how wrong’s our line.

   I don’t care about your warnings
   As I don’t like the things you say
   I don’t want to be one’s dawning

   I just want to get away with all I am and all I have achieved so far and burn all plans to
   Feed your soothing pride, I won’t dry your tears or cry just to show i’m fine (and happy)

   my wings can’t make you fly, they won’t chase your fears or hide how wrong’s our line

   Fola Dada: voc, Ali Neander: guitars, Martin Kasper: keys & beats, Peter Musebrink: beats & sounds, Juergen Schlachter: perc., Hellmut Hattler: basses.

7. Silently Sliding 4:47 (Hattler)
   
   Lyrics

   Whatcha Wanna See If You’re on Your Knees
   While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
   What Would You Do If Weird Things Came True


   Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
   Whatcha Gonna Think If Your Hair Turned Pink
   While You Inhale the Stuff You Always Did Rely On
   And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
   Though You Never Ever Knew What the Hell to Do

   You’re Silently Sliding into My Heart
   Our Love Keeps Us Back from Falling Apart

   Whatcha Wanna See When You’re Your Knees
   While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
   Now What to Do If Fake News Came True
   Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
   Whatcha Gonna Find If the World Turned Blind


   While You Leave the Cloud You’ve Been Always Sitting On


   And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
   Though You Never Knew What the Hell to Do

   You’re Silently Sliding into My Love
   I’m Silently Sliding into Above

   Whatcha Wanna See If You’re on Your Knees
   While You Bite the Dust You’ve Been Always Moving On
   What Would You Do If Weird Things Came True


   Though You Always Knew What the Hell to Do
   Whatcha Gonna Think If Your Hair Turned Pink
   While You Inhale the Stuff You Always Did Rely On
   And What You’ll Do If Red Dreams Turned Blue
   Though You Never Ever Knew What the Hell to Do

   You’re Silently Sliding into My Heart
   Our Love Keeps Us Back from Falling Apart

   Whatcha Gonna Find If the World Turned Blind


   While You Leave the Cloud You’ve Been Always Sitting On


   So What to Do If All Your Dreams Came True


   Though You Never Knew What the Hell to Do

   Fola Dada: voc., Juergen Schlachter: drums, Torsten de Winkel: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Ali Neander: guit., Hellmut Hattler: voc., basses.

8. Call 6:21 (Hattler/Musebrink)

   Peter Musebrink: beats and sounds, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

9. Random Conversation 5:12 (Hattler/Musebrink)
   
   Lyrics

   I did never care too much ‘bout dangers
   Parental warnings to the contrary – and not to cause sensation
   They said I shouldn’t talk to stangers
   What if we wouldn’t have been open to some random conversation?

   I did never care too much ‘bout dangers
   Parental warnings to the contrary – and not to cause sensation
   They said I shouldn’t talk to stangers
   What if we wouldn’t have been open to some random conversation?

   Peter Musebrink: beats & sound shaping, Fola Dada: voc, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

10. Rotten Rolls 2:46 (Hattler)
    
    Lyrics

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
    Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
    Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
    Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
    Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
    Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls
    Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll

    Wash you face – play some dirty bass – wash you face
    Wash you face – play some dirty bass

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll

    Where’s your goal you forgotten soul, get out of your hole
    Wash your face, play some dirty bass and eat your rotten roll
    Make my day this is all I say out of my goldfish bowl
    Break no bones, putting on your phones and eat your rotten rolls

    Wash you face, play some dirty bass and chew that rotten roll
    Wash you face …

    Oli Rubow: drums, Joo Kraus: horns & voc., Hellmut Hattler: basses & voc.

11. Anaheim Jive 3:08 (Hattler)

    Oli Rubow: drums, Joo Kraus: horns, Torsten de Winkel: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

12. Lieblingslied 5:07 (Hattler)

    Joo Kraus: Fluegelhorn, Martin Kasper: grand piano, Andrea Staton, Consuelo Valdes: violin, Maria Braun: viola, Anne Schuhmacher: violoncello, Oli Rubow: drums, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

13. Can We Run 5:00 (Hattler/Musebrink/Lilja)
    
    Lyrics

    You’re trapped in the wheel
    Created games
    And all we would do is run alone
    A silent stream of something real
    A long gone memory of a dream

    Never liked this fucking weather
    Didn’t care about messy weekends
    These tangles are holding me down

    Can we run, can we run
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    You’re on the road
    You feel it coming
    Like an old best friend’s laugh it’s contagious

    Oh, does it make you happy?
    Can’t you really feel it
    Or can we just leave it behind?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Can we run, can we run?
    Can we run away
    Pretending we could stay?

    Sebastian Lilja: voc, Peter Musebrink: sound shaping, Hellmut Hattler: basses.

14. No Bass No Fame (The Times We Never Had – Reprise)3:18 (Hattler)
    
    Lyrics

    No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – u gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Don‘t you dare to mess up your sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all that sweet tomorrows
    Don’t you see the times gettin tough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found your dad
    Who’s sorry for that day we all went mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Don‘t you dare to mess up my sorrows – don‘t dare to bring back all of my bright tomorrows
    Don’t you feel that times gettin tougher – you gotta tolerate that I gonna make you suffer
    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    No bass, no fame – no guns, no shame

    Don‘t you dare to walk onto my shadow – don’t dare to get out of my sweet little ghetto
    Don’t you see that things are gettin rough – what a great day to say:

    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had
    Who’s sorry for the days you made me sad
    Who’s sorry for the night I found you dead
    Who’s sorry for that day we all turned mad
    I’m sorry for the times we never had

    Fola Dada: voc., Juergen Schlachter: drums, Ali Neander: guit., Martin Kasper: keys, Hellmut Hattler: voc., basses.