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Lost Grounds
04:12
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i walk on streets we used to walk years ago when we were young
but everything seems different now that so many are so long gone
i grew up on lost grounds back then i did not know
that all my glories and defeats are all just here to go
i remember burning rings of fire and flames that went higher
but burned down to the ground they left nothing but desire
on lost grounds
we sold our souls, our hopes and dreams to those who break our hearts
we lost our fathers and our heroes and we traded them for ghosts
and you trade passion for all the proven wrong, silent lips where we once sang along
well if the money is all you got, than it aint a lot
i remember burning rings of fire and flames that went higher
but burned down to the ground they left nothing but desire
on lost grounds
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2. |
Music Saves
03:28
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i walk through crowded cities
but i feel lost and i feel alone
i don't know a thing to do with myself
out here on my own
all my well known stories
i just can't tell no more
like a poet without words,
yeah i am a poet without words
but i got a rag full of records,
a thousand times it saved my life
all those bands and all those chords i trust,
music saved my life.
i've got a million songs in my mind
but not a single melody
i dream in pretty pictures
but i am too blind to see
i've got all those words in my mind
but i don't know what to say
i can see all those coulours
but for me they're all just black and grey.
but i got a rag full of records,
a thousand times it saved my life
all those bands and all those chords i trust,
music saved my life.
i sold my soul to these chords i trust
i sold my soul to these chords i trust
i sold my soul to these chords i trust
i sold my soul to the trusty chords.
but i got a rag full of records,
a thousand times it saved my life
all those bands and all those chords i trust,
music saved my life.
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3. |
For The Fame
02:04
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when i ask you "what is music?"
and you say music is your life,
i feel like i could cry,
because that's such a shameless lie
music is your job,
just an ordinary good
you're just feeding the masses
and in the end it's just fast-food.
don't ask me for opinion if you don't want to know
don't ask me for a reason that you already should know
this isn't just a beat and this isn't about girls
these are not just rhymes and words, this means the world.
you travel around the world
and all the seven seas
when did you lose your heart,
out there on the streets?
what started as excitement
is now just a game
someday i will write a song about you,
headline: for the fame.
don't ask me for opinion if you don't want to know
don't ask me for a reason that you already should know
this isn't just a beat and this isn't about girls
these are not just rhymes and words, this means the world.
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4. |
Walk On
03:04
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you had some hard times lately,
i can see it in your face
man and you know,
sad eyes never lie.
i know it ain't easy,
i know your faith is gone
but man, you will never ever walk alone.
just walk on.
i know how you feel,
i have been there too.
and i still remeber,
just like you.
the future looks dark
with your heart cut in two
i know it is lonely
in a room with no view.
just walk on,
and you'll never walk alone.
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for every right, there is a wrong
for every feeling, there is a song
for every kiss a broken heart
for every end a brandnew start
for every winner, there is a loser
for every ride a dead-end cruiser
for every old, there's something new
for every me, there is a you
for every social, there's a d.
and you mean everything to me
i am the rooftop where you're falling
i am london, when you're calling
for every truth, there is a lie
for every hello a goodbye
for every queen a king of fools
every command a broken rule
for every dark, there's something light
for every day another night
for every hit an oh-so-near
and when you go i wish you were here
for every social, there's a d.
and you mean everything to me
i am the rooftop where you're falling
i am london, when you're calling
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6. |
Far Away Graceland
03:30
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i am walking downtown, i am lonely and i am bored
life is getting weird and i don't want no more
i don't know where i am going and i don't think that i care
lonely people on the streets every-fucking-where.
i am walking down the boulevard of broken dreams
i wonder why nothing`s as it seems
i am waiting at her door, I wish that I could stay
but Graceland is so damn far away.
what once was burning love is now the hell on earth,
i hate her and the day of her birth
i am scared, I am drunk, I am sad and broken down
all the places that I loved I now go underground.
i am walking down the boulevard of broken dreams
i wonder why nothing`s as it seems
i am waiting at her door, I wish that I could stay
but Graceland is so damn far away.
i am still in love with her but now i am walking all alone,
she is so cold, her heart turned to a stone
so here I am now and I try to understand,
why do all the good things always have to end.
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7. |
No Need To Be True
03:04
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in my hometown I met her that night,
she said: „sort this things out and get everything right.
believe it or not, baby I bleed for you.
despite what you`ve been told it is true.“
and all the city lights that seemed to shine so bright
got dark, darker than the night.
she stared at me and she smiled
and I knew that she just lied.
she whispered in my ear not to let them know
that she ran into the wrong direction
and so she pushed on and on, though she knew she was wrong.
but now she is old and wise, she realised I am right.
and all the city lights that seemed to shine so bright
got dark, darker than the night.
she stared at me and she smiled
and I knew that she just lied.
i don`t belong here with her arms around my shoulder.
„for all wrongs in your youth, you gotta pay when you`re older“
she said and I said that I am still young,
„there is no need to be true, I want nothing from you.“
and all the city lights that seemed to shine so bright
got dark, darker than the night.
she stared at me and she smiled
and I knew she'll always lie.
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8. |
My Last Words Written
04:09
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it`s a cold and rainy night in the middle of nowhere,
it is dark not even moonlight shining.
my pen scratches on a plain white paper,
like a needle on a record that is broken.
broken like I am.
i`ve got a feeling like something is missing,
something that haunts me all night.
i don`t know what it is and I can`t call it a name,
but something is just not right.
i am running all my life and I am really getting tired,
because nothing ever changes down here.
i am so out of sound, I lost my grip to the floor.
i even forgot what I was looking for.
i`ve got a feeling like something is missing,
something that haunts me all night.
i don`t know what it is and I can`t call it a name,
but something is just not right.
i don`t know what`s right,
i don`t know what`s wrong,
I don`t know who to trust.
everything I thought I know lately falls apart.
no, I can`t run no more and
i don`t know what for.
what for?!
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Claus Kaputto Wien, Austria
Der Singer/Songwriter Claus Kaputto trat erstmals im Herbst 2011 in Erscheinung um seine melancholischen Lieder über die Liebe und das Leben mit der Öffentlichkeit zu teilen. Nach einigen Solo-Konzerten beschloss er jedoch, mit Flo Klug einen zweiten Gitarristen an Bord zu holen, und THE TRUSTY CHORDS ins Leben zu rufen. ... more
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