Alle Songs: Copyright by Generation Head Up

A Place Inside

This grey day I was going to this place

Hearing all these voices inside my head

Yesterday I saw what happened when I loose

control I think I lost myself

Jeany`s goin` down and tries to build this wonder

Oh yes I`m calling

Jeany`s goin` down and tries to build this wonder

Oh yes I`m calling

...I was going to this place

Fighting all these voices inside my head

Cause I know what happens when I loose

Control I think I lost myself

Moving, dancing round and I am trying

Seeing if inside there is a spy in

Wait and see what happens when this man is trying to

hunt you down inside this place

Black Sheep

It was late in the evening when I tried to go

Something was missing the track I had to follow

Some kind of color some kind of light

Maybe it was green and blue and white

Thinking of one of the best days

Like one of the best days

Like one of the best days of all our lives

One of the best, one of the best

One of the best days of all our lives

Days............one of the best days of all our lives

Days............one of the best days of all our lives

Next day I was sleeping but rather I tried

Just counting white sheep for quite a while

But there was a black one in front of the flock

Looking at me with its red horns and smiles

Not one of the best days

But one of the best days

Like one of the best days of all our lives

One of the best, one of the best

One of the best days of all our lives

Days............one of the best days of all our lives

Days............one of the best days of all our lives

Last Station

Standing in the cloud

Waiting for the sun

Don`t know what to do

Running to the sea

No more year

Head on head on here. This moment it is there

And you realize again that the past won`t disappear

Head on head on here. And you`re going out to see,

that you`re standing at the station and no train, no train

You stole my dream //

I was down there on the loose and don`t know what to do

Running just around and don`t know what to do

Running just around and it was hip hop on the loose..... Here we go

Mission To Mars

Lately I was thinking which way I should go

My scenery is changing now

This day is perfect I could stay in bed

Maybe one day we all leave

-Always growing, means distruction in the end

-Is this the meaning, that it is snowing in summertime

Maybe we could start a new life out on mars

Accept my vision take this chance

This aint`t no solution I wanna stay here

One of us is losing now

-Always growing, means distruction in the end

-Is this the meaning, that it is snowing in summertime

Here I am. I start the engines now.

And I wonder which way we are going to.

And I wonder and I wonder, I wonder and I wonder...

(Everyday it`s snowing)

They tried so hard and they worked so hard on the interstate to mars

Same day we`re arriving, oh but what a shame.

Already somebody there

And they said to us with a smile on their faces

Here you can buy your return flight

Down there down there down there and I`m flying past the

moon // I ́m going to outer

space // I wish to be with you

// and the radio signal low

Standing Outside

Standing outside, standing outside. I am going nowhere

I can`t see you. You can`t see me. Nothing to say

Standing outside, standing outside. I am going nowhere

I can`t see you. You can`t see me. Nothing

But there is someone waiting for someone

He believes in you and he believes in me

I cannot go cause I am so hurt

I cannot see cause I am not free

When I start to fire in my lack of power

Like a dust gun in this great place

Take me down there, bring me down there

It`s not like years before

I`m not free. I`m not free. I`m not free inside this land...

You were there, you blamed it all. You had a hard time

But much too long I stood it all, addicted to my mind

I will be free, I will be free, but in another kind

Please have a look, please have a look, to far far behind

Next day we burnt it

Next day we burnt it

We burnt our house. We burnt our house. We burnt our house

Next day we burnt it

We burnt our house. We burnt our house. We burnt our house

But there is someone

Next day we burnt it. Waiting for someone

Next day we burnt it. (But there is someone...)

Fire in the house

Stop

Going out here again

Getting in this secret place

Seeing that you are disgraced

And these thoughts are in vain

Stop - and I`m trying not to speak

Stop – and I`m trying not to see

Stop – and I`m trying not to speak

Stop – but these thoughts come back again

No way – standing still. No way – standing still

No way. Standing still, so still

Holding out in devils hand

Or face the truth and you may see

It won`t be the promised land

But a better place to learn

Turn The Light On

It was midnight in detroit

And the eighties are still here

You keep walking through the night

Just the dark side of the town

With a harlem kind of sound

By the whitest guy alive

And the choice was made

For the darkside of the night

You were walking down

While we didn`t get the sound

Must have been so blind

Inside the discolight

With trousers just so bright

By the whitest guy alive

And the choice was made

For the darkside of the night

Going to your room

take the running shoes in blue and run as fast as you can

Or ride the stolen car

let the engine roaring off and hit the road so hard

Turn the light on, turn the light on

Just escaping from this dream

Turn the light on, turn the light on

Stop this nightmare rightaway

Many ruined days, rotten, rough things...

Still inside our hearts

White Money

moving in the scene looking just so grey

everyday I see nothing more to say

to this place we go guy in the wheelchair steers

moving money round from bottom up to top

from this day we know I believe

on this day we feel our release

see a movie screen from this suitcase there

and I like it here another movie scene

everyone can see white money from delaware

and a palm beach tree british virgin i.

from this day we know I believe

on this day we feel our release

See this man with the suitcase there, it`s full of money going

anywhere, it`s yours...

He`s the keeper of the banks, dirty money running through his hands,

it`s yours...

I... can see, it’s all about our needs

just like the usual show with this german guy

high powered wheelchair wheels and morally speech

but when you think about just a little greed

are you really free a justice homemade sea

from this day we know I believe

on this day we feel our release

See this man with the suitcase there, it`s full of money going anywhere