CD: ALWARO : SOUNDTRACK

Music: Peter Beechwood

Lyrics: Peter Froböse

WARDANCE

Brother, where are you now? Oh, bloodbrother!

Where are you now?

Time kept running. Always will. Time is hurrying. Your life to kill.

Minute by minute. Day by day. Weak by week.  The time away.

No matter how you will get into. No time to say:

“ Enough! I’m through! “

Could even waste the life away. By livin’ blue from day to day.

Moments fade like melting ice.  Moments fall like falling dice.

The keeper hides his cards from you.

No matter what you try to do.

Brother, where are you now?

ALWARO

Our universe, made by the highest intelligence

Which is ruled by a reason, that obliges us to multiply our knowledge.

Maybe the biggest sin is not to use our talents

And abilities that are given to us by this higher intelligence.

WESTWARDS!

I’m going westwards

I want to be /  I want to see /  so far to go  /  I want to know

GONE TOO FAR

Gone too far …

You planned it all so carefull!  You’ve seen your way.

You know, what you are doing. But you find out today

Something’s wrong in the way you planned this all.

You’ve gone too far.

Look outside your window! There’s no moon.

Light of day won’t help you out too soon.

Take a walk in the park to come down.

There is silence and darkness all around.

There’s no light in the night, there’s no star.

You gone too far!

And suddenly you find out who you are

But you’ve gone too far.

42 RUN

Deep inside you feel the way you have to go

And sometimes, believe me – it’s a long, long run.

Sometimes I feel so … lonely

But then … I let the music take me where ever I want.

Sometimes I sit and wonder. Sometimes I shake my head.

Sometimes I dream of wonders. Sometimes I understand.

Sometimes I feel so crazy. Sometimes I feel so good.

Sometimes I feel so lazy. Sometimes more than I should.

You got to walk the way you feel you have to walk

And when you’re finally here, it’s fine, so fine.

H.S.M.Y.P. ( Honi Soit Mal Y Pense )

First I was infected by the radio.

The Beatles sang, they want To Hold Your Hand

   (Yeah! Yeah! Yeah!)

Later got progressive, Hardrock rocks me so

The Zeppelin started to a higher end

   (I can’t quit you, baby!)

Blues & Jazz, Progressive, Country, Folk & Swing

Learn by doing. Cover. Learn by ear.

Mix it all together. It’s a lifetime-thing.

Sooner or later you will be come so near.

Strings & keys & drums, percussion, words & voice

Cables, wood & metal & electric toys

Ideas. Test. Arrangements. Take it track by track

Mixing. Master. Never ever coming back.

Rock & Roll, it never was my destiny. It was right.

Still right. From time to time

All good music really means that much to me.

Someday I will strictly just play mine.

Sing in Enlish! Sing in Deutsch. Chanté francais.

Heya! Honi soit mal y pense.

Dictinaries. Book. In French or en anglais

Don’t stop yourself until the story ends.

Strings & keys & drums, percussion, words & voice

Cables, wood & metal & electric toys

Ideas. Test. Arrangements. Take it track by track

Mixing. Master. Never ever coming back.

Heart Beat!  

World Beat ~  Jungle Beat ~  Ethno Beat ~  My Beat!

This is no ALWARO tune, but a statement: 

COVER IN THE NIGHT

When god sleeps on the seventh day

The cheater stole some dirt away

And even though he can’t create he found a stupid fake!

Run! Hide! Don’t you stare! Coverbands are everywhere.

Find some shelter if you might find shelter in the night.

Run! Hide! Don’t you care! Coverbands are everywhere.

Duck and cover if you might find shelter in the night.

When you go into town tonight – many people, town fair night.

Every stage you’re passing by you hear those cheaters cry

And even if they sound the same. And even if they are to blame

They always found a drunken crowd, cheating on so loud

   ( “ … und jetzt alle!...” )

Hey-Hey! Yippie-ai-ay! What shall we do with the drunken sailor.

Hey-Hey! Yippie dum dum! It goes on and on!

   ( “…ich will eure Hände seh’n …“ )

Play what people want to hear! As if they are inside their ear.

They got used to. They got too. Stage could be a ‘ music-loo ‘

Coverbands, they have no face. Coverbands, they have no race.

Coverbands, they have no style when it changes every while.

Run! Hide! Don’t you stare! Coverbands are everywhere.

Find some shelter if you might cover in the night.

Run! Hide! Don’t you care! Coverbands are everywhere.

Duck and cover if you might find shelter in the night.

Hey-Hey! Yippie-ai-ay! What shall we do with the drunken sailor.

Hey-Hey! Yippie dum dum! It goes on and on!

Just a few! Some honest guys, don’t act like this hell-of-flies.

Bringing back the old-days-heart for those who are apart …

Come on boys!

:)