I wasn't ready for the avalanche when we let things slide. I'd always hoped that we would have the chance at least to say we tried. So I went siftin' though my old mistakes on the day you left.
My love's a star you only saw the traces of. What went before is not no more, it's the embers of. People always catching names too late. And we're all sorry there's no time to make the change.
I dropped a coin in a wishing well. I turned the wild jack over. I listened to the Devil tell. Seven story lies. . Cross my heart, I hope to live. Tangled with my lover.
I do still sometimes put my hand across. And i feel as yours gets placed on top. We drive along these empty streets. Same old ones theyve always been.
I saw my life this morning. Lying at the bottom of a drawer. All this stuff I'm saving. God knows what this junk is for. . And whatever I believed in.
Away beyond the blue. One star belongs to you. And every breath I take. I'm closer to that place. . Yeah, baby. I'm gonna meet you there. On the outskirts of the sky.
You can say you love me and I'll believe that's true. Trusting you is easy 'cause I believe in you. There is nothing I would miss. As long as we're in love like this.
All for the love we want. All for the love we need. Deep in the lonely heart. Winter holds the seed. . Reach till you know how far. Trust till you know how true.
Straight shot of misery. Some days make a mess of me. I touch the ground when I can find my feet. You know, it all comes down to love. . I tell myself, I can do it all.
[Music by Tiedemann.Bartsch-August 2000]. [Poems by Bartsch-November 1996]. . Ich bin nicht nur eine Farbe. sondern letztlich Siebzehn und Drei. als elfte Mglichkeit zu sterben.
Adoramus Te, Christe. et benedicimus tibi. adoramus Te, Christe. et benedicimus Tibi. . Quia per sanctem crucem Tuam. redemisti mundum. . Adoramus Te, Christe.
(music by bartsch - november 93). (poems by bartsch - october 93). In coldness of my dark bowel. a yell after mercilessness. bequeaths a trace of eternal destruction.
(Music by Matton/Bartsch December 1994). (Poems by Bartsch December 1994). Das tote, dem Untergang geweihte Gestirn. entblt die allmchtigen Schwingen.
Das tote, dem Untergang geweihte Gestirn. entblt die allmchtigen Schwingen. welche, vom Licht verbannt. in eisigem Grabe darliegen. . Der in seinem Ich erstarrte Fels.
[This is a cool song, too bad it's only 3:23 and an instrumental. But it]. [starts off with a very black metal touch and then go back into the vein of].
(Music by Bartsch/Matton - February 1997. Poems by Bartsch - December 1996). Wollust labt sich an trstlichem Schmerz. Und Schwei vermischt sich mit dem Durst.
Angstpfrnde erreichen die Boote,vergreifen sich grn in tiefem Rot. Schudgen priesen albern' Glck, nur das Tier ersann den Tod. denn nur das Tier ersann den Tod.
Verzagend erklimme ich nun das eisig' Verlangen. Andacht nur ein Wort, ein klitzekleines Wort. . Schlank ist der Dorsch und doch vielsagend. zernagt er den Docht, das Nein noch bejahend.
Down in adoration falling this great sacrament we hail. Over ancient forms departing newer rites of grace prevail. Faith for all defects supplying where the feeble senses fail.
I've written you a lot of songs. The kind you write on rainy days. Unrequited love. But now I'm humming a different tune. Just twelve hours ago. I was sitting on a bench with you.