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Lack Of Limits - Stage-fright

Tekst :

I`m sittin`on my bed and I`m playing guitar
Singin`a lot of songs about love and war
Tonight I`m gonna play in my favourite bar
With my bluesharp and my acoustic guitar

Now it`s seven o´clock and I´m ready to go
At nine o´clock I have to start the show
But before I go, I´ve to remind a couple of things
My plecs, pincers and a lot of strings

But something still is wrong
I don´t know where it comes from
I can´t explain what I feel inside
Stage-fright
I´ve got to hide
I can´t explain what I feel inside
Running through my veins and my trembling hands

I´m sittin´ on my bike and I´m ridin´ down the street
Thinkin´ about the people I´m gonna meet
Five minutes to nine, I´m feeling hot
And I step on the stage, my heart´s pounding a lot

Lack Of Limits - Each generation

Tekst :

Wich one wants to tell me the reason for destroying our world
Destroying each other, destroying ourselves
What kind of lie is it this time sneaky in my ear
Slowly lingering in my heart, obscuring my mind

What wicked ways will you take once more
To seduce a nation, for your low intension to profit
Testing new arms, trading new arms, supressing human rights
Exploiting others property for your dream of power

But your argumentation sounds alright
So each generation has to fight - for you ... against you

Show me the responsible one
Who d follow his own words into hell of war
Who d sacrifice his own children for his cause to kill
Who d fight against his own picture of evil

On grounds that war is unavoidable men will be numbers
Faceless - deprived of human rights, Nameless destinies - lost souls
Sufferers who never set going the war
Sufferers who never were the cause of war

Lack Of Limits - Go, move, shift

Tekst :

BORN IN THE MIDDLE OF THE AFTERNOON
IN A HORSEDRAWN CARRIAGE ON THE OLD A5
THE BIG TWELVE WHEELER SHOOK MY BED
YOU CAN`T STAY HERE THE POLICEMAN SAID:

YOU`D BETTER GET BORN IN SOME PLACE ELSE,
MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG, MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG,
GO! MOVE! SHIFT!

BORN ON THE COMMON BY THE BUILDING SITE
WHERE THE GROUND WAS RUTTED BY THE TRAIL OF WHEELS
THE LOCAL CHRISTIAN SAID TO ME:
YOU`LL LOWER THE PRICE OF PROPERTY

BORN AT POTATO PICKING TIME
IN A HUMBLE TENT ON A TATIE FIELD
THE FARMER SAID THE WORK`S ALL DONE
IT`S BETTER YOU GET MOVING ON

BORN ON THE BACK OF A HAWTHORNHEDGE
WHERE THE BLACK HOAR FROST LAY ON THE GROUND
NO WISEMEN CAME IN BEARING GIFTS
INSTEAD THE ORDER CAME TO SHIFT

THE EASTERN SKY WAS FULL OF STARS
AND ONE SHONE BRIDER THAN THE REST
THREE WISEMEN CAME IN BEARING GIFTS
AND BROUGHT THE ORDER TO EVICT

WAGON, TENT, OR TRAILER BORN
THIS MONTH, LAST YEAR OR IN FAR OFF DAYS
BORN HERE OR THOUSANT MILES AWAY
THERE`S ALWAYS MEN NEARBY WHO`LL SAY...

YOU`D BETTER GET BORN IN SOME PLACE ELSE,
MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG, MOVE ALONG, GET ALONG,
GO! MOVE! SHIFT!

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All that time I was searching, with nowhere to run to, it started me thinking,
Wondering what I could make of my life, and who d be waiting,
Asking all kinds of questions, to myself, but never finding the answers,
Crying at the top of my voice, and no one listening,
All this time,...

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El último hombre que hay en la sección,
pasó como un extraño,.
como una sombra junto a ti.

Está desesperado,
sabe que llegó el final,
su arma caliente
no deja de disparar.

El último hombre... que hay en la sección.

El último hombre,
un corazón artificial.
Ha cargado el arma,
ha decidido disparar.

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