Hä? Ein Zine?

die Rewolfinger. Hatten die nicht beim letzten Album ein Fanzine beiliegen? Liegt bei mir noch irgendwo rum.

Und bei dem Album jetzt? Nix.

Ah, achso. das hier. ...das soll jetzt das Fanzine sein?

na gut. Soll.

hier gibts

alles rund ums Album Family Noir.

das ganze Album wird man hier hören können (via Bandcamp), ebenso wie Versionen von Tracks, die das Album nicht schufen.

Dann gibts noch Photos, paar Videos, und mehr od weniger sinnhafte Infos zum Album od aus dem Zeugungs,- Entbindungs und Grossziehprozess.

 

Check die Filterfunktion rechts oben (od ganz unten wenn du auf mobil)

Pre Order

ist ab sofort möglich. Hier
https://shop.konkord.org/album/family-noir

 

übrigens: die Homepage hinter dem Mann hinter dem Cover

Black Eyed Suzie, PreRec

rauf aufs Album? ...nicht für diesen Drack:

War auch als Cover im Gespräch

ca 2 Minuten lang

Cars on Mars

What you got for free you dont have to steal
theres no lucky number on a fortune wheel
you got cars on mars you drink whiskey from jars
when the world has been unkind to us

faster and faster in the hamster wheel
now open your mouth for your happy meal
famous stars in bars are part of this farce
when the world has been unkind to us

the words we use , the time we spend
all of it was only meant to protect the innocent
I guess that sounds fine to us

We cook up with pots and pans
detailed plots and clever plans
against cars and zsars, drink whiskey from jars
when the world has been unkind to us

Axel mag diese Stellen nicht (Teil 2)

Der verzerrte Bass-Teil in Nobody Pray hätte so nie passieren dürfen.

Die Stimmen müssen mindestens gleichberechtigt sein, hab ich gesagt. Ich mag da kein Bass "Solo" spielen, hab ich immer schon gesagt.

Und dann haben wir es irgendwie verschlafen die Stimmen nochmal wirklich gut aufzunehmen. Jetzt muss der Bass so weit im Vordergrund. Es ist grauenvoll. Aber was willst machen?

Aufg'legt. Radio Augustin

im Radio Orange Studio
im Radio Orange Studio

der liebe Mario Lang hatte uns zu Gast. Die ganze Sendung mit viel viel Tratsch rund ums Album

Nobody Pray

what did you say it was, my brother
how did it feel, by the way
I heard the news today from my mother
how did it feel by the way

I can hear the train coming round the bend
I can hear the whistle blowing round the desert land
so, get on board kids, so, get on board brothers
there is room for more

Kurzvideo Hoserl

ein Shorty
ein Shorty

Edgar Lend covert

....Platten die noch gar nicht erschienen sind.

Edgar Lend: high​-​ding (eduardus​-​teutonicus​-​mixtur)

Axel mag diese Stellen nicht (Teil 1)

Wie M schon schrub gibt es knapp vor der ersten Strophe von Hiding ein Gitarren-Lick. Das spielt der Bass auch. Da hat uns ein gewisser Peter F in was hinein theatert.

Was haben wir gelernt? Sich kurz vor den Aufnahmen in nichts hinein theatern lassen.

Verstecken - in Bewegtbildern

Hätte laut Plan anders werden sollen. Wurde dann anderrrs.
Hätte laut Plan anders werden sollen. Wurde dann anderrrs.

This Way

Came unto a little well
Distraught and torn, not being well
Felt my back, I hit the floor
No one to yell at, no one to bore
I saw you had a thing to hide
You hid it well, you locked the door
You kept it, where no one could find
When I found out, I left you behind

come on show me the way my dear
I am going away and I cant stand here

They came from a distant town
Didnt do much, just an occasional frown
Asked them `hey, you look lost somehow‘
They said: ´Oh is it so? Where are we now?‘
Where we come from, well you wouldnt know
Pretty face, well clean, but the backyard’s hell
Judged by the cover, not by the book
spat us out and let us off the hook

Pre-Production Oktober 2014

Wir hatten überlegt, Stf durch meine Tochter zu ersetzen.
Wir hatten überlegt, Stf durch meine Tochter zu ersetzen.

Martha Conelly

Got Martha Conelly in a box
Got an old yellow shirt and pink socks
It ain't my favorite color
But it suits your eggnog

Got Martha Conelly in a box
Got a new black shirt and no socks
It ain't my favorite place
But it is the only place we've got

I got a lump in my throat,
my fingers tied to knots

Purbach Sessions

Dark Star

I wish I was
I was a raindrop
dissolving in your tears
I wish I was
I was a saucer
a saucer for the sun

im TV

im schönen Okto Studio
im schönen Okto Studio

Angel of the South

auch nicht das Album hat erreicht:

Schmus

The songs we sing
no, they dont mean a thing
the lyrics they are Schmus
far from the truth

I dont think that I am up for that now
Navigate through the storm real smooth
Well I am not ready for that Schmus

Trouble

Nicht aufs Album hat es geschafft dies Stück:

Besuch

Lieber Albert! Deine Tuba Pumpe hat mich zu Tränen gerührt

das Cover

Matthias mag diese Stellen nicht

Kaum Stellen, die ich nicht mag. Bei Hiding spiel ich Anfangs ein Guitlick, das halt so drauf ist und seither nie wieder so gespielt wurde (und auch nicht mehr wird ;)

Steff mag diese Stellen nicht

Ich, der Steff der Steff der Steff, mag diese Stellen am Album gar nicht:

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Sunday Morning Band

What band this morning ?
Sunday Morning Band
Sunday Morning Band
comes around and plays

Look out the window, its a
Sunday Morning Band
Sunday Morning Band
the brass in full blaze

Get down the street and its a
Sunday Morning Band
Get down and we will have
a sunday morning dance

Come around this morning
Come around and stay
Come around this morning,
I've got nothing to say
Sunday Morning Band is playing
and its gonna make our day

Good Sod

There'll be no new times
there'll be a new tone
This is not a new coat
in fact its still the same

and my dump, it is still the same
And Berlin is still miles away
They brought the news, they took the fame
you'd better watch out, we're about to go insane

And give them their drinks
And give them their wine
And hang them with jewellry
it'll break their spine
And praise them, And praise them
And praise their fame
And watch them settle down again

And Hank he got married
Just to get away
He had ordered  Folk Songs
just for that special day
Where he is now I cannot say
Where he  settled down to stay

Axel zählt amtlich Peter ein

Axel zählt ein, und wie!
Axel zählt ein, und wie!

hartis sägenmassaker

hartis sägenmassaker
hartis sägenmassaker

Hangman

Hangman, hangman, Loosen your rope.
I think I spy my parents coming.
They’ve come many a long mile, I think
I think I spy my parents coming.

My parents, have you, have you come at last?
have you brought my gold? And will you pay my fee?
Or do you intend to see me hung
Here all under this willow tree?
Dangling from this awkward willow tree

Yes, we 've come, We have not brought your gold
yes we 've come. we will not pay your fee.
We intend to see you hanging ..........from this willow tree

 
(Spies Brother) Hangman, hangman, Loosen your rope.
I think I spy my brother coming.
Hangman, hangman, Loosen your rope.
I think I spy my sister coming.  

(To Siblings), My dear ones have you,  have you come at last?
have you brought my gold? And will you pay my fee?
Or do you intend to see me hung     Here all under this willow tree?

Yes, we 've come,. We have not brought your gold
yes we 've come. we will not pay your fee.
We intend to see you hanging ..........from this willow tree

(Spies Lover) Hangman, hangman, Loosen your rope.
I think I spy my lover coming.
She has come many a long mile, I think
I think I spy my lover coming.

(Spies Lover)  
Yes, I 've come, yes I 've come.
I Ve brought your gold, I'll pay your fee.
'cause I couldn't stand to see you hung Here all under this willow tree.

Klappe!

klappe, oida
klappe, oida

Rewolfinger filmen gerade einiges. Deshalb hat der Harti in 5 Min. aus einem alten Jausenbrettl eine Regieklappe gebaut!

Hiding

The water kept on rising
my dog is under sea
'from a trea you are falling like a leave
into the water back to me

I got a piece in my pocket
IT WAS CO-OOOOOOOLD

Party

nicht aufs Album geschafft hat es dieses Stück:

You Where

Dont know
where you where
I couldnt stand my grandmas stare
Grandpa's home, he is on the phone

the landline is blocked
the water too hot
my bed is too wet
and the water too cold
my dog is a away
my cat is a dog
and I dont know who you are

My thumb's too big
and I am small
I wanna get through until fall

Lay Me Down

Wake up wake up darling Corey
What makes you sleep so sound
The officers are coming to you
They're gonna tear your still-house down.

Well the first time I seen darling Corey
She was sitting by the banks of the sea
Had a forty-four around her body
And a five-string on her knee.

go away darling my Corey
Quit hanging around my bed
Your liquor has ruined my body
Pretty women gone to my head.

Dig a hole in the meadow
Dig a hole in the cold damp ground
Dig a hole in the meadow
I am gonna lay me down

Can't you hear them bluebirds a-singing
Don't you hear that mournful sound
They're preaching darling Corey's funeral
In some lonesome graveyard ground.

bildliche Beweisführung

Time

Didnt catch the train on time
so I walk the stretch knowing the line
past the shack where Irene worked in
when she suddenly got rid of him
past the garden with the gallow tree
where Alfred hung, for everyone to see
no the time it wont wash away
in fact the time, it is here to stay
 
And if we all neglect the time
then our days would be divine
but sadly time defines our days
the lord cant help us find our ways
 
Time waits for no one
it was true what Mick had said
but time was on his side
wherever Mick his body laid
past the shack where Agnes used to shag
how many got to know the rug
back then life has been a drag
wheres the time now, wheres the clean cut