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)
Aufg'legt. Radio Augustin
der liebe Mario Lang hatte uns zu Gast. Die ganze Sendung mit viel viel Tratsch rund ums Album
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?
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
Edgar Lend covert
....Platten die noch gar nicht erschienen sind.
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
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
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
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
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
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!
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
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