 TRIUMVIRAT
- OLD LOVES DIE HARD (1976)
Barry Palmer - Voz
Dick Frangenberg - Bajo Fender
Hans Bathelt - Percusión
Slingerland
Jürgen Fritz - Grand Piano
Steinway, órgano Hammond C3, sintetizador Moog, Fender,
pianos Wurlitzer-Hohner, conjunto de cuerdas String
I Believe
I sold my soul to Rock and Roll
I never got it back
Though my records turning gold
You say you sold your times as well
Working five days in a row
Those eight-to-five jobs sure mean hell
It's a gambler's way of thinking
I scratch for gold, you're safe and sound
But I believe, we're gonna make it
Leave the bad years far behind
Yes, I believe, that we can take it
Steppin' through the door ahead of time
I never seem to find the time
To do the things I plan
I just can't figure out what's right
You've got the future in your hand
Promotion in July
Those office girls at your command
You can get your satisfaction
With your wife and kids at home
But I believe, we're gonna ...
But I believe, we're gonna ...
Money, Money, Money, Money!
It makes the wheel of life go round
I get my pieces of the cake
You pick your crumbs up from the ground
Good lucks' an asset that we need
So try to keep it very close
Maybe your ends will always meet
It's a gambler's way of thinking
I scratch for gold, you're safe and sound
THE FANS:
We believe, that you will make it
Leave the bad years far behind
Yes I believe, that we can take it
steppin' through the door ahead of time
Yes I believe, we're gonna ...
Money, Money, Money, Money!
Cash!
It makes the wheel of life go round
I get my pieces of the cake
You pick your crumbs up from the ground
Good lucks' an asset that we need
So try to keep it very close
Maybe your ends will always meet
It's a gambler's way of thinking
I scratch for gold, you're safe and sound
THE FANS:
We believe, that you will make it
Leave the bad years far behind
Yes I believe, that we can take it
steppin' through the door ahead of time
Yes I believe, we're gonna make it
Leave the bad years far behind
Yes, I believe, we can really take it
Steppin' through the door
Ahead of time ...
The History of Mystery (Part 1)
Give me a chance
To see through my reason
Wasting my time
While life is still so young?
Have I lost faith
In things we believed in
All the answers are lost, everyone
Aggression right inside my head
Is natural as my doctor said
My hero is a loaded gun
It really works, it's deadly fun
Our teacher keeps a polished knife
To guard his kids - protect his wife
The hate of twenty centuries
Rejects the love in you and me
The latest education plan
Tells children Hitler was a fool
And yet we follow where he led
The killing trade, the gun's the tool
No country ever starts to fight
They're just defending, as they say
We sit at home and watch the news
Surprise! Nobody killed today!
The History of Mystery (Part 2)
If laws' divided into classes
If justice is a rich man's game
Then who defends the poorer masses
A lawyer with an unknown name?
You beat your wife, you pay your bail
You steal a car, six months in jail
We know that violence still increases
As one of mankind's new diseases
Don't ask me what the answer is
It's just confusion in my head
It makes no difference how you vote
You might as well just stay in bed
An empty stomach makes you think
A steak or two might save your day
So drown your sorrows in your drink
There's really nothing left to say
A Cold Old Worried Lady
A cold old worried lady
Took my hand today
She warned of gloom, impending doom
I laughed, and I sent her on her way
Then as she closed my garden gate
She turned to me and stared
There was nothin' said, but inside my head
I felt, just a little bit scared
Alone inside my empty house
I reflected on her words
Predicting things so bad, I guess she must be mad
Still I wish, I wish I'd never heard
As shadows began to wash my room
Thought about my past
The mistakes I made, the dues I never paid
Am I a ship without a mast?
I know I wasn't always wrong
But I wasn't often right
'Cos when being kind means being left behind
It's a choice, a simple choice of black or white
Everybody gets what's coming
And it's just what I deserve
I'd be crueler still, 'cos I've got the will
But I never, no I never had the nerve
I'm a lonely empty body
A worn and faded brain
So I'll stay inside, where it's safe to hide
And never face the world again
Is there nothing left to life for
Nothing left to do?
It's a crazy pain, when your life's in vain
I'll be glad, I'll be glad when mine is through
I think I'll use my shotgun
or a hundred colored pills
Though I don't know how, really mean it now
I'll try anything, anything, anything that really kills
Lord, a strong imagination
Should be locked inside your head
Now there is no pain, but I can't explain
Why I wish, I wish I wasn't dead
A cold old worried lady
Took my hand today
She warned of gloom, impending doom
I laughed, then I sent her on her way.
Old Loves Die Hard
To find a friend
Is not as easy to pour a drink
But even harder is
To separate the good from those that stink
To realize this you spent years
A little scared, sometimes with tears
You will find out you're still the same
And all those left, the ones to blame
Old loves die hard
And I can't help it
But it's tearing me apart
So what is left for you
Is just to heal the scars of hate
It seems a waste to try
To teach an old dog newer tricks
If love appears to be a crime
If hate is hip, to cheat is fine
Just let me know, 'cos I'll take off
I hate to hate, I want to love
Old loves die hard
And I can't help it
But it's tearing me apart
Old loves die hard
They're far from good
And they are only good from far
You create a mediocre heart-attack
To find the clue for right and wrong
A single word sometimes has more effect
To state a point of view
That could make your weakness strong
Old loves die hard
And I can't help it
But it's tearing me apart
Old loves die hard
They're far from good
And they are only good from far
Don't hide your heart
New love will start
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