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soil – the tape recordings 1996-1999 (2022)

alle Instrumente und Stimmen by morgen es wird schoen

Aufgenommen und gemischt 1996-1999 auf einer TASCAM 488-MKII Tape Machine im Keller-Homestudio in Rosenheim

remixed 2021 im studio77/Wien
published © 2022 by Label77
cover artwork by Marie Themel
lyrics published by mewsic

candy hap insanity (2021)

Alle instrumente and Stimmen von morgen es wird schoen

Capriole (2017)

Alfred Themel, Alex Atschimov, Mani Obeya – main vocals

Gabriele Ludescher, Barbara Kier, Antje Kohler – Backing Vocals
Tina, Marie & Fredi Themel and Gabi Ludescher – Chor auf „tears for Augustine“
Barbara Katzensteiner – Chanteuse auf „Amor“
Tara Ludescher – Lalala auf „failure“

Lee Young Kim, Sophia Goidinger-Koch, Nino Dschingashvili, Eun-Kyung Park – Geigen
Jakob Suchentrunk, Ying Xiong – Bratsche
Lukas Lauermann, Nicole Pena-Comas – Cello

Robert Maiß, Lasse Stockreiter – Posaunen
Josef Fuchsberger, Simon Plötzeneder – Trompeten

Guido Spannocchi – Querflöte auf „tears for Augustine“
Barbara Ruppnig – Klavier auf „read my diary“

Weitere Backing tracks eingesungen und eingespielt von morgen es wird schoen

Alle Songs geschrieben/arrangiert/aufgenommen von morgen es wird schoen
lyrics used by kind permission of mewsic publishing

Sleeve Design: Lukas Novak
Fotos: Frank Beer (front picture), Ernst Herold (rest)

Produziert von morgen es wird schoen in studio77, Vienna
Gemischt und gemastered by Gregor „Keks“ Streng in Sound Bakery, Vienna

Executive Producer: Philip Morawietz

© 2017 by Label77

false stars (1992 / 2012)

Peter Obroni – Stimme, Trompete
Dirk Egon Schaetzler – Gitarren
Gabriele Ludescher – Backing vocals
Hannes Dernck – Bass
Vincent Wolinski – Drums
Ignaz Timisch – Piano
Chor auf „things I love“: Stéphane Pastureau, Peter Mayr, morgen es wird schoen
Aufgenommen, gemischt und gemastered 1982 im Studiokaputt / Wien

republished © 2018 by label77

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candy hap insanity (2020)

don’t be afraid

Arthur went down to Albania to get an idea of the area
He wrote some sketches in a diary and soon he had the idea
of writing a book for all the people who’ve never made it down to Albania
so he sat down at the desk and unleashed the words in his diary

Patrick went to the museum to deliver a chair the he made
He had no glue but a clue how to fix the price that seems adequate.
So now a chair of Patrick’s flair is standing among those of the masters.
He didn’t tell the director that  the price covers 100 times the expense,

Julia Julia with the big ass (I mean, it’s just bigger as she wants it)
came back from New York with ideas without forks and soon the people got what the needed.
And Luca, a friend of a close friend, invented right at the same moment
in the same trade the same lemonade which makes everybody drop the best comments.

And what about my so called friend Boris, did you see him right above us?
It wouldn’t be fair to stare in the air, cause maybe that could make him so nervous.
And what about me, have you heard about me, I mean, could you imagine to do so?
Fear is sometimes just a bad habit so here comes the choir in stereo:

Don’t be afraid, jut do what you want
Don’t be afraid just do what you need
Don’t be afraid, till it’s all too late,
Don’t be afraid, just don’t be afraid.

catholic
I am a catholic
I mean I was
now I am an atheist
and that's because

I still feel so much guilt upon my shoulder
and this will be like this until I'm older

I was a catholic
and still feel
the nails in my hands
And though I'm now an atheist
I pray that my pathetic life ends
(Oh yeah)

Half time of my life I spend confessing
and hoping for the blessings from above
oh yeah…

desolate days
The candle lights evade, I’m not inspired I dream the hates of many people
A look out of the window does not charm committed sins or suffered harms
Member of the program that I’m still tolerate the wounds, suppress my will

And still I’m wandering through the haze I must confess,
I had the choice between a multitude of ways…

The strings are torn and born’s a baby that nobody wants to raise
Where the others have a memory I still recall my desolate days
I atone for my surrender, It’s a stone around my neck
The scent of guilt won’t disappear the fear always will come back

And still I’m  wandering…

Don’t blame me
You can’t go like this and leave your innocence in bliss
responsible for all you do and independent, too.
Two of us apart, so plant a mirror for your self-regard.
A lie expressed in flattery serves the truth you wouldn’t see.

Your head is quite clear, you’ve got your reasons!, nothing to fear,
you’ve got your reasons! “You’ve done no wrong as wrong as he”,
the mirror speaks in flattery.

I can look through you a twisted mind with nothing to do
this self-reproach weighs heavily on your shoulder
You put the blame on me that kills the grief so easily
and besides it keeps you away from getting older

You drive with the car You feel like a star [you’ve got your reasons]
while someone’s asking silly questions
You’ve done me wrong so carelessly may I forgive, but don’t blame me.

You had the chance to be with me and ban the curse of flattery
just flip the button in your brain
The more you lost, the  more I won You’ll always stay a troubled one
that I am happy to have quit I was too gentle, I admit.
So don’t blame me!

[you’ve got your reasons]

little girl
You little girl In your big, big world, Do you know what you want?
I don’t think so, But you know how you can get it.
Oh, you little girl With your hazelnut-curls Do you know what to do?
Except standing in the corner crying You try to look grown-up and lie
On a princess-bed But I say: just close your eyes instead

You’re not: The drug that I’m addicted,
The pain that I’m inflicted, I just liked you
You are: Just an episode of my life
Neither a wound and nor a knife You’re harmless

young&gifted
When we were young it was unquestioned what we’re doing
Each of us had a whole world spread before his feet
Now the paths are all drawn it seems and yet there’s no achieving
Some say you get what you deserve and what you need

I see the disintegration plan demanding more from me than I can
So do I finally have to new through with it
Devotion is my confidence and you being sceptic s’where it ends
We don’t remain with the young and gifted

So a further plan waits to be drawn on virgin papers
And those who wouldn’t come won’t find a place in the ark
Look Look at the golden cage, the ashes’ adoration
Shall the indolent run dazzled through the dark

We hear the breeze blow off the sail, the anchor’s chain is torn as well
Prevents from to soon to be lifted
No I won’t perish in the flood heads in the sky, the feet in mud
So I say a prayer for the young and gifted
Oh yeah
We all have dreams but just one life rectangular and plain
We all have dreams and have to die there is no plan to fail
Now we don’t belong no longer to the young and gifted
Though we were so ambitious and so proud of it all
Look! Look at the broken mug, collect the scattered pieces
Before the next depression brings us all to fall…
We don’t belong no longer to the young and gifted
[We all have dreams but just one life rectangular and plain
We all have dreams]

white house
I am living in a white house, white house, surrounded all by grey walls
Close the fences at the windows so that I can see nothing at all.
To plug the guitar in the amplifier you need permission from above
But in these ruins of an old time just beware the corpse of the doves.

When the gonna come I’ll be hiding behind
Yes the gonna come because they are blind for the beauty.
They are coming with a big big army of workers and architects
In the eyes of the shark-men there’s nothing to protect.

When they gonna come I’ll climb on the roof
I won’t say a word I won’t start to move Unless they remove me.
I am living in a white house white house the army finally came
but what they found when they showed their hammers was not quite the same.
Choir:  „There is a dead in the white house white house, he left the ruins with a spell.
So if we ever want sell that building, we’re going all to hell.“
Going all to hell

black butterfly
Black butterfly, wave your wings through my dreams
bring me from there, bring flawless light on the schemes
Dark was the night as you sat on my bed I stood petrified and cracked
Black butterfly, found a place on my pillow
mirrors the white of these sheets of my Ego
Rarely seen, never been caught you leave without trace
on a bare-naked sort, on a delivered court
Black butterfly, sister of my Psyche, what do want me to see?
Black butterfly, asleep on my side and when I awoke black dust on my side
The window stands clear from then everyday ne’er met him again,
so it seems that I learned what he wanted to say

She’s not hard to see
A walk among the pioneers’ acts, we talk about the undone facts,
the white walls serve as mirrors for our path
Society’s amnesia seems to make it easier
but in fact it just suffocates my wrath
Syllables, syllables, my life runs out from peak to peak,
and as I look around the corner: she’s not hard to see. (She’s not hard to see)
On the zigzag-course out of my soul, I meet a man called Charles de Gaulle,
the undone facts become reality
Watching Artemisia does not make it easier
perhaps as well from distance she’s not hard to see?!?
Miracles, oh miracles, I hate to wait for miracles
but as I look around the corner…
Syllables, damn syllables, I’m bound to speak in syllables
To you…(She’s not hard to see)
She’s not hard to see!

sailor
Would you mind To come over? Temperature outside is low, girl
We could have a cup of tea ort wo or coffee
Everything would be so sad, girl if you won’t come into my world
Don’t be scared and don’t be weary Winter’s near and it is very cold

I’ve got something there for you Girl, what I’m supposed to do?
What should I prepare for you? I just want to get you on the ground

Would you mind to play dirty games with me, We’re over thirty
Sailors sail because they like the the sea and I like you so sail to me!
I’ve got something there for you…

Brennessel fields forever
I am sitting on the lap of a tree. the torch on the leg is confusing me.
There behind are two white trunks kissing each other at the river Cam bank.

Lying on the grass loving means no mess
A penis made of wood would last forever, yeah, I guess

I found a brilliant scene I wish that you have seen
I wish that you could smell the nettles wavering
This is a cosy place I feel the gods‘ embrace…

The Chinese kids on a cattle’s tail take some pictures of me and fail
to immortalize, because I’d fade into a pie of rye I’ve made
that a black dog wants so much to eat, he entered the play with a respectable speed
Black as hell Polite as well Didn’t touch the pie, but he was…

…peeing in the grass, living means no mess
and the pubes beneath me are tickling at my ass.
I found a brilliant scene drowned deep in vitamin
I wish that you could smell the nettles wavering.
This is a cosy place I feel the gods’ embrace:

Brennessel fields forever

nuad uj kiät iim tell. Däb utton tzi knith ei sideth,
tair ø tzi tab ninujt, ouniut nakui sideth
U ol roia hiebt sam tiniimia.
Iirt iam nisi knith ianawuon.

As the clouds gathered and the bad weather
was about to come I let things done and sank into her lap!
Brennessel fields forever Brennessel fields forever

capriole (2017)

Read my diary

Pick it up from the ground
take the pages where you found justification.
Swallow the lines, snort ‘em up,
drink the letters in a cup for a consolation

You hold my life in your hand
You took away its innocence.

I feel bad that I wrote it
There’s no need that you quote it
I feel embarrassed the way I lived
In that hide-away, paper hide-away

For if you need some guarantee
get a little closer to my secrets,
and if you want to get rid of that mystery
Read my diary

We’re still persons on our own
We share secrets for ourselves
May we be one in some way
Sometimes two we should remain.

Sadeyed man
What can I give her, she couldn’t get from another man?
Don’t like to be compared with them, don’t like to condemn
Inside me there’s fire, burning love and jealousy
Why can’t she even call me up, I’m running wild, blind into love’s insanity

I can’t bear this feeling to be left alone on the streets.
There are all these sadeyed men worrying about their girls, just like me
I know she’ll be faithful cause she said she would always care
But deep inside, my confidence is shook by her absence and I ask again:

Where did you spend the last night?
And why don’t you see that I’m not alright?
And who is the reason that you’ve been out of sight?
And I tell you baby I won’t wait again, I’m sick of this feeling and being such a sadeyed man

I can’t bear this feeling..

Talks of tomorrow
You could eat from the floor, and the windows are clear I
am waiting for someone but no one is here
I could wait for so strongly and all is prepared for the moment for the moment, I know
that tomorrow begins the rest of my life and
I’m biting my nails as it’s up to arrive,
as the talks of tomorrow drive away the tidiness anyway it’s meaningless

Oh oh oh oh oh

I could listen the talks But I don’t understand
it’s a language that I can’t yet comprehend
I won’t learn it until the meaning gets real and I will see that I don’t need no teacher

Oh oh oh oh oh    [that I don’t need no teacher]

And the talks of tomorrow are here

Letters from Paris
It is half past ten, The train arrives, I let the tension go.
She is waiting at the top for an embrace
There’ll be time enough for thinking and yet both we can sink
into a future no one of us knows by face.
Her existence is an ocean, every mile is something new,
though the blue always seems to be the same.
It’s the ink for all the words on the blank papers on her desk
while outside the future beasts wait untamed.

Letters from Paris, [lettres de Paris, je t’envoyerai]
I will send to you

We both wander hand in hand and soul to soul through misty streets,
untouched by the rumors of this place.
Our innocence yet so frivolous, we let the tensions go,
we both share the undivided joy of days.

When we returned to Gare d l’Est, we both kept silent,
and silence held back all the tears to cry.
She turned around not even waving and while I was moving,
she soon escaped from my eyes.

Letters from Paris [lettres de Paris, je t’envoyerai]
I will send to you

Elsewhere
I have been to Morocco,
Waterfalls, I’ve seen them flow
Skin as dark as ebony
and desert turning into sea

But though this place is worth to go,
a different one I care:
My heart is elsewhere

Many cities I have seen,
London, Paris and Berlin
They all are different,
but somehow
they loose their meaning here and now,

Cause all the roads that I have walked
And those with whom I talked
were not the ones I care
They made me so aware:
My heart is elsewhere,

my heart is elsewhere

Failure
All I did and all I planned
fire to ashes and stone to sand
Seems to me that all my efforts useless.

Never did I give in, nor relax
a running locomotive on forgotten tracks
Seems to me my energy so pointless.

I don’t need another failure
I think I learned my lessons yet
The lessons l already learned from my mistakes.

Tears for Augustine
I bury my dreams five feet deep
Where they can rest, where they can sleep
So long I carried them all in vain
I know I know I can’t explain

I lose control down every street
could cry with everyone I meet
It feels like I’m through with it all,
I know I know it’s all my fault

I grow a beard so I’m not seen
I shed a tear for Augustine
Should she be the only one I know
I know I know I’ll let her know

The ruins of my life I feed
to those who really are in need
And though I’ll never see their faces
I know I know about their grace

I call my folks, and my message is plain
that they won’t ever see me here again
So many times I tried to part from them
from you, the ewe, the ram, the lamb

And when I’m finished and I clear my brain
I‘ gonna see my dreams again
And if the soil is still too dry
a tear, another tear I’ll cry
a tear for Augustine I’ll cry

Amor
[he] Every little step you take
Every single hour awake
I will keep an eye on you
and I know that you just do
the same

[she] Cupid shot his arrow at me
right into my heart as deep as can be
By this mark you shall know me
as the one who belongs to thee forever

Forever – together – forever – and ever

Givenbirth
Givenbirth
nothing on earth as deep and calm
No single word from outer world
could do you bad and harm.

As distant as could be
as close as you to me
as joyful as my tear
as mighty as my fear
The love that grows in me
comes unconditionally
upon you long before you appear

I feel your life
I hear you sigh
Maybe you’re frightened of what comes
A universe
an entire world
is what I can feel in my palms

And I will keep away
every threat that may
come close to you when awake or asleep

To be your father [through all the flesh I see you]
and no other [I see a life beginning]
is the only promise I could ever keep. [I see my whole life turning]

Givenbirth

White Venus
Giddiness, my sweet giddiness, you make me dance ‘til dizziness
I could swear, that I caressed a light emitted by a dream to testify
Meaningless, oh so meaningless seems all I’ve seen before
I just stand still, the earth stands still,
the breathes I hear announce the kiss I feel.

Giddiness, my sweet giddiness, for you I tumble out of loneliness
The price to pay I paid by suffering I guess,
The  dream is testified by Venus dressed in white
Consciousless I’m drifting in unconsciousness,
‘til I emerge out of my virgin’s holiness
The earth stands still, the pain I feel, the dying breathe of a demon killed

Giddiness, oh sweet giddiness, you changed and turned into happiness
I’ll take her hand with tenderness, the earth stands still, the future will not end

You are so real
You are so real
So leaving you
to me seems impossible
You are so real
So leaving you for me is impossible

Shine on, live on
Send waters to the thirsty man who needs you
Burn bright and keep him warm
Whisper words of tenderness into his ears

Don’t listen to the wolves
Just care for yourself
You’re too important for the world beneath your feet

Don’t blame it on the stars
The only star is you
It will take eons to understand what made you
You are so real
Sometimes It’ll be impossible to reach you.

false stars

my black black pages
Millions of tones that I’ve played
couldn’t tell you the way that I feel
So I put them on my black black pages.

The silent whispers of death
that I hear sometimes when I’m through
All have their settlements on my black black pages.

Gallons of tea and moments of joy
couldn’t wash away this ink.
I tried to contain and laughed out by force,
but the darkness would not shrink.

So I sit in that futurist cage
like a bird that lost its way
and sings a song written on my black black pages.

I can’t deny how pathetic and
I can’t forgive me the lies, so I think.
The door it stands open, but I don’t dare flying,
halfway drowned in the ink.

I always aimed at the big,
I never felt well with the small.
Stories like this you can read on my black black pages.

5 years in september
Through these lenses
I can see the world in such a different way
in such a deeper way
Through your sheer existence
I can realize what I have missed so long
what held me down so long

Oh oh oh

But though I am happy oh it hurts
It hurts so much
Born in bloody sheets wrapped in red towels
love it hurts It hurts so much
We’ll keep in touch

Forever I’ll remember
those 5 years in september, oh oh oh

Somewhere in my life I had to decide
where it will lead me to where I should guide it though
And at this point of no return
you just smiled at me as my child-to-be, yeah.

Oh oh oh.

But though…

red raincoat
I saw you
there at the corner
as you stood
I found you
incredibly beautiful
as you stood

in your red raincoat
raincoat

I made you
an unheard proposal
there on the trottoir
You turned away
watching the rain
that turned into haze

feeding our days
with desire
quenching the fire
that lightens our ways

When you left
a second of sadness
strengthened my back
taught me respect
Maybe you
appear somewhere else
enoble that place with your

red raincoat raincoat

things I love
the premiere of a trickfilm festival
nobody there to be connected
I was much too late
when I went away,
anyway, I was too bored to be detected.

The only real fascination
I found on the poster walls
It’s the scheme of the photographer
in the eyes of the superstars

Oh oh oh

I like the light of the lantern
which can’t decide whether off or on.
It’s the binary code of the night time
long before the day will dawn.

A window stands open at the cellar
of the house which is next to mine
I always felt attracted by cellars,
in cellars, I always had a good time.

Oh oh oh

The premiere of a trickfilm festival
brought me these moments of delight
now that you know my secret pleasures
you can publish them or overwrite.