Bilder vom Auftritt am 16.06.2007, Indra, Große Freiheit 64, Hamburg



Lyrics vom Album "Cup Of Eternity"

Astronaut
When the astronaut thought about
how far he was from home,
it suddenly crossed his heart
that he felt a bit alone.
He cooked some tea and read a book,
his space ship travelled on,
into another galaxy
where no man had ever gone.

He looked outside, passing just
another million stars,
that was great and beautiful,
but inside he thought:

I'd like to have a garden
in front of my door,
I'd like to kiss my girlfriend
and go for a walk.

The astronaut then went to bed
and had a funny dream,
a cat was hunted by a mouse
that made a baby's scream.
Next day he saw some aliens,
never seen before,
they had their feet upon their neck
and heads down on the floor.

Those things you don't experience,
when you live on earth,
but that's not so important
when you have travelled for many years.

I'd like to have a garden...

UFO-Song
How can you believe me that it's true,
how can I believe me do I do,
that what I saw was just as real as you.
Let me explain, I want to show you,
again and again, let me assure you!

The rainbow shines through
sunlight mixed with rain,
a miracle and I am not insane!
It's god's creation laughter, joy and pain.

It's not a lie, help me to stand it,
open your eyes, winter is over.

The whole encounter was so beautiful,
to carry it alone seems to be cruel,
all by myself in Marie's swimming pool.

Lightening my soul, it's raining flowers,
be shaken as well, don't be a coward!


Murdered Rose
In the forest nearby, they found a murdered rose,
that murdered rose had no I.D..
And when they found her, they didn't know,
how she was called and who would miss her.
The chief inspector from the police
held the rose between his teeth.
His face turned pale like a white dove's feather
when he found blood on his gloves and sweater.

The murdered rose once had a dream,
she was alive, climbing up a tree
and she was laughing with me.
The murdered rose once had a dream,
she was alive, swimming in the sea,
and she was diving with me.

The chief inspector from the police
tried to remember where he had been.
He realized that there was missing time
and he himself committed the crime.
The chief inspector from the police
fell on down to his knees,
hiding his face, longing to embrace
the murdered rose who he didn't know.

The murdered rose...
The murdered rose lay on her grave,
in her next live she will be a king,
cause she had been all her life a slave
but she didn't complain about a thing.
I wrote this song in ink so red,
like the murdered rose who is buried dead.
Are roses made of flesh, like colours made of tears?
No man can love if he is full of fears.

The murdered rose...

Drinking & Driving
I am just a skeleton
but I'm horrible alive,
I can not die by accident
so I close my eyes and drive.
I drink a lot of petrol
and I'm smoking in the car,
I don't remember where I come from
but I'm happy so far.

Drinking and driving without licence
in god's own Mercedes Benz.
Drinking and driving without licence
in god's own Mercedes Benz.

If you feel lonely
just hitchhike on the road.
Don't worry how I look like
I am only very old.
I will take you with me
and I'm quicker than the storm,
I know you will enjoy it
like a kiss of hell's own worm.

Drinking and driving...

The sound of the engine
is like music in the sky.
If you feel hot take off your clothes
and please don't be shy.
Now you see how it looks like
to be really free:
This is not a nightmare
this is pure ecstasy!

Drinking and driving...

Have seven beers for fears
and look into the sun,
all your friends will be jealous
when you tell them what you've done.
When I overtake a car
I believe in god so strong:
Trust my fate and trust my destiny
and nothing will go wrong.

Drinking and driving...

Museum
I've made of you a fine relief,
with all my hope, trust and belief.
I thought if you might go away
at least this piece of art would stay.

To the museum I took the relief,
but when I slept there came a thief.
Now there's this silent empty space
without no body and no face.

And sculptures standing on their knees
are eating up my memories.
And sculptures standing on their knees
are eating up my memories.

Not Me
The frog on the street is flat and red,
the cloud in the sky looks like a bat,
the heavenly daughter lost her dad,
it is not me who is so sad.
The painter has painted a grey-blue house,
the cat has tortured another mouse,
the moon is hiding behind the clouds,
it is not me who is full of doubts.

Not me, not me, not me...

The old grey lion drank up the lake,
there's nothing left, I can not stay,
a shapeless figure sleeps in the hay,
it is not me who can not pray.
The frog on the street is flat and red,
the cloud in the sky looks like a bat,
the heavenly daughter lost her dad,
it is not me who is so sad.

Not me, not me, not me...

The painter has painted a grey-blue house,
the cat has tortured another mouse,
the moon is hiding behind the clouds,
it is not me who is full of doubts.
The old grey lion drank up the lake,
there's nothing left, I can not stay,
a shapeless figure sleeps in the hay,
it is not me who can not pray.

Not me, not me, not me...

Cup of Eternity
Inside myself there is a door,
I open it and find a girl,
inviting me for a cup of tea.
Allthough I'm scared I follow her
into her private living room.
She takes a cup and says to me:
„Come take this cup of eternity,
come drink this cup of eternity with me.
Don't be afraid, don't be afraid.“

I swallow it it's tasting sweet,
through all my body runs a heat,
it tastes like sunshine in the night.
She says: „My friend come take some more!“
I never tasted that before,
I see her eyes are burning bright.
„Come take this cup of eternity...“

Now suddenly I am alone,
and I dont know: Am I at home?
Where is my cup? Where is my wife?
Where is my soul? Am I alive?
Where is my body? Where is my mind?
I hear her singing far behind:
„Come take this cup of eternity...“

I see the stars I see the sun,
I see the place where it all began,
I see the girl, there she is again:
Now she is crowned holding her son,
she says: „That's you and this is me,
we are the flower and the bee!
“Come take this cup of eternity...“

Lord of Thebes
I am the Lord of Thebes,
and I the inspired forth-speaker of Mentu;
for me unveils the veilèd sky,
the self-slain Ankh-af-na-khonsu
whose words are truth. I invoke, I greet
Thy presence, O Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Unity uttermost showed!
I adore the might of Thy breath,
supreme and terrible God,
who makest the gods and death
to tremble before Thee: -
I, I adore thee!
Appear on the throne of Ra!
Open the ways of the Khu!
Lighten the ways of the Ka!
The ways of the Khabs run through
to stir me or still me!
Aum! let it fill me!
The light is mine; its rays consume
me: I have made a secret door
into the House of Ra and Tum,
of Khephra and of Ahathoor.
I am thy Theban, O Mentu,
the prophet Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
By Bes-na-Maut my breast I beat;
by wise Ta-Nech I weave my spell.
Show thy star-splendour, O Nuit!
Bid me within thine House to dwell,
O wingèd snake of light Hadit!
Abide with me, Ra-Hoor-Khuit!
Above, the gemmèd azure is
the naked splendour of Nuit;
she bends in ecstasy to kiss
the secret ardours of Hadit.
The wingèd globe, the starry blue,
are mine, O Ankh-af-na-khonsu!
The wingèd globe, the starry blue…

© Ordo Templi Orientis, 1936, 2006. All rights reserved.

Under Water
Have you ever heard a voice like this:
It is singing under water.
Have you ever heard a heart like this:
It is beating under water.
Have you ever seen a fire like this:
It is burning under water.
This is the mirror of:

My true will: Singing under water.
My true will: Beating under water.
My true will: Burning under water.
I will never stop singing,
I will never stop beating,
I will never stop burning, stop burning,
my true will,
under water, under water.

I was running through the fog,
I was feeling like a dog,
then I saw a very old tree
and a dark voice was asking me:
„Tell me: Where are you looking for?“
and I said to him: „I am looking for a door.
A door to disappear
from all my pain and all my fear.“
„I'm sure it is love you are looking for“
said a voice coming from the forest floor.
It was at night around eleven or twelve
and the voice said: „You have to ask your self:
Isn't it love you are looking for?
Isn't love the secret door?
But there are love and love:
There is the serpent and there is the dove:
Choose you now but choose you well,
choose love or love, choose heaven or hell!“
And the tree said: „Just look at my roots!“
and I saw snakes eating lovely fruits.
And a dove was sitting in the branches of the tree
and I had to choose to be in prison or be free.
Because it was love I was looking for,
because love is the secret door,
but there are love and love:
There is the serpent and there is the dove:
Choose you now but coose you well,
choose love or love choose heaven or hell.

My Way
I am on my way to change into
someone new.
I am on my way to change into
something true.
I am on my way to myself to the spirit.
I'm sitting in a train,
watching clouds in the sky,
see how time is passing by.
I'm sitting in a boat,
floating to the blue,
on my way to something true.
I'm walking through a wood,
turn around and understood:
I am on my way,
to myself, to the spirit.
I'm flying in a plane,
things will never be the same,
I am on my way,
to myself, to my star.