Ups and Downs
My life had valleys and peaks / moments, bitter and sweet
There was ebb and flow / but bad weeds grow tall
I bought a pig in a poke / believed in faithful love
I saw heaven and hell / sometimes with smells and bells
Sunny days and clouds / whispers and shouts
I walked on many shores / but – I always longed for more
Mountains, plains or seas / shaped by sounds and beats
I love my life and kin / and music gives me wings
If you heed yourself you’ll never go wrong
With self-confidence you’ve almost won
Make your choice and live your dreams
Things are never as bad as they seem
The melodies of life / are sorrowful and bright
I hark to every tone / the best is yet to come
Lyrics are like beads / making songs complete
That is why I sing / and music give me wings
Music shows my ups and downs
Is my compass and my polar star
And I think: I’ve got so close - but no cigar
Music/Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
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Die Macht der Worte - insbesondere auch in sozialen Medien - hat uns den Anstoß zu diesem Text gegeben:
(A world full of) Words
Intro
Nowadays, when diplomacy is overruled by twitter or posts
Social media push incapable ghosts
Day after day, churlishness overturns masterminds
And finally, we put our civilized life – on the line
Verse
They are pens and brushes / paint flowers and ashes
They mean blessing or curse / are hangman or nurse
They are toxic or toothless / lead to sorrow or solace
Mean freedom or jail / may accomplish or fail
Chorus
Words – you should use them with care
Your lips may hide them or share
Words – they inspire or destroy
They may cause sadness or leaps of joy
Verse
They out donor or rotter / show babbitt or squatter
Open or close a door / may lead to peace or war
They give tender vibrations / make callous statements
Bring inner thoughts to light / may hate or cherish life
Music: Municstreet
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
In Zeiten, in denen die Demokratie durch Populisten herausgefordert wird, war es uns ein Bedürfnis einen Song zum Thema zu schreiben
Populists
The world turns upside down / Populists gain ground
They even get elected / Cause people feel neglected
Agitators spread around / Autocrats are crowned
Why are they respected? / The least stay unprotected!
Chorus
They reap the whirl-wind and
Wuthering seas break solid dams
Shake the world right down to its foundations
Head of states make statements full of consternation
Blinded, full of hate: Populists run the state!
The world turns upside down / Democrats lose ground
They fail to get elected / Cause people feel neglected
Bridge
It’s so visible, it’s incredible, it’s so horrible
We are liable, we’re gullible, we’re responsible
Foolishly teetering on the brink of an abyss
With a view to an apocalyptic coulisse
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
Dieser beschwingte, jazzige Song ist einer befreundeten Band gewidmet, die sich zuletzt "Creation in Progress" nannte.
Veuve Clicquot
Innovative sounds, out-of-the-box thinking, open-mindedness is jauntily swinging
An ugly duck becomes a swan while they’re sipping Dom Perignon
Limerick lyrics and off-the-wall music, much happiness seems to be elusive
Apparently, that’s what they seek while they’re sipping Moet and Heidsieck
Chorus
It’s a band with changing names / It’s a band that fans the flames
Of invention, creation and scintillation
It’s a band of faithful friends / with a lot of odds and ends
With invention, creation and scintillation
Freaky spacy sounds, creation in progress, opera voice meets a “Kind of Blue”
Instantly, they are inspired and keep on through while they’re sipping superb Montaudon
Bridge
Fingers hold and clink blown glasses, bubbles rise while their bad mood passes
When they get awakened by a widow, i’ts Veuve Clicquot, it’s Veuve Clicquot
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
Dieser Song handelt von der gefährlichen Überfahrt der Flüchtlinge über das Mittelmeer und ihrem Schicksal. "Davy Jones' Locker" ist der englische Begriff für "Seemannsgrab".
Davy Jones’ Locker
He wanted to escape from bombing
His home had been reduced to dust
She gave away all her belongings
to find a home in peace and trust
While traffickers rubbed their hands with gloating
They went aboard a wreck called ship
Out at sea huge waves were shaking
old rotten planks and fearful men
We’re afraid of Davy Jones’ locker
We’re afraid of a watery grave
We’re afraid of Davy Jones’ locker
Don’t let us be swallowed by the next wave
Trapped in the dark, screams ear-piercing
It turned out to be a trip through hell
It took old men as well as babies sleeping
Into the stormy sea they fell
As they reached clear shallow waters
Many of them hadn’t survived
Nobody knows their final destination
By then a heavy toll they’d paid
They escaped Davy Jones’ locker
They escaped a watery grave
But here and now their journey hasn’t ended
They have to be strong and brave
Gathered like cattle, in bad condition
Living in camps like being banned
They apply for asylum und admission
In the so-called promised land
Where will they find a home and freedom
Will they get a chance to stay
They have to justify the reasons
And fight against their rising doubts
They escaped Davy Jones’ locker
They escaped a watery grave
They are facing an uncertain future
Their way has only just begun
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
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Chameleonic
You are chameleonic
Far away from being harmonic
You always need a hedonic tone
In your emotional combat zone
You like to be ironic
Your comments seem to be sardonic
You love making other people thrown
In your emotional combat zone
You’re hard to handle / You’re too difficult for me
My love’s not worth the candle and I can clearly see
You’re hard to handle / You’re too difficult for me
You burn the candle at two ends and that’s too much for me
With glances quite demonic
Your mind flies kind of supersonic
And you ascend the gorgeous throne
In your emotional combat zone
You’re hard to handle...
You roam the giant milky-way
You raise confusing feelings, hey
Which are tectonic, symphonic, synchronic
laconic, hypertonic, hegemonic, plutonic
You're hard to handle...
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
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Dieser Song handelt von einem jungen Mann, der sich seit jüngster Kindheit im "falschen" Körper fühlte und sich nach langen Jahren der inneren Konflikte entschloss, endlich zur Frau zu werden.
Salty tears
Intro
She’s feeling like a girl since she’s been a little boyThe way she was going was for him, not for her
Walking upright like the ordinary boys
Wondering that he prefers to play with girlish toys
She made up his face and wore her sister’s clothes
Loved mom’s beauty case when she was all alone
Burning questions were slowly boiling up
But who’s the court and who’s the judge?
Chorus
He’s breaking the habit just to stop it
But she’s not buying it
The looks are hurting like the thoughts in her head
She wants to go further but he goes back instead
Living the lie – but he can’t deny
that something is growing deep inside
Chorus
Now I put on my hold-up stockings /and the red lipstick, too
I love wearing my blue make-up and my sexy shoes
I try to walk on black high heels
I have a red dress, too, I have a red dress, too…
Chorus
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Jürgen Schulten/Jan Schulten
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Good love needs time
Don’t hurry through life / Don’t hurry through love
Don’t worry about things / you cannot change
Be wary of hurts / Let hopes shape your life
A new dawn will break / after the darkest night
Good love needs time…
Don’t hurry through life / Don’t hurry through love
Don’t worry about people / who let you down
Never let yesterday / use up today’s life
A new dawn will break / stand up and fight
Good love needs time…
Don’t hurry through life / Don’t hurry through love
True love is forever / no flash in the pan
It’s kind of magic / no catch as catch can
Good time needs love / and good love needs time
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
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Don’t kill anymore
Summer
I still love you
Remote controlled
My home
Through the eyes of the children
Sunday afternoon
Seven days
Song for her daddy
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Don’t kill anymore
Please hear my words make peace and put an end to wars!
Hopeless lives, sad crying eyes - I don’t want it anymore
Broken houses, debris fields, ripped-off limbs and gore
An old man with an orphaned boy, they seem to ask “wherefore?”
People roaming desperately, no one dries their tears
Robbed of their belongings, stranded, they are full of fears
They lost their homes, their mind, there is no place to stay
I can’t help but sing this song and begin to pray
Don’t kill anymore
They cannot see a ray of hope and struggle to survive
Politicians who could help, don’t deal with it, are blind
Lost souls in a cruel world of selfishness and greed
I can only sing out loud: what they need is peace!
Don’t kill anymore
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Jürgen Schulten/Maren Eckhardt
Summer
Wake up and watch the brilliant lights
Diamonds born during the night
Coltishly plummeted but safe
Dancing upon the bouncing waves
It’s summer
Oh look, this nice and pleasant sight
Fleecy clouds, all washed clean white
On a sky all over blue
Hard to believe but this is true
It’s summer
I wish the sun would never pass
I’ll keep some rays deep in my heart
For those cold winter nights
Or for some troubling times
It’s summer
Come, enjoy the icy floods
Your heart speeds up, you’re breathless but
You feel relieved, just free from care
What a gorgeous life! I swear!
It’s summer
Music: Jürgen Schulten
Lyrics: Maren Eckhardt
I still love you
All the times we live together
All the storms we’re going through
Hope that we will live for ever
I just want to be with you
All the darkness - we are lightnings
So many moments we enjoy
Our children are so surprising
Make us proud like no one else
You`re like a hurricane, you’re like the sun
You surprise me like no one
What ever happened whatever will be
This is true I still love you
All the things we do together
I know we do it well
We forget the world around us
And the heaven is on earth
You`re like a hurricane, you’re like the sun…
Music & lyrics: Jürgen Schulten
Remote Controlled
Watching the people running round and round
Where are you from? Where do you go?
Like busy ants on their way
No time to breathe, no time to stay
I see laughter without a smile
Faceless puppets without life
Society conventions make us blind
To survive, they kill our mind
That’s you, that’s me, that’s we, I agree
We only serve a great purpose
We fight for money to survive
It doesn’t matter to lose a life
To perform is what we have to do
That’s you, that’s me, that’s we, I agree
Nobody knows what’s his name
We are numbers we’re doing the same
Just a working part of this game
Yes, we all do the same....
So we’ll leave the world without a trace
Another one will take your place
No one will know or will remind
I still preach don’t waste your time
Yes you, yes me, yes we, we agree
Music & lyrics: Jürgen Schulten
My home
I was born in a hard-working miner city
The sound of steel is the rhythm of my heart
Dusty streets and burning skies
Daylight shining in the night
I was born in this hard-working miner city
It´s my home, it`s my home where I am from
The melting pot for millions of different people
Lost souls from all over the world
Different thoughts, different chats
Different clothes, different colors
Yes we are one, yes we are strong
It´s our home, it's our home where we belong
Assholes are assholes and friends are friends
No matter who you are or where you‘re from
No fine dressed leader gets a chance
No honeyed smile can hide a lie
If we stand together, life is in our hand
It´s our home, it`s our home where we belong
Music & lyrics: Jürgen Schulten
Through the eyes of the children
I feel the tears behind your smile
I hear the truth between your words
I see the face behind your mask
I stop the time to search deep inside
For a lost boy in a lost time I try to remind
So sensitive and fragile deep inside
Through the eyes of the children
I look on the world
No secrets are deep enough
To hide them from the world
With the ears of the kids I listen to you
No whisper is quiet enough
I know what you do
Just simple rules to understand
Are you sad I lend you my hand
Are you tired I lie down to you
I wish I know the right to do
Through the eyes of the children…
Music & lyrics: Jürgen Schulten/Andreas Grosse
Sunday afternoon
Rescue packages will be soon sold out
While money is melting away
The money printing press is working day and night
Is glowing hot and at last it will explode
Finance sharks burn billion dollars day by day
'cause they know: help is coming soon
They save the world on a Sunday afternoon
They save the world on a Sunday afternoon
They´re loving ‘bunga bunga’ while the world is burning down
They just want to get some perfect thrills
A poor little girl is begging in the street
She knows that money kills
Finance sharks burn billion dollars day by day
'cause they know: help is coming soon
They save the world on a Sunday afternoon
They save the world on a Sunday afternoon
And if you rise against them, you will wake up in jail
The chance to change it, is just this
We have to tear them down from those comfort chairs
Before they kill us with a kiss
Finance sharks burn billion dollars day by day
‘cause they know: help is coming soon
They save the world on a bunga afternoon
They save their asses while money is coming soon
Long live occupy!
Music & lyrics: Andreas Grosse
Seven days
In February we first met you
In March we found our faith in you
Yes, we created the radio show
And then we tried to make a video
We wrote "Summer" for the “GOA“
And played "Unbelievable"
We practiced for the „Dragon Time“
It was cold and wet, so that no kite could fly
Just seven days before you fly
Into the milky Asian sky
Music is where you came from
Music waits where you belong
We hope that you`ll soon be back again
No matter how long you're away
Whatever will be
We’ll keep your place free
We all give our best
Enjoy the last chords for this year
In silent moments this song should support you
Just seven days before you fly…
Music & lyrics: Jürgen Schulten
Song for her daddy
You use your political experience
To reach the pole position anywhere
You leave your mother ‘cause she’s growing old
You throw your daughter away - yes, she did what she’d told
You feel like the centre of the universe
Like King Louis XIV
You play golf with your business associates
Success is what you need
Everyone loves someone
And maybe someone will love me
But believe me if you ride on the wings of death
There won’t be anyone for you - you will see
In your life - everything is in the right place
On your mind - you put everyone in the right case
In your arms - every life is freezing
Dependency is the gift of your heart
Everyone loves someone…
You break every fragile heart
You would never give a chance to try a second start
Yes, you’re right, of cause you’re right
You are the rightest of the universe
Everyone loves someone…
Music & lyrics: Jürgen Schulten
MUNICSTREET
Jürgen Schulten: vocals, guitars
Maren Eckhardt: vocals
Andreas Grosse: keybboards
Michael Schulten: bass guitar
Michael Wöstehoff: drums
Marie Schulten & Sarah Mesenbrock: backing vocals (“The WeeBee-Girls”)
Produced, mixed and mastered by Jan Schulten
CD layout by Jan Schulten & Maren Eckhardt
Photgraphy by Jürgen Schulten & Jan Schulten
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