Es füllt sich so langsam...

Als Kinder der 1960er und 1970er Jahre sind wir mit englischsprachiger Musik aufgewachsen. Sie klang damals in unseren Ohren musikalischer und einfach cooler.

Seitdem hat sich viel in der Musiklandschaft verändert, dennoch halten wir an englischen Texten fest. Sie sind ein Teil der musikalischen Epoche und Kultur, für die Motorway Lark steht.

Dennoch erlauben wir uns den Luxus, Euch hier und da eine "Botschaft" zu übermitteln. Musik ist etwas Kommunikatives, Emotionales, Persönliches. Das soll sich auch in unseren Texten spiegeln. Um Euch unsere "Messages" zu erschließen, könnt Ihr an dieser Stelle unsere Texte noch einmal in Ruhe nachlesen.

In alphabetischer Reihenfolge:

Arrogance (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 1979)

Now, man, you call the earth your own
You’ve swum, you’ve gone, at last you’ve flown
You’ve seen the depth, you’ve reached the moon
You’ll beat your own god soon!
Assurance is the only word
And doubt’s a thing I’ve never heard
Your world’s a mess of busy sound
But silence will come around...

Please don’t mind this song
It doesn’t mean to scare
A warning just to lift your lids a bit
To see what goes on.
Though you’re sure I’m wrong
You won’t need me to show
You can’t bear when no noise
Goes on killing your minds
- Encounter of more than three kinds -
And silence is the least of all,
Of the powers awaiting their call

Watch the grass, leave your science at home
Speak to the guy you can see all alone
It’s just if you want and not if there’s use
If you want you’ll see wonders you never will lose
Then you’re the drop of rain on the hot sand
That can help to turn deserts to seas

Don’t be that blind seeing only my shape
Right now’s the time for your thoughts to escape
Admit that you’re weak and you’ll ever be strong
You never need force to find out who is wrong

Mankind is not made for arrogant to be
Forever that blindness must fade
We’re just the seed, can’t you see?
Let’s pull together, no shade on our eye
And watch out forever
For wonders passing by

Broken Wing Bird (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 2016)

No need to worry, you’re perfect to me
What you call imperfection is eventually
Just the spot in your body that sets you apart
From the rest in the world that will never be touching my heart

No need to worry, you’re perfect to me
What you call imperfection is eventually
Just the twist in your mind that sets you apart
From the rest in the world that will never be touching my heart

Stay with me, precious bird
There’s a place that’s reserved to your name
How I need you to learn
That a broken wing bird is the dearest of blisses to gain

No need to worry, you’re perfect to me
What you call imperfection is eventually
Just the warmth in your soul that sets you apart
From the rest in the world that will never be touching my heart

Stay with me, precious bird
There’s a place that’s reserved to your name
How I need you to learn
That a broken wing bird is the dearest of blisses to gain…

…Precious bird
There’s a place that’s reserved to your name
How I need you to learn
That a broken wing bird is the dearest of blisses to gain

Disarmament (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 2008)

I had the chance to choose my weapons
I chose the brilliancy of mind
With every brain that I walked over
I slammed a door and stayed behind

I had the chance to choose my weapons
I chose the insight into souls
And got control of those around me
But lost myself within my roles

I’m so tired of talking, wasting breath
For words won’t pull me through
I will drop my sword and break my shield
Reveal my heart and soul to you

I had the chance to choose my weapons
I chose the might of eloquence
I got respect and admiration
But I got caught within my fence

I’m so tired of talking, wasting breath…

I had the chance to choose my weapons
Each of them awesome and sublime
But I was choking in my armour
Gave it away for song and rhyme

I’m so tired of talking, wasting breath…

I’m so tired of talking, wasting breath
These arms won’t pull me through
I’ll perform complete disarmament
And sing my heart and soul to you

Hello From The Past (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 2013)

Just a hello from the past
Just to make sure that some memories linger
You don’t remember? I don’t mind, this is
Just a hello from the past

This is a smile from the past
Just a reply to the one you left me
Spare me a moment to remember
This is a smile from the past

Nothing of what you do
Is ever lost and gone
Anything that you are
Will once be washed upon the shore

Though we have come a long way
This is a sign you are not forgotten
You left a trace, you have a place
Though we have come a long way

Nothing of what you do
Is ever lost and gone
Anything that you are
Will once return to show you
Nothing of what you do
Is ever lost and gone
Anything that you are
Will once be washed upon the shore

Master of Dreams (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 1985)

When I was a child I lived within my nightly dreams
I kept them in the morning when the night was through
And so they gave me warmth all through the day, it seems
They lingered till the night would make them new

The Master of Dreams was the creator of my nightly days
His phantasy was the treasure of the night
Each night he would come and lead me on fantastic ways
But now it seems he’s left, he’s out of sight
Master of Dreams
Master of Dreams

Master of Dreams, where do you hide from me?
Where are the fairy tales you used to tell?
Master of Dreams, you give the fantasy
You can heal me with your magic spell
You can heal me, you can make me well
You know the way out of this dreamless hell
Master of Dreams
Master of Dreams

I remember darkness threatening to take hold of me
I remember nightmares, desperation, pain
When suffocation tried to lay its hands on me
You came to help me when I called your name
Master of Dreams
Master of Dreams

But now he’s gone, I can’t imagine why
I hardly saw his shadow pass away
It doesn’t help to call him back, it doesn’t help to cry
I think I will follow him into the nightly day
Down into the mind on a child’s fantastic way
Where my grown-up dreamlessness can’t chase away
The Master of Dreams
The Master of Dreams...

Mirror Man (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 1984)

Mirror Man, eyes stuck to silver reflections
Mirror Man, tell me about what you see
Mirror Man, victim of body affections
Mirror Man, look at your mind, is it really free?

I told you the story of Narcissus
He fell in love with his face in the pond
Blind for the beauty around him
mad of desire that bound him
deaf for the words that he might have heard from beyond

Mirror Man...

Well, I know your pretty and obstinate girlfriend
She seizes your time and she seizes your mind
However true you may call her
her name is vanity and I saw her
with a thousand people with a thousand mirrors in hand.

Mirror Man...

Motorway Lark (Text Michael Lülsdorff, Musik Axel Fenger, Michael & Raimund Lülsdorff (c) 1981)

The madmen in their cars
Are rushing up and down the motorway
Beside the road a little lark
Seems unaware of what exhaust pipes say:

„Flee me down to the dark
Ain’t you got no fear?
See, here’s no place for singing
For the deadly black tyre is here"

"You just don’t fit in well
With what the people call reality
Flee to the woods, hide in a shell
But for heaven’s sake don’t touch a motorway"

"Flee me down to the dark
Ain’t you got no fear?
See, here’s no place for singing
For the deadly black tyre is here“

Just as the lark starts to answer
Some big feathers are torn from his wing
„I’m not like many another
There ain’t no forests and shells left for me
It’s on motorways I must sing
No, there ain’t no forests and shells left for me
It’s on motorways I will sing"

See, I’m the Motorway Lark
I will find my way
Though I can hear you roaring
I don’t care what machineries say

Mystery (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 1984)

Every man has his history
Do you want to know mine?
Every man has his mystery
Do you want to know mine?

Many want to know
Where my secrets go
But they won’t understand
This key won’t fit into
Their locks of heart

Every man has his history
Do you want to know mine?
Every man has his mystery
Do you want to know mine?

If you’d like to hear
Come and sit down near
And throw away your fear
For only you can understand
My secret tongue

Every man has his history
Do you want to know mine?
Every man has his mystery
Do you want to know mine?

Protected (Text und Musik (c) Raimund Lülsdorff, 2014)

When hordes of hovering Titans
Dashed into our sphere
All our hope was lost and gone
The end seemed to be near.
But then the four huge ancient gods
Stepped right into their way
Seizing them and crushing them
To clinging clumps of clay
The few ones that made it through
Escaped their mighty arms
Got struck by the warlords sword
Or Luna’s austere charms

And  you complain a lack of luck
You’re lost and down and out
Look: Your guardian angel may
Be hiding in the crowd
Shelter’s round the corner
Don’t take it for neglected
What is protected

Groping hands on the bus home
And no way to escape
Meeting these two sods, the girl feared
Soon would lead to rape
But then an elder lady rose
And ordered them: “Let go!”
Followed by a tough young woman
Sharply hurling: “No!”
Those ruffians thought ‘bout bullying
But swiftly changed their plan
When they saw the angry looks
Of four muscle-bound men

And  you complain a lack of luck
You’re lost and down and out
Look: Your guardian angel may
Be hiding in the crowd
Shelter’s round the corner
Don’t take it for neglected
What is protected

So carefully think it over
If fear should reign your life
Don’t stay home just shivering
Don’t buy a gun or knife!
There are demons out there
But also Seraphim
Burning bright like beacons when
your life seems dark and dim
Those protective powers
Could need a hand or two
People who support them:
What about you?

And  you complain a lack of luck
You’re lost and down and out
Look: Your guardian angel may
Be hiding in the crowd
Shelter’s round the corner
Don’t take it for neglected
What is protected
What is protected
Yes, you’re protected

Runner (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 1979)

You were part of the race till you were pushed out of pace
Until they tore the red carpet away
You continued to chase without a motion of face
But what you felt like is no need to say

So you kept running all day and you kept running all night
Bearing your memories like huge sacks of sand
just all those backs in the front were an unusual sight
Where do you run with no map in your hand?

Runner, the past is in front of you
Runner, the present is here
Runner, maybe future’s behind you
So stop and wait, let your future come near

After three days on the street you couldn’t stand on your feet
You had to lose to the rain and the sun
And when you sat on the street you finally happened to meet
The goal you thought you would find on the run

The goal said „That’s how it feels to run three days at the heels
Of what you fear could so easily fade
You know I shared all your fears and all your never-come-nears
I was the runner behind in the shade

Runner, the past is in front of you
Runner, the present is here
Runner, maybe future’s behind you
So stop and wait, let your future come near

See How She Flies (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 2018)

She’s a magic bird to fly into my life
She’s as rare as she can be
She can change her species right before my eye
She’s a miracle to me

She does wonders, the kind your eyes will not see
No sensations, but she makes true sense to me

See how she flies, don’t trust your eyes
Wonders are made out of love
She is all real, but you may feel
She has that magical spark … from above

She’s an eagle when the troubled days will come
She’s a hawk with mindful eyes
She’s a hen when she is needed as a mom
She’s an owl to give advice

She does wonders,  the kind your eyes will not see
No sensations, but she makes true sense to me

See how she flies, don’t trust your eyes
Wonders are made out of love
She is all real, but you may feel
She has that magical spark

See how she flies, open your eyes
Wonders are made out of love
She is all real, but you may feel
She has that magical spark … from above

Sun Of Mine (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 2001)

Fogs roll in slowly, the night beats the day
Darkness kills colour and light
Veils made of chillness fall down on your way
Hope disappears out of sight

But through the gloom there comes shining a spark
I feel a force penetrating the dark

Sun of mine, won’t you shine?
Touch my soul with your sunbeams of gold
Sun of mine that I long to entwine
Just a glance, just a kiss, you’re my warm, golden
Sun of mine, won’t you shine?
Touch my soul with your sunbeams of gold
Sun of mine that I long to entwine
Send your sunbeams of gold for your bright magic spell to unfold

Joy turns to yearning, and yearning to pain
Pain to expel all your dreams
Dark dreamless shadows that drive you insane
Cut off your feelings it seems

Yet there’s a flash in the dead of the night
Bringing the candle of life back to light

Sun of mine, won’t you shine?
Touch my soul with your sunbeams of gold
Sun of mine that I long to entwine
Just a glance, just a kiss, you’re my warm, golden
Sun of mine, won’t you shine?
Touch my soul with your sunbeams of gold
Sun of mine that I long to entwine
Send your sunbeams of gold for your bright magic spell to unfold

The Engine Of Life (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 2018)

This is the sound of the wheel that keeps moving us on
This is the sound of the rattling road that goes faster the further we come
Through sun, wind and rain, by foot, car or train
This is the beat of the heart of this world

This is the engine of life, no time for strife
You will find peace at the end of the line
This is the one way to go, no need to know
What lies ahead at the end of your time

This is the rule that requires your body and soul
This is the rule that you have to obey if you wanna stay up on the stage
So spare me your fears, your unrequested tears
This is the spirit you called long ago

This is the engine of life, no time for strife
You will find peace at the end of the line
This is the one way to go, no need to know
What lies ahead at the end of your time
 

The Madman And The Sage (Text und Musik (c) Michael Lülsdorff, 1984)

I came to a room where the light was dark
I saw a tumbling crowd of people in a rage
I closed the door, leant against the wall when their faces hit my eye
The day I met the madman and the sage

There were men without names playing children's games
With their faces smiling madly without fear
And when I looked into their eyes I thought I looked into their hearts
That's when I knew the madman and the sage were here

Hey, my friend, come and teach me take your hand
And grin with you that plain and foolish smile
People in the street have come to unlearn how to greet
Come here, my friend, and teach me for a while

The things that they would never learn are said to be the ones
That fill your life with happiness and love
But those who tell you all you need is money and success
Are those, I think, will never rise above

Hey, my friend...