digging for gold
Sitting on a boat with a heavy load
Waving to the waves that want to crush my bones
Bury me down in the deep blue sea
Carry me down where I have been
To search for life, to search for love
To search for forgiving and to search for hope
To return back with out any loan
I'm digging for
gold
Wind blowing in my face and in to my back
Make me keep going make me return back
Howling in his holy gale
Growling with the devilish pale
White face in to mine
Opening my eyes and opening my mind
Clear and bright, clear and high
Feel this yearning
Endless turning
All we do is digging for gold
Torments singing
Keep on clinging
All we do is digging for gold
I dance around the fire arise red high
Sparkling desire light in to the sky
Move a little closer with the heat in your face
Watch the fire burning and me dancing with grace
Move with the rhythm
Move to the flow
Feel the fire in your heart
feel the fire to make you start
Sitting in a cave
And I'm smelling the earth
Under the trunks
Deep under the world
Silent space, silent space
I'm digging deeper, I'm digging for gold
digging for heat and I'm digging for cold
Sparkling diamonds, sparkling diamonds
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Disillusion
Why I keep starring at the radio
Why my mind is empty and I feel so slow
Can't I be happy and walk in the sun
This crossed my mind and the madness begun
I work at day, sleep at night, work at day
All the weeks and years are passing by.
Coming home, sitting down, coming home
And put the radio on, put the radio on
Bad news in the radio
The world wide crisis got to go
Mass destruction stock corruption
Bad news in the radio
Mushroom clouds of radiation
Dark path to our final destination
Do we need this kind of flagellation
The world is braking down
Disillusion, this confusion,
disillusion
I keep starring at the radio.
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Guilty
All I want is to be boring
To be boring all day long
And I feel some kind of sorry
For you to party on and on
But I'm feeling so guilty about this
All I want is sucking sunshine
Sucking sunshine from my face
I'd betray my very own kind
With my brand new masquerades
It seems as only morons rule the world
Can I be one, too, oh, my lord
Make me forget the ugly things that I know
Floating in puzzles on and on
All I want is stupidiation
Being stupid all the days
Jumping running around in circles
Like I do here live on stage
I'm so fucking superstitious
About self fulfilling prophecies
All these thoughts be come reality
And me my biggest enemy
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Gypsy Song
I sing these gypsy melodies
Your heart is crying, crying to the street
And lying at my feet
I got you with my moan, with my moan
We've got to
stick together
On the road
I play this gipsy song for you
Your heart is bleeding, bleeding to the groove
And lean in to my moves
I got you with my moan, with my moan
I sing these gipsy melodies
Your heart is dying, dying to the street
And lying at my feet
I got you with my moan, with my moan
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
In Stereo
We all live and we all give in stereo
You told me that you told me that you do not so
I say you just wear another uniform
You've worn a uniform since we were born
I have to go, yeah, I have to go, I have to go
We have to show, yeah, we have to show, we have to show
Break them off and take them off and you will know
That we all live up and we all give up in stereo
We
lived there all alone
In or lazy home
In side this lazy home
At the end of lazy road
We sold you crazy nights
For our mazy lives
Inside this hazy light
You'll find the world alright
We have to loom, we have to zoom, have to seed
We have the need, we have to breed, different speeds
Three dimensions, hyper tension, monkey show
We all live and we all give in stereo
I have to go, yeah, I have to go, I have to go
We have to show, yeah, we have to show, we have to show
Break them off and take them off and you will know
That we all live up and we all give up in stereo
We're heading down, the bouncer frown
But we don't care, we hear the sound
That grooves the crowd in stereo
That moves the proud in uniforms
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
In the Sun
I wanna lay down in the sun
We're living down here in the sea
We used our high adaptability
Far out existence
Coral banks
Pothole homes
Made of sand
I wanna lay down in the sun
We're living up here in the stars
Silent robots lick our scars
We watch the future
Fade away
And watch the worlds decay
Tell me who you are
Where you wanna roam
It's time to go
We leave our homes
We leave them all alone
Tell me who you are
Where you wanna roam
A million things
On brilliant wings
Just listen to the flow
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Look in the eye
When I look in your eyes
I'd like to kiss you just like by surprise
Oh, baby just be aware
I'm the devil but do you really care
Do you really care
Let's get to physicals
You shouldn't look so critical, come on
Yeah, you should know
This is biological I feel a little tropical
Come on leave the world behind you
Meet you down in the park
You shouldn't step out alone in the dark
Oh, baby just be aware
You are a woman but do you really care
Do you really care
Come take some time relax on my boat
We spend the time with amore, amore, amore
To get work done in a dozen of ways
Wake up the sun comes don't be afraid
So visualize white sail and blue, blue sea
The gulls might cry but there is only you and me
Only joy will surround us
You'll my toy till the next comes
When you're look in my eyes
You try to hit me like by surprise
I slide over the rail
You are a woman
Oh, damned how could I fail
Damned how could I fail
This is a miracle
Just me and sea and cryptical ideas and blue, blue sea
This is a little tragical
The fishes have anatomical projects
They plan a joint venture
Meet you up in the stars
You should not step out alone in the dark
Oh baby I will be aware
You are a devil
But do I really care
Do I really care
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Outa control
As I walked pretty smooth
In you mind and I wouldn't mind too
A candle couldn't lit this room
Just too much space as we danced with grace
Make a mistake for heavens sake
Foot on the brake no fake no fake
Time to awake as I can't get it more
Make another score we hugged on the floor
We had a time to really adore
You, me, she, time to ignore
My head screams get
out of my way
Stomach have got something to say
Feet stand still they have to obey
My nerves seem to be outa control
Outa control they hurt my soul
Outa control I stray away
So I went out of your room
Out your mind in a different time
But I had to come back soon
And it was right to stay over the night
Make a mistake for heavens sake
Foot on the brake no fake no fake
Time to awake as I can't get it more
Make another score we hugged on the floor
We had a time to really adore
You, me, she, time to ignore
My head screams get
out of my way
Stomach have got something to say
Feet stand still they have to obey
My nerves seem to be outa control
Outa control they hurt my soul
Outa control I stray away
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Pirates
Let me introduce Jack
He is upset in his chest
he can't take it no more
Upset of the government
Upset how they treated him
He wouldn't go to work
He went down to the port
Got drunk with a tart
Wake up on a ship
Destination Martinique
The sea gull in the air
He met the sailor Pierre
Let's go sailing
Leading us, informing us
Under cross bone flag you come with us
Leading us, informing us
Where the journey goes
The swell makes me throw ... up
We met a ship of the empire
Flying a skull flag in the sky, yeah
Hard starboard, fire
Cannonballs in the air
Screams and smoke every where
Sabers sang a song
We entered the ship
A knife between our lips
Death came quick
Resistance was not big
Sea gulls in the skies
And the captain dies
Let's be pirates
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Polka
Walking straight down on a street
People turn there heads away
Watch that world, watch that world
People are afraid to look at me
Can't they see, can't they see
Living like a vagabond, I'm living down here on the ground
I am free, I am free
Why can people let go, money makes them so, so
Watch that world, oh, watch that world
I wear down
I earn my money in the sun, I'm living like a vagabond
Town to town on the ground
If they chase I'm running
If they catch I'm stunning
And feel my heart
That heavy pounds
I'm free as just a bird can be
Go to places I like to see
Let me be it's my spree
Why can't people let go
If life make them so, so
Oh, watch that world, oh, watch that world
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Gregor Wiebe & Butz | 2010
Rose Seller
I sell the roses
I went from bar to bar
I'm always smiling right
To smiling faces at night
I see the people get drunk
I see the people eat junk
You think this life is pure
Give to the poor
This life's my cure
Wanna buy some red roses
from me
Want to buy a red rose
I came from far away
Zagreb or Bombay
Don't speak the language right
Enough to sell roses at night
Don't you act so cool
Don't you ignore me you fool
Only accept my smile
And buy once a while
Once a while
Wanna buy some red roses from me
Want to buy a red rose
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Summer Emotion
Riding on a bike
Through the city night
Shades complete my style
Feel it kind of nice
It feels kind of right
Sweat runs down my spine
Riding in the dark, hear dogs distant barks
As the moon shines, on the cobblestone
Hear the cats they moan love lullabies.
Summer emotion
is like a love potion
For heart and soul
Mosquitoes dancing in endless romancing
Around the light poles.
Tender sun on my skin
That's what I want
Warm and gentle in the spring
That's all I got
Hear the birds singing
Feel the light stinging
Burn my soul
Summer emotion
Kiss with devotion
I love you
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Temple Bar
I'm walking down to temple bar
I'm moving fast I'm walking far
People on my way annoy me
Random thought gonna destroy me
I'm walking down the street at night
The neon lights that shine so bright
I cross a bridge the river Liffey
It's raining now my cloths are stiff
Went to bar
Went to far
I go down
On the ground
When the shit
Hits the fan
I can dance
Yes I can
In my pub I like to dance and sing, dance
and sing
In my pub I get pissed like a pig, like a pig
****Go on ya good thing *****
I step in the Auld Dubliner
I meet and greet the people there
Behind the bar stands good old Gerry
He seems busy I feel merry
I'm chatting the whole night away
Spend the money earned at day
Is no money in my pockets
I have have to go, no I have to go
Went to bar
Went to far
I go down
On the ground
When the shit
Hits the fan
I can dance
Yes I can
In my pub I like to dance and sing, dance
and sing
In my pub I get pissed like a pig, like a pig
****Get up Outta That *****
It's time to play the music
It's time to light the lights
It's time to meet the Muppet's on the Muppet Show tonight
It's time to put on make up
It's time to dress up right
It's time to raise the curtain on the Muppet Show tonight
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
The Moon
When I'm walking
In the sleep I'm talking
Simply stalking the moon
Blue moon
I'll come to you
Really soon, so soon
Take me over with your might
Hold me closer in your blue moon light
You can touch me silver and cold
I will follow foot steps on the roof
Fly out the window
Blow where the wind blows
Blinking stars above my head
What do I do
Without my shoes
On the top of this roof
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
The Pie
Brought to a party from a friend of mine
It is the pie who no one likes
Made for a birthday late one night
It is the pie who no one likes
Cream tastes sour the base is tight
It is the pie who no one likes
Brought to a party from a friend of mine
It is the pie who no one likes
Doesn't look tasty
no surprise
It is the pie who no one likes
I'm done with some rum in a rubber dub style
Me a di ragamuffin an me say di with da pride
Knead me to di left toss me to the right
Add di milk an sugar an add di nother spice
Gotta bray the herbs gotta grind the leaves
Yo must run to da jungle to get those ingredients
If you wanna try there's thunder in your brain
Me a di ragamuffin in a rubber dub style
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
Time for a rhyme
It's time for a rhyme
Slipping down my toe
Linger through my feet
And breeding in my dough
Creeping by me side
Running far below
If seven is made for heaven
Than eight is just too late
Take one for the fun
And two for the groove
Three for the knees
And four for the floor
Sniff five with a knife
And six for the kicks
If seven is made for haven
Than eight is just to late
1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8!
At Monday I look ugly
At Tuesday I feel bad
Wednesday it's getting better
But Thursday is also sad,
At Friday my sun is rising
And it will come to stay
At Saturday i feel pretty good
When we go out to play
In the morning when I get up
I'm running down the stairs
And I take a lot of pictures
Of the busy people there
At noon I'm writing stories
Sit in a small cafe
And the nighttime is the right time
To throw these words away
Take me before the morning comes
Shake me and play my favorite song
Bruise me like you did before
Booze me and send me out the door
We're not the biggest jokers
But have a funny time
We're only pavement-rockers
Like to do it for the rhyme
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
We are
Lay by the sea side
Wait for the turn of tide
Until our clothes are dried
We have to start until we stop
Don't have to pout
Cause there is now doubt
What we seed will start to sprout
You have to burn it to the top
We love the weather
Lay in the heather
Our love is burning
Feel the yearning
The fire starts to fume
We climb up on the dunes
To croon up to the moon
We have to start until we stop
Might be all out
But we don't have to tout
To be your hide out
We have to burn it to the top
Raise a bonfire
The flames grow higher
Follow desire
We tumble and we start to roll
You seem to dislike it
We struggle and you want it all
That's how you like it
The taste of salt on to your skin
Make's me forget tomorrow
Vacant looks where have you been
The glut will come the morning through
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010
You are music
All in all you are music
I would like to point that out
You are the food for blues and soul
I have no doubt you are music
Give the people so much joy
As you are m. u. s. i. c.
She's the biggest fan and watches her band, her band
In the middle of the crowd but feels alone
Just listen to the songs
Listen on and on
Feel the melodies
You're music not just for me
We get around, we see the people
Out and about when there's no need to
Ponder loud shout with all might
You're out of sight just do it right, yeah, do it right
He acts just like a movie star
But he's afraid deep in to his heart
Keep dancing to the songs
Dancing on and on
Feel the melodies
You're music not just for me!
CD digging for gold | ® lyrics by Butz | 2010