Everything moves




01. everything moves
02. i wanna wake you
03. baked bananas
04. seven sixpacks
05. sorry
06. happy
07. plus jamais comme jadis
08. king of the windmills
09. okay

10. twisted inside
11. coffee & candy
12. backyard pool
13. getaway
14. home


gŁnter: when we decided to record a second cd in 1995 we wanted to avoid all the mistakes we thought we had made recording the "whatever" album. so there were quite number of people involved not belonging to the band maybe the most important of them was kim fowley, famous american producer, who had heard our first album and wanted to record the second one with us. but he found nobody to pay him to do so, so we finally did it without him. still, he had given us a lot of important tips including a list of which songs to record. when we finally started in november 1995, the two heads of portnoy, heimo mitterer and harald werth, had offered to produce the album with us, which we willingly accepted. we worked at the perfect sound studio again, using (and fighting with) a new mixing console. recording this time really turned into stress, working under pressure of time (and money). however, it still took us until april 1996 to finish the mixing.

everything moves

gŁnter: i wrote it in greece in 1991. the song underwent several re-arrangements and never really made it into the live program. i'm still quite content with it, although i'd cut the solo if i did a remix.

Wishing or wonder?
The world has changed and you don't give a damn
The way things move
Lightning and thunder
Couldn't scare the world as much as I
I've got it in my hands
To let things move
Let everything move

I snapped my fingers
A muddle of words that just came to my mind
Don't ask me how.
Loser or winner?
I'm holding all the trumpcards in my hand
And now the tables turn
So let it move
Let everything move

Everything moves, now the lid is off the jar
Now the spell is broken, mountains move, I made them move
Everything moves, just like puppets on a string,
As if guided by remote control, I'm in control
Everything moves

Blessing or blunder?
My chance to charm, my chance to change the world
The way I want
Luxury or lumber?
What's yours is mine, a whistle and it's here
Right here at my command

i wanna wake you

gŁnter: i think you can divide heuler's songs into a pre- and a post-nirvana phase. this is post, obviously.

Seven o'clock, time to get up, but you don't care
Ignore me ringing, that's not fair
All I try is to do what I've been told
You'd better live your life, in bed you just get old

I wanna wake you
I wanna break your tender sleep
I wanna shake you even out of your sweetest dreams
I wanna wake you

Won't you believe the early cat catches the bird
You keep your eyes closed, not a single word
Wrapped in blankets you don't want to hear
But I'm not bound to stop and so I shout into your ear

I wanna wake you
I wanna break your tender sleep
I wanna shake you even out of your sweetest dreams
I wanna wake you

And I'm serious
If you don't leave your bed
I will scream till you go mad

I wanna wake you
I wanna break your tender sleep
I wanna shake you even out of your sweetest dreams
I wanna wake you
Wake up!

baked bananas

gŁnter: another "food" song. we'd never have recorded it, if kim fowley hadn't told us it was a good song. it is, but i think the band never really made friends with it. another song we didn't play live.

she's driving in her car
and she looks at me and smiles
something like those words
"hey, what's wrong now"

suddenly she stops
and she turns her head and says
something like those words
"I remember"

these strange feelings -
this is the night of the nights

so you ran the lanes of love
so you fan the flames of love
love is baked bananas

she's driveng in her car
and she looks at me and smiles
something like these words
"let's try it again now"

suddenly she stops
and she turns her head and says
something like those words
"i think it's over"

seven sixpacks

gŁnter: before anne joined the band, our drummer was clemens, a good friend of heuler's and mine. the way he left the trainleaders was a big misunderstanding on all sides. this is a song about all the good times we had together. when we recorded it, we regarded this as the possible "hit single" of the album and therefore softened it a bit. i'd rather we hadn't. despite the changes it was still not commercial (or good) enough to be played on the radio, and now i'd prefer a rougher mix on the album.

When the sweating Prince of Swingland and his princess were gone,
We felt like pouring down a six-pack, till the anger was gone.
I felt like burning down the playhouse, I felt like raising hell.
You just grinned and shrugged your shoulders the way I knew so well

Seven six-packs in the sun are getting warm since you've been gone.
Now the laughter and the fun like the six-packs have all gone.

It was foggy cold and windy, and our khaki wet through
If there wasn't much to count on, I could count on you
Although made of the same kidney we're two contrary minds.
But I always knew you'd carry two bags, if I could not carry mine.

Seven six-packs in the sun are getting warm since you've been gone.
Now the laughter and the fun like the six-packs have all gone.

Now there's not much left to say
There's not much we share today
It's a shame, well, I don't mind
Just go your way, I'll go mine

You said, buddies, if you don't know, where the hell I am gone,
You will find me with the pigeons telling right from wrong.
You will find me with the lions trying to save my hide,
You will find me with the salmons swimming against the tide.

Seven six-packs in the sun are getting warm since you've been gone.
Now the laughter and the fun like the six-packs have all gone.

sorry

gŁnter: that's a song i like playing, especially the extended live version, where marc starts playing ac/dc-riffs over the bassline.

sometimes i lie beside myself sometimes i talk sometimes to much it hurts me more when i don't sleep i'm not awake i'm not awake me wake me not now sometimes my second head needs food my tongue is shattered and again i'm lost sometimes in my new car i'm not alone inside myself not alone lonely sometimes are bad sometimes i know sometimes i'm windy when i'm out but i don't rain when you're cold i hear you call i hear you call me call me i don't sometimes i'm fishing in my brain i walk my dog and he walks me sometimes i'm down by the seaside i waste my time my time timeless sometimes is always everything i do sometimes i do it wrong right under my bed is a sigh it's getting dark but i don't care take care for me
sorry that's a bit too much
i know it
i'm sorry
yes i am
sorry
sorry yes i am
sorry did i talk to much again?

well it's time to get lost i admit but i tell you once more
i'm sorry

happy

gŁnter: this was the first song to mix down and it was HORRIBLE. it took us five days, because the new mixing console didn't work or nobody knew how to work with it. i'm sure there would have been more meaningful ways to spend that week.

do you sleep in wrong beds do you drink wounds away
is it hard to wake up when november waits behind your door -
waits behind your door

you believe in an undying love but you fear that it happens -
it happened - to you and it will break aour heart -
it will break yout heart

do you hide what you hate in your pillow aour sheet
though you know that they whisper your sins into your ears at night -
into your ears tonight

and you talk to aour toys to your pets ro yourself
while you bother your head how you bite this day out of your brain -
out of your memory

keep your steam of life

i am secure yes i'm safe and secure
and i'm really sure i'm
happy happy

are you today are you tonight are aou tomorrow
are you at all
are you

plus jamais comme jadis

gŁnter: quite an old song. i wrote it in 1987 and had played it with the trainleaders since 1989. the audience loved it, probably just because it was different from our other songs: french lyrics, accordeon, acoustic guitar, bassoon ... when we decided to record it, we completely rearranged it to make it sound less like a chanson, but that didn't help much. so the others insisted on english lyrics. first i was absolutely against it, but in the end i agreed on english verses but kept the chorus french. i think the others still hate me for it, but i believe it was the best way to do it. there's a remainder of french flair left (or clichť, if you want), but not too much, and it's such a nice surprise when the chorus starts in french.

The wind's blowing yesterday's paper
through the empty streets, dusty and cold
At night I wake up, open eyes in the dark,
sleepless for hours and hours
And I toss and I turn while my memories burn
before I fall into a dreamless sleep

Tombe la nuit, tombent les feuilles
Sur les tombes tombe la pluie
J'adore la beautť, la sinceritť, mais le plus l'amour
Je suis toujours le mŤme, mais le monde que j'aime a changť

I stare at the flickering candle
While the shutters rattle in the storm
The cicadas don't sing as loud as they used to,
the laughter has died away
I remember the tunes we once sang in my bloom,
though I haven't heard them for years

Tombe la nuit, tombent les feuilles
Sur les tombes tombe la pluie
J'adore la sagesse, la sŤve de jeunesse, mais le plus l'amour
Je suis toujours le mŤme, mais le monde que j'aime a changť

Tombe la nuit, tombent les feuilles
Sur les tombes tombe la pluie
J'admire la douceur, le genereux vainqeur, mais le plus l'amour
Je suis toujours le mŤme, mais le monde que j'aime a changť

king of the windmills

gŁnter: i always liked writing songs around bass riffs. even though nobody really seemed to care about this song we liked playing it, especially the solo. heuler's guitar sounds like a mooing cow. great.

Talking about a feeling I don't know
Minutes like a frozen river flow
Through the cracks and through the keyholes
Something strange creeps in and takes me away
She's a fast-food-angel and a miracle changing my life
She's a hole in my pocket, she's a slap in my face, she's my life
Sending shivers, sending quivers
Up and down my back she takes me away

Now I'm the King of the Windmills
And I feel like dancing in the rain

I'm a rebel without cause, I'm a refugee gasping for breath
She's right over me grinning, she's right under me groaning, out of breath
Moving hips and ruby lipstick -
As far as I'm concerned - a breathtaking play that takes me away

Now I'm the King of the Windmills
And I feel like dancing naked in the rain

Down, down, down, down we go
But she keeps floating, I sink like a stone.
She wraps me into paper and throws me away.
Come on and help me, come on and help me!
Help me out again, stumble to my feet,
Wake me away!
Come on and help me, come on and help me
Help me out again
But you leave me falling, sinking slowly
Drowning in the rain

okay

gŁnter: i remember marc playing this song to me on the acoustic guitar. i was enthusiastic. although i like the way we finally did the song i still got the feeling that the best version of it was that first one on the acoustic guitar.

what a wonder
what a wonderful a perfect day
it fits me even better than my favourite shirt
i am at one with the world today
in all probability i'll fall in love

today, tomorrow or sometime
okay (i'm okay) i'm alright
it's a heavenly day today

what a beauty
what a beautiful a perfect girl
and she bubbles in my brain my blood
i feel my heart stutter but i know
there's a possibility to make her mine

tonight, tomorrow or sometime
okay (i'm okay) i'm alright
it's a heavenly night tonight

i can feel it i am sure
i have fortune on my side
and i know it's getting
better, better, better, better

twisted inside

gŁnter: another old song. like "hooray it's over" we had already recorded it for the sampler "das zelt". the versions don't even differ much. when we played it with the first trainleaders line-up there was a keyboard. when marc had joined in he used to play accordeon in this song. only after recording this album we came up with a two-guitars version.

I want you to go, so cause I know
There is no use in making me feel accused

It is so cold, I'm twisted inside
And I try to get rid of your love

Don't talk that way, realise it's just a stupid play
You tell only lies, I see it right in your eyes

It is so cold, I'm twisted inside
And I try to get rid of your love

I look at your face and find a melting gaze
Then after a while that unbearable smile

It is so cold, I'm twisted inside
And I try to get rid of your love

You cling to my life just like a jealous wife
You're gonna break my walls to cover me at all

It is so cold, I'm twisted inside
And I try to get rid of your love

coffee & candy

gŁnter: this is probably the best song of the album. the only thing i don't like about it is that i didn't play a single note on it. i think marc did it completely on his own. it's not a problem to me, paul mccartney did yesterday alone too, but somehow i got this very old-fashioned attitude and i would probably like it even more if there was a personal reason for me to be proud of it.

she looks at me
and she can read me like a book
she smiles at me
and she can look into my heart

she is stormy like a bag of winterwind
she is quiet she is like the falling snow

she amazes me
and she will laugh and calm me down
she amuses me
and she is sleepy, she is gone

she is stormy like a bag of winterwind
she is quiet, she is like the falling snow

and she bites me, and she beats me

she gives me
coffee & candy

backyard pool

gŁnter: this is the first trainleaders song ever written and has been a live highlight ever since. when i started playing in a band with heuler in the mid-eighties, i was into art-rock and liked pink floyd and early genesis. but my attempts to write in that style were rather poor. one day heuler played cure-songs to me and they sounded great. and we could PLAY them! from that day i started listening to bands like the stranglers, the smiths, the cure (and later) early rem. backyard pool was my first attempt in this new style. we played it in all the different trainleaders line-ups and never lost interest in it. on the contrary, it became better with every re-arrangement. the final studio arrangement was made by heimo mitterer, who played all the spacy keyboards in the chorus.

Dirty backyard, mice and rats
Upset dustbins, alley cats
Stinking litter on the ground
No-one ever comes around
She came along dressed up in
Late the hour, warm my bed
I brought her here to dress her down
Knowing no-one'd come around

Ooh, backyard pool, watching it cool
Like a mirror on the wall, reflecting all
There's someone walking while you're talking in your sleep
Through empty rooms we sneak and under beds we creep

Ooh, backyard pool, watching it cool
Mirror, mirror on the wall, reflecting all
There's someone talking while you're walking in your sleep
Makes you climb the roofs and fall down on the street

getaway

gŁnter: another post-nirvana-heuler-song. we played around with the effects to make it sound a bit less straightforward.

The same every day, no need to say
You got to carry your weight to fight your hate
You hope but the future will bring a different thing
There's always sweet and bitter days

I try to run as fast as I can
But it will happen again and again

Some creep to the cross but heaven's lost
Some rip up their skins to pay for sins
But pain, sorrow and fear don't disappear
We're victims of reality

I try to run as fast as I can
But it will happen again and again

There's no getaway
I'm tied to my fate
Anyway, who cares it's too late
I wonder why I just cannot leave that state

She, curly red hair, she's everywhere
She claims she's always right, her parent's pride
She comes talking too loud, she's really out
It's E. M. Pumpkin on her way

I try to run as fast as I can
But it will happen again and again

There's no getaway
I'm tied to my fate
Anyway, who cares it's too late
I wonder why I just cannot leave that state

home

gŁnter: a hymn. i love it, especially the chorus. maybe we should have started the album with the last songs. i've just found out that all my favourites are in the second half of the album.

again
this day looks dead and pale
and this day makes me older and tired
but i can't sleep

again
this way could brring me home
and this way makes me smaller and smaller
with every step

i tried to spirit myself away
i tried to find a way out
i used some tricks but there is

no way back home - anywhere i go - no way back home

again
this night keeps me awake
and this night makes me hungry and wild
while she swallows me

i even ran away from myself
i tried to find a way out
i used some tricks but there is

will i find my way, will i find my way
yes, i will find my way, find my way yes...


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