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Drover
02:08
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To the drums of any stranger passing by
we’ve been holding ourselves down
We would be dancing to another tune
A boil up for lancing, still we don’t impugn
Still it won’t
Raise suspicion though we caught it in a lie
We’re deluded by this fine gown
We stick to the nameplate that we see ingrown
Dismissing a mandate we have never known
When we should say
I come around when the storm is over
and I come around as the only drover
When I touch you again
And all the malice, all the venom, all the guile
They are nothing but a distant sound
The chatter pervading all acuity
Is finally fading to vacuity
Once we should say…
I come around when the storm is over
and I come around, I’m the only drover
When I touch you again
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Culprit
03:03
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Past the dizziness I could have heard you calling for me
But your subliminal efforts to reach me I didn’t see
The static was too loud around here
When all our enemies came with a vengeance I did stumble
Caught off-balance there I took a blow but not a tumble
For a moment I was proud I hadn’t drowned here
We’re firing signals keeping an eye out for something we’ll never see
With no assistance something to show us that it was just you and me
We are the culprit
Now in my nakedness taking offence at the random voices
I almost deployed the silencer at the expense of wiser choices
Preventing me to see what was shown here
Facing away from you I would build up a wall to fortify the night
When finally you came to me and signalled that it’s going to be alright
We have never been alone here
We’re firing signals keeping an eye out for something we’ll never see
With no assistance something to show us that it was just you and me
We are the culprit
Casting friend and foe
Is moving way too slow
With our focus only on the afterglow
We’re firing signals keeping an eye out for something we’ll never see
With no assistance something to show us that it was just you and me
We’re firing signals keeping an eye out for something we’ll never see
With no assistance something to show us that it was just you and me
We are the culprit
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Monuments
02:59
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You dread the end of any dream
You’re not awake yet so it seems
All lost inside your little schemes
That keep you off the way
Even as you are closing in
it’s hard to tell what could’ve been
From any other useless win
That’s leading you astray
You could reach me when we are alone
you’re building up the strength
Tell me what you want to know
I am serious
From the ropes that keep you safe
And restrain you from providing proof
You may suffer lethal chafe
What have you been holding on to all along?
Countless nights have left a blur
Your stream of thought a single slur
A smudge over essential words
You wouldn’t wipe away
To decipher what you couldn’t read
And cause your heart to overheat
This futile subtle one-way street
That’s leading to decay
You could read me we are alone
You couldn’t help but stay
Even if you want to go
This is serious
And those bigger shoes to fill
You believe you had to grow into
Represent your living will
What have you been holding on to all along?
With your vow to break away
And the monuments brought along
You’ll get stronger day by day
What have you been holding on to all along?
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Eggshells
03:00
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Take a blade to mark the time I figured out that I
I am done with staring holes
Carve the mark into my skin before I chicken out
Wipe the eggshells off my soles
These shadows have been dancing for too long
Them missionaries singing their song
With insinuations ever so strong
That anyone who differs is wrong
Is there anything else to say
In the driver seat a set of hand me downs
So I force the finger down my throat
When I barely missed the mark this time around
They would linger just to gloat
These animals keep asking for more
But I’ve never gotten closer before
By now I couldn’t help but ignore
Them smashing in their head on my door
Is there anything else to say
They simply let it go as they will
But this is not how I get my thrill
I’ve listened to the answers but still
I have a bigger bucket to fill
Is there anything else to say
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The Baton
03:50
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So the minute you poked the hive
Your benevolence took a dive
Where you used to sit and pray
But you would never listen
You are running out lying low
Wouldn’t that only go to show
There is something more to say
Well, take this in
This endeavour is not in vain
But the prevalent ball and chain
You allowed to take the lead
Still waves about the baton
Stop returning blow for blow
From high above and down below
You will learn to grow the seed
And calm the waves to flatten
When all your intentions go down the drain
Bearing the question what is there to gain
From putting the word out that you’re unwell
Who are they to blame
When another one comes to play
You can always disobey
There is still ground to stand
So what if it’s shrouded
You are never left high and dry
Pluck it up and testify
All the boats at your command
Can’t be overcrowded
When all your intentions go down the drain
Bearing the question what is there to gain
From putting the word out that you’re unwell
Who are they to blame
When all of the answers you could not have known
Somehow turn out to be written in stone
Not putting a single crack in your shell
Who are they to blame
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Mercenaries
02:59
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When you tell your story where am I supposed to stand
I cannot see from here and your voice is breaking
When the purgatory that I built with my own hands
Couldn’t trigger any fear so it started making up all new rules just to mess with my tools
And when mercenaries who’re not interested in gold
Plot against me in my sleep using old instructions
When it’s arbitrary if convictions can be sold
Regardless of how deep the destruction of some houses of cards may involve loyal guards
I am here while you’re supposed to be
Somewhere near, but when I disagree
You say “come and find me”
When a fake Hail Mary made a fairly decent spade
I’d rely on loosened soil unaware of the fact
That all the things I bury they would blunt the sharpest blade
Exhausted from the toil the impact of the weals on my hands has eroded my plans
I am here while you’re supposed to be
Somewhere near, but when I disagree
You say “come and find me”
I am here while you’re supposed to be
Somewhere near, but when I disagree
You say “come and find me”
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Howling
03:11
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When all those flights that leave the airfield
Crash like bugs into your windshield
When debris holds you down
In the shape of your crown
When you lose the main part in your own show
With no more seats left in the front row
When you hope for the bone
That will never be thrown
In a moment of silence
Find the key to the gate
Of the strongest alliance
When those sheep you have seen prowling
Turn against you and start howling
When the hotbed of sin
Makes you strip off your skin
When while listening to old grooves
You are forgetting all the dance moves
When the ultimate goal
Lies beyond your control
In a moment of silence
Find the key to the gate
Of the strongest alliance
And contemplate
All you have listed and all the conceits
That your mind could piece together
Make an impressively powerful fleet
That you might as well untether
We’ll go together
When you want to take it lighter
You’re still thinking like a fighter
On your mark set and no
Be a spark to the glow
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Ghosts
04:10
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How will this play out
Seceded from the crowd
Am I sage, am I caged
Or am I just way too proud
Vanities abound
Releasing all the hounds
This disguise it is a compromise
So I could go another round
All this ‘eventually’ sometimes it’s killing me
And I can’t shake it off my hands
I move the clocks around they won’t make a single sound
And they just won’t run out of sand
The stories I have told
I put them all on hold
Over time this once upon a time
It was getting a bit old
You’re mentioning the key
That should have been with me
I have spent all my sentiment
Yet I can barely see
The ghosts of duality keep playing their tricks on me
Making the cut along my skin
While I am hovering, they’d be uncovering
They are my only next of kin
From the height I have climbed, I’m reaching out to you
Every worm here will bear another can
For the ten millionth time I really thought I knew
Maybe one day I’ll die a wiser man
Any conclusion, reducing confusion
Will have me gradually absolved
I’ll carry it over, over and over
Until the mystery is solved
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The Trap
03:55
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You are the prophet, I am the voice you hear
You are the bidder, I am the auctioneer
You are the doctor, I am the healing balm
You are the preacher, I am the psalm
Don’t fall into the trap again that’s making you forget that
You are the jury, I am the final speech
You are the tutor, I am the class to teach
You are the farmer, while I am seed and soil
You are the engine, I am the can of oil
Don’t fall into the trap again that you were stuck in long ago
The more you know
The less you show
Don’t fall into the trap again that’s making you forget that
You are the athlete, I am the lap to run
You are the finger, I am the loaded gun
You are the light switch, I’m electricity
You are the public, I am publicity
Don’t fall into the trap again that’s making you forget that
You are the building, I am the piece of land
You are the desert, I’m all grains of sand
You are the notion, and I am word of mouth
You are the needle, I’m North and South
Don’t fall into the trap again that you were stuck in long ago
The more you know
The less you show
Don’t fall for the trap that’s making you regret to grow
The more you know
The less you show
Don’t fall into the trap again that’s making you forget that
Don’t fall into the trap again that you were stuck in long ago
The more you know
The less you show
Don’t fall for the trap that’s making the whole cow house low
The more you know
The less you show
Don’t fall for the trap that’s making you regret to grow
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Paper Wall
02:55
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How can I take it further
What you say is nothing really new
If I am the observer
Would that leave all action up to you
Epiphanies built on quicksand
Slip through my fingertips and
All I am left with is a glimpse
Hold the rope for me
We’ve been dancing forever
Don’t you see the progress I have made
But if we’re in this together
Why am I the only one who’s played
Holding the blinds to my head
Having all evidence shred
That would just keep me on the brink
I’m hitting the paper wall
That’s running beneath it all
And know it’s the only way to sink
Hold the rope for me
From the deepest sleep
I intend to reap
So listen
There is no argument
I’m making it permanent
But I cannot do it on my own
Hold the rope for me please
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Paper Cuts
03:21
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Ask what you want from me
I’m not your enemy
You know ‘cause I know
That you know
All that you said to me
I cannot disagree
But how far can you throw
To call it too…
…Close and too big to miss
And stand out against the hiss
I’m not here to test you
But ignorance
Will never be a bliss
You don’t need new words for this
To come to the rescue
Do you?
Take it away
These paper cuts can never do you harm
See how they stay
Mysteriously out of your way
I’ve not come to riddle you
These walls are too brittle to
Not take advantage
And take ‘em down
I’ll hold the tools for you
Take aim and follow through
I know, you’ll manage
As always
Take it away
These paper cuts can never do you harm
See how they stay
Mysteriously out of your way
Take it away
These paper cuts can never do you harm
With nothing to say
They could use to ever twist your arm
You will understand
Quiet down and soon enough you’ll see
The blade in your hand
Well it is pointing straight at me
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Fences
04:04
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For the longest time I bit my tongue
Held my breath and kept my head down
Any words unspoken, songs unsung
Could not live up to such a let-down
Caught a whiff of something devious
That someone must have failed to mention
Or the prologue was so tedious
That I missed the main convention
Like a warning for anyone to see
That was whispered to everyone but me
Never figured that the multitude
I denied with all my senses
Would be worthy of my gratitude
Never knew I could climb those fences
You forgave me when all I did was wait
Gave me pointers that led me to the gate
Intruders will never find their way
There’s a trust I’m not planning to betray
Now I know it might be strenuous
After all I am not that lazy
Let them think that I’m ingenuous
It is high time for something crazy
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To Hell With Tradition is an independent music solo project founded in 2019 by Achim Hofmeyer, a singer, songwriter, guitarist, pianist and music producer based in Heidelberg, Germany
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