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MAYBE THIS WORLD IS ANOTHER PLANET'S HELL

by Start A Fire

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1.
Wednesday's Monument This is gonna be everything if I deserve the gift to combine words with some kind of hope. Bringing it all together in the name of l.o.v.e., or how romanticism would spell some precious beauty in the presence of my merciless mind. If this will be everything, I must have had the strength to birth a monster of truth, the urgency to command an army of lost souls, the belief to oversee a river of waving thoughts. I'm standing naked in the darkness and if it all comes down to this, I'm gonna lead the first row of the weakest links for the might of lionhearts. When the sun has risen against the will of sleeplessness to rearrange our days, you'll remember my face. And we will stand in the brightest lights, waiting for perfection, as this ink runs dry and we will know that this is everything.
2.
Bury The Cold Case These bones collide, all hell breaks loose, a thousand voices screaming. My blood runs dry, this shell is shattered. That happens when I'm dreaming. But I'll stay calm and quiet, just like the vomit I silently spill. And the merciless pictures, streaming through my head won't escape till I'll be fucking dead. I'm patient, I'm hopeful, I'm honest, I am fine. It's the mind that kills, it's the mind. Swallowing every piece of the shit you want me to eat. Your guilt tastes bitter, it tastes so bitter. This is wearing me out. I'm broken, I'm breathless, I'm lifeless, I am dead. It's you who killed me, it's you. And all that's left of this fucked up world is the bitter pill made of empty words.
3.
End Of A Year I've been thinking about choices I made. Those choices led me here. Uninspired, unrestrained, lost in the middle of nowhere. Filled up these lungs with lies and wishes instead of cleaning up the dirt. Held tight to all my expectations instead of questioning their worth. You held my head in your hands (I held your head in my hands) and your hopes in your heart (and my hopes in my heart). You brought me your love (I brought you my love) and I just tore it apart (and you just tore it apart). If destiny could write us letters, concerning all our wrongs we might feel so ashamed but probably do it all again. I've always quoted words to say „I'm sorry for this mess“ but I could neither write my own speech, nor get up the nerve to confess that it was me all along. The source, the origin, the cause. And now I'm giving you this song instead of giving you the stars to say I'm sorry for I am sorry.
4.
The Sun Will Set On Snow-White Graves I've been blackmailed by the thorns of frustration, stitching in the red, lustful lips of desperation. And I've been let down by the smile that used to break down every wall. Too wasted, too bored, too anxious, too cold. Getting pissed in fucking bars, stabbing every open heart, in search for meaning at the bottom of these bottles, in search for something that could keep me alive. So is there something that's worth more than a bitter smile? A place to rest your headached head? I can no longer stand this ground. I'm wasted, I'm bored, I'm anxious, I'm cold.
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Intersection 01:38
Intersection Earth is collapsing. Icebergs are melting. Nuclear power stations are crashing. Rivers are dead. People have diseases. Homeless persons are blocking the streets. Everywhere it looks similar. But we are content. Furnished in mediocrity in a cowardly life that is only waiting for its end. Where do you go when the lights go out?
6.
Fragments Of Addiction (Ruined Lives And Wasted Smiles) Running in circles, carrying weight. Hoping in circles, carrying weight. The weight weakens my sinews. My sinews will burst. And what will be left? What will be left? Broken fragments of the broken body of this go-for-broke man. Every time I'm offering you my hand you take it, hold it and break it. I just can't do it anymore. I need to let go. I want to let go of everything we built our lives upon. Let go for it now seems so wasted. Wasted lives. Wasted like myself who's just trying to survive night by night. And the nights seem endless when the beat and the sound of failure won't let you sleep. We all have feelings, so do I, but I swallowed every fucking lie. And now I'm holding the ashes of a time that once was my greatest pride. You fucking ruined it. You fucking ruined me. I hope you'll regret it. I hope you will see... „I'm leaving you...breathless...broken...alive!“
7.
Angstzustand 02:20
STADT DER TAUSEND TODE – EIN REQUIEM DER NACHT Erster Akt: Angstzustand 'Ab jetzt geht es bergauf', hörst du dich sagen. Und das Lächeln auf deinen schmalen Lippen zeugt davon, dass du die Lüge bitter nötig hast. Denn am Ende einer Reise hat man immer die Qual der Wahl: Ob wunderschön, ob schrecklich, oder doch nur scheißegal. Hauptsache die Angst vor morgen verreckt am Selbstbetrug und lässt die letzten Jahre in unbeflecktem Glanz zurück. Und so stehen wir hier in Reih' und Glied als Lügner vor uns selbst und singen von der Schönheit bis wir kotzen. Drum sing weiter bis die Erinnerung sich wie ein Kreisel dreht und du erkennst, dass jeder Traum letztendlich doch vergeht. Voll Wagemut ruf es hinaus, und ja, es schmerzt, komm spuck' es aus. „Da steh ich nun, ich armer Tor, und bin so klug als wie zuvor.“
8.
STADT DER TAUSEND TODE – EIN REQUIEM DER NACHT Zweiter Akt: Im Zeitalter der Bosheit Ich habe meinen Namen vergessen, mein stiller Geist flüstert's mir zu. Betrogen, belogen, besoffen von Belanglosigkeit schlägt man mir die Nägel ein. So werden Wege unserer Wolllust zum Schlachtfeld dieser Stadt und du applaudierst mit starrem Blick. „Jeden Nachklang fühlt mein Herz, froh und trüber Zeit. Wandel zwischen Freud und Schmerz in der Einsamkeit.“ Du schaust mich an, aus kalten Augen und sagst: "Ab jetzt bleibt alles gleich." und ich verliere den Verstand. Ich verliere den Verstand. So sitzen wir in Scham und Selbstmitleid und betten uns zur letzten Ruh'. Verloren in der Nichtigkeit unserer ach so schönen Zeit. Wir sind das Ergebnis aus Rebellion und Wohlstand. Eine Generation, die Ignoranz zu ihrem Gott macht. Es ist die nackte Angst, die uns lähmt, die Angst vor dem was aus uns werden könnte, die Angst vor dem was wir sind, die Angst vor uns selbst. Und wer sucht schon Veränderung, wenn Feigheit so einfach ist? Unsere Zeit läuft ab. Unsere Zeit läuft ab. Du schaust mich an aus kalten Augen und sagst "Ab jetzt bleibt alles gleich." Und ich verliere den Verstand. Ich verliere den Verstand.
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STADT DER TAUSEND TODE – EIN REQUIEM DER NACHT Dritter Akt: Der letzte Tanz Es regnet Asche von den Dächern meiner kleinen Heimatstadt. Der Tod persönlich ruft zur Balz. Lachend stehst du da und verspottest den Anblick deines alten Ichs, denn solange es dir gut geht, ist Vergangenheit doch nur ein Witz. So vollgepumpt mit Selbstgerechtigkeit rennst du im Kreis und spendest Mitleid an die, die du verachtest, an die, die du belügst. Kommt lasst uns ficken, um uns zu retten. Lasst uns ficken gegen das Vergessen. Morgen früh wird alles anders sein und alte Wünsche liegen brach auf den Feldern der Erinnerung. Der letzte Tanz, er bringt dich um. „Freudvoll und leidvoll, gedankenvoll sein. Hangen und Bangen in schwebender Pein. Himmelhochjauchzend, zum Tode betrübt. Glücklich allein ist die Seele, die liebt.“ Ab jetzt geht es bergab.

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released July 2, 2011

on Day By Day Recordings

Produced and engineered by Jan Kerscher at Ghost City Recordings.
December 2010 - February 2011.
Production assistance by Elias Foerster.
Mastered by Philipp Welsing at Original Mastering.
Design and Layout by Hannes Beer at The Living Conspiracy.

All music written and composed by Start A Fire.
All lyrics written and arranged by Jan.

The quote in 'Fragments of addiction' is taken from a song called »Kiss that motherfucker good night« by 'Ruiner'. The quotes in the three german songs are taken from J. W. Goethe's compositions »Faust«, »An den Mond« and »Egmont«.

Start A Fire is:
Alex, Daniel, Jan, Pana, Sebastian

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