cd : geese, slope & lindens : :   faith  I  heady head  I  horror news  I  my tree  I  reflect:  I  snow in june  I  think  I
cd : who's god? : :   breathe in till ya bleed  I  crazy pepper heads  I  cry or whisper  I  into your mirror  I  less brain  I  the unknown  I  when the killers move  I  who's god?  I

I  home  I  media I
music: schinzel, lyrics: schinzel, arranged by becker / schinzel / gnap

Sittin´ in a cinema, eatin´ my pretzel sticks
Looking a picture of Edgar Briggs
Laughin´, enjoyin´, drinkin´, thinkin´
This is a story which I really miss
Heady heads are gettin´ lost

It is december, the year ? I don´t care
Recurin´ questions of how or where
Thinkin´, broodin´, every year the same
No new ideas we have, what a shame
Heady heads are gettin´ lost

Heady Head

It is summer, flooded gravel pit
Or rather Italy with wife and kid
Swimmin´, dreamin´, drinkin´, eatin´
But no bravery to change your trip
Heady heads are gettin´ lost

Heady Head

The years go by, listen to my words
Your life´s filled up, sorry, it´s the truth
Thinkin´, broodin´, now it is too late
You must realize it will ever be your fate
Heady heads are gettin´ lost

Heady Head