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Needles
02:23
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It was about a year ago
When I found those needles on the floor
You said they were not yours
You said they were not yours
But then the police knocked on our door
But you left those things behind you now
It wasn’t easy but you’re fine
I’m so proud of you, my brother
I’m so proud of you, my friend
Not too long ago
We both lost a friend
To that needle stinging bastard drug
It could have been your death too
It could have been your end
But you left those things behind you now
It wasn’t easy but you’re fine
I’m so proud of you, my brother
I’m so proud of you, my friend
This new beginning takes a lot more time to end
Takes a lot more time to end
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2. |
Heroes
03:41
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I could never trust these chords
Like the Punks do these days
I would never believe anything I say
Watching me standing on a stage
Is a waste of time anyway
So please sing with your heroes
33rpm
But don’t make me one of them
I ain’t no hero
I’m just a fool
Who plays his guitar
I should neither stay nor go
And I shouldn’t drink when I play a show
But I do so don’t you judge me
If I fuck up every song I sing
And keep on singing along
So please sing with your heroes
33rpm
But don’t make me one of them
I ain’t no hero
I’m just a fool
Who plays his guitar
I ain’t no hero
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3. |
To Be Alone
03:16
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She said I don't like to be alone
And I replied
Don't worry, you'll be alright
I won't leave your side
No, I won't run
I don't even have nowhere to be
She said at first she was scared
She never felt like this before
That I took her heart and made it mine
I said it's okay, baby
Here's my heart
It's alright to be alone
As long as you call at night
To tell me that you miss me
And that you're gonna come home soon
She said at first she was scared
She never felt like this before
That I took her heart and made it mine
I said it's okay, baby
Here's my heart.
Now make it yours
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4. |
First Love
05:13
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When we were 4 or 5
We went down to our friend’s house
He put on Use Your Illusions I
We were instantly blown away
You started growing your hair
And I started dressing like Duff
We went and browsed through our father’s records
And found a tape of Made In Japan
And every day after school we put on Sweet Child In Time on repeat
Every day in school we sang
Sweet Child O’ Mine and stomped our feet
Brother if it wasn’t for you
I don’t know if I’d be standing here
If it wasn’t for you
I don’t know if I’d be singing these songs
tonight
We begged to stay up late
And watched Headbanger’s Ball
The power of those Metalheads
The energy, it got us through the day
But still we got back to turning Dad’s records up
And listened to Bob Dylan
I remember it, like it was yesterday
When we found out that Knockin’ on Heaven’s Door
Wasn’t by G’n’R
When I was 14
I got into Punk Rock
And you got into other stuff
But still to this day we share
The music we love with each other
We share our first love until we die
We share our first love
until we die
Brother if it wasn’t for you
I don’t know if I’d be standing here
If it wasn’t for you
I don’t know if I’d be singing these songs
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5. |
Wanderlust
03:27
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When I woke up this morning
I walked right out the door
No direction, no destination
I just couldn't stay here no more
There's this wanderlust
I can't suppress
Sometimes I have to leave the places that I love
To see what there is to see
To feel what there is to feel
I'm not running away
I cherish every second I am home
But sometimes my feet
are like compass needles
They point to directions I don't know
There's this wanderlust
I can't suppress
Sometimes I have to leave the places that I love
To see what there is to see
To feel what there is to feel
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I used to go to the mall
And shoplift at the record store
Then I sold the CDs in school
With the money I got
I asked some 18 year old dude
To buy me cigarettes and booze
And on the weekends I shared the drinks
With my friends
We got drunk at the riverside
And listened to them Rock'n'Roll songs
We were
Anti-establishment
Anti-government
Anti-everything and -anything
Even ourselves
I joined the Communist Youth
Because my brother quoted Marx all day
I found a way to not think about myself too much
I thought it was easier to find someone else that is to blame
For all the bullshit that was going on
In this world
For all the bullshit that was going on
In my life
I was
Anti-establishment
Anti-government
Anti-mankind
But I didn't know that I was just fighting against myself
A few years of teenage rage passed
Before I realised, there's nothing I can do
Except writing these songs
To make it easier for me
To deal with everything that's going on
In this world
To deal with everything that's going on
In my life
Let's be
Anti-depressant
Anti-reluctant
Anti-nothing
Everybody sing along
We are
Pro-life
Pro-love
Pro-friends
So raise your hands up and go...
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The sound after I dropped
The needle on you
That crackle from the scratches
Makes me wonder
How many hands have touched you
How often you were passed around
How many times you were lost and found
Digging through thousands of records
Digging through dozens of scratched up 45s
Just to find that one gem
That’s where my passion lies
There’s this feeling I get
When my fingertips slide over
That one Springsteen record
That one Bob Dylan 45
That rare pressing of I Heard They Suck Live!
Digging through thousands of records
Digging through dozens of scratched up 45s
Just to find that one gem
That’s where my passion lies
Some say it’s just a piece of wax
But to me it’s more than that
It’s thick black blood that’s running through my veins
Those records keep me sane
Digging through thousands of records
Digging through dozens of scratched up 45s
Just to find that one gem
That’s where my passion lies
Digging through thousands of records
Digging through dozens of scratched up 45s
Just to find that one gem
That’s what I do to stay alive
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8. |
The Taste of Wine
03:43
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I've been sitting in this hotel room
For quite some time
With the lights out
And the curtains closed
A few bottles of wine
Are lying on the floor
I'm running out of cigarettes
While I'm lying here in bed
thinking about you.
I wanna get back home to you
We'll listen to some records
I'll even let you choose
We'll have some laughs and drinks
Because the wine tastes better, when I'm with you
I have no idea at all if it's day or night
I wrote so many words in my notebook
And tore them out
I wrote down all of the reasons
Why you're not here with me
But none of them make sense
No nothing makes sense to me anymore
I wanna get back home to you
We'll listen to some records
I'll even let you choose
We'll have some laughs and drinks
Because the wine tastes better
When I'm with you.
I wanna get back home to you
We'll listen to some records
I'll even let you choose
We'll have some laughs and drinks
Because the wine tastes so much better
When I'm with you.
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9. |
Coming Back To You
04:01
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I'm walking through the night
Smoking my last cigarette
My hands are dirty
My feet are soaking wet
I can't recall why I'm walking away
But I can't think of a reason that would make me stay
I'm coming back to you
The day when I arrived
I was sure I'm here to stay
I just felt right at home
Altough I was so far away
But then I started moving further from the shore
Just to see you smile
When you're waiting at the door
That's why I'm coming back to you
I'm coming back to you
California will always be in my heart
But home is not always where the heart is
It's where you wanna be
That's why I'm coming back to you
I'm coming back to you
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10. |
This Guitar
04:13
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I am not a man of many words
But I write songs
Which seems quite absurd
Because these feelings get stuck behind my lips
But when I’m on stage
I’m not afraid
To look at strangers
And shout those thoughts out loud
This guitar is all I have
To tell you how I feel
To tell what happened in the past
And what happens next
To tell if I’m in love
Or if I’ve given up
On everything
I am not a man of many thoughts
But when I’m taking a look inside my head
I find so many things that have to be said
Locked and buried deep down in my brain
So many songs unsung
So many things
That can never be undone
This guitar is all I have
To tell you how I feel
To tell what happened in the past
And what happens next
To tell if I’m in love
Or if I’ve given up
On everything
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Dominik McNeder Salzburg, Austria
I make up songs and play them on my guitar. Folky, acoustic punk songs to be more specific.
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