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Viennese Guitarist and Songwriter Vodnyansky is now joined by Lothar Scherpe, best known for his film works, Nigerian percussionist Moses Afany and South African drummer Lennie Dickson for a tight set including songs from his two self-produced records For A Better Heartbeat & Short Legs And Wide Stance as well as songs from his latest output The Sundowners out on Austrian Records. Also on the setlist are songs from the upcoming CD CO/OP Street, some cover versions and probably a song written on the way to the show. African drumming beats Euro-Depression  Songs from the nowhere land amid Howe Gelb and Tom Waits… Or as a critic once wrote: considering the feel of some of Wim Wenders’ work Short Legs & Wide Stance is no weary Don't Come Knocking but definitely Paris, Texas…  Vienna, Texas… everywhere
bad weather keeps following mewhere ever i´ll goeven the sunniest destinationhas cold wind to come with mebad weather all around megood luck for you and me clouds for no reasonblue skies turn graytravelling in my shadowmust be tiresome all the waybad weather all around megood luck to come and be  in louisiana it´s the pollutionin vienna theyl´ll stay and diein lisbon they blame the oceanin ireland they´ll stay insidebad weather all around megood luck to all of you in the rain wet and soggyi´m swimming within my chlothin jamaica it would be swowingall white on blue mountain´s topbad weather all aruond megood luck you´ll need ´round me ain´t seen sunshinebut through the misti watch the moon riselike a big golden kissbad weather all around megood luck and good night vodnyansky ©2002
man´s best friend
on the first of septemberjust one fart to fallmy eyes are burnin´ i can see for milesa streak of sunlight though all the cloudsand all the colors and every detailon the first of  septemberone fart from fall the saddest of storiesthe worst lonely soulthere´s a new shine, a better way to thinkan open mind loves an open heartno hard feelings,  easy the breezeon the first of septemberjust one fart till fall i´ll stick to my loved onesplease don´t start a warrelieved from the pressure, the heat and the dustremember the last one, remember the first the one with your first love, we´re still running on the first of septemberone fart to fall vodnyansky ©2002 
don´t waste no tearsdon´t waste no tearsit´s just meand i´m still nearwell i´m still nearbut so far from here my new love´s eyesmy new love´s eyes sometimes remind me all of youbut they ain´t yoursand they ain´t yoursand they ain´t blue  i´m going awayi´m going awayso far awaynobody would sayi´m going away nobody would say that i´d been hereanyday don´t think of medon´t think of meplease don´t haunt me in my dreamsand when we meet againwe´ll be strangers anywaywe´ll be strangers anyway vodnyansky ©2002
global drink
on the edge of darknessthere´s a town named eveninga street called twilightin old movie black and whitelong forgotten actorsin every shade of greyall the B-directorsdrinking pall malls on the rocks double breasted suitssnug fitting tieshair as shiny as the bumperof those big old limousinesthe backseat is loaded with gunsand you´d better not open the trunkjust some old film rolls and beautyyou´ll might take the red haired for the blond secret secretsand secret signssome headed for gloryand some were left behindthousands of storiesbroke a million heartsthe ringing of gunshotsand a dead corpse in the rain the crooked smile bursts into laughterbefore some innocent get shota dozen days to shoota hundred ways to killhard boiled cops are getting laidby brunettes who won´t care anymore´bout the world in generaland their fate at all on the misery train comes mystery againon a horse with an empty saddlewith a boxcar full of trampsand a suitcase packed with liesthe story might be twistedbut the acting´s straightand lot´s of edgy conversationand some laughter in between secret secretsand secret signssome headed for gloryand some were left behindthousands of storiesbroke a million heartsthe ringing of gunshotsand some kissing in the endvodnyansky ©2002
keep missing wordsand sometimes factsnot between the linesi´m pretty good at thatbut when you talk to memy mind will wanderand when you´re thoughjust between me and youi´ll might be gone i´m  loosin´  thingsbig & smalli will learn to travelwith nothing at alljust a road map and a good mood and the memories of the things i hadprobably smashed by nowbut still beautys  in my dream live on some liesand some ugly newsthe good one´s justi can have the bluesbut when i read the paperssee them on tvi will be gone vodnyansky ©2002
it´s gone gone goneall alone i roamloss and anger bout the way i caremakes my life a booze named sheer despairgone and gone and gone it´s gone gone gonefeelin´like a bumonce i shavedall became bluntcan´t even cut my throatit´s gone gone gone it´s gone gone goneall alone i roamonce i bloomedbut now i´m doomedto repeat myself and boreit´s gone gone gone it´s gone gone goneall alone i roam sleep all day dull at nightseven in my dreamsit´s gone gone gone it´s gone gone goneall alone i roammisery in actiongivin´ me the creepsit´s gone gone goneall alone i roam vodnyansky ©2002
into mirrors/sad
keep me by your sidei´m driftingkeep me with youeverywhere you goyour love is what i´m missingbut we´re apartand all i know isyour letters and your promisethat you´ll be be my sweetheart your name and all your numberswhile we are far apart your barcode in this lonely baris what i´m looking atif this the brave new world i´m ini´ll think: to hell with it the picture of your lovely faceso precious and so dear to meit´s just a picturesince you´re gone from here fading i´m loosing a bit of iteveryday your letters and your promisethat you´ll be be my sweetheart your name and all your numberswhile we are far apart vodnyansky ©2002
last night
for a better heartbeat (or two)
old back and white
some people they' re laughing and some of them are screamin´gimme two of your headaches to cool me off while steaming they' re hollering not to be alone to get more of the same lending form a deep dark past they've learned their skills in vain gimme one more double heart attack before their talkin' twists my neck sports and new economy, we' re all out there for salei'll drink a liberal bubble shake to those who failed how people turn their mind, become shadows of themself the clown is him but he believes it' s you, well well well gimme a tripple brainwasher on icebefore their postin' blind my eyes talkin' to their babes on a mobile cell phones they sound like somebody trying to have it all done could i have a dash ol' vod in my ally mc beal with some lime in it, it would be a meal a double this on a double that next time you' ll be knocked out flat it´s hard not to loath the people but the systems behindone´s  deaf, one muted and one' s going blindthey say, hate' s no solution but a kiss on the cheekof the one with the handcuffs might give him the creepsa shot of trust for the ice to meltdon' t believe in it, believe in seat belts ' the times that we´re live in, no mercy no moretheir freedom´s only for those who can affordtheir smile, i have no use for itget out, be it, be 'lone, get hitprobable this highball had a hidden past probable this global might not last vodnyansky ©2002 
blue hour
man´s best friend is an animali´m gonna light me ´nother camel onwhere are my feetsi´n turning loosemy friend give me another boozeaccording to the painyou´re standing on my shoesoh, what a lucky man i ammy feets are back again hillbillies in jamaicaand cowboys on the mooni´m moaning through a fenderand singing a lonesome tunehey, mr. jack d.won´t you help me through the nighti  can´t stumblegot me no place to fall it´s better to hang aroundthan to hang yourselffrom that rusty shower rodwithin your empty headit´s better to steal abbie´s dreamlying on a dusty shelfoh what a lucky man i ammy mind´s on vacation again vodnyansky ©2002
I´m fed up with my old facethose worries upon my nosetired of those stories and of coming to closesick of a fridayone saturday nightwhenever it´s freezini will hold you tight blueprints of what ifif i haven´t failedto be what i amand not what i ain´tlove´s no permissionto to kill your pastlove loves it´s freedomto let one love last you told me to worry you told me to seekyou might not have said thisbut you want me to speakwill you love me againwill you answer my calllife lives it´s chancesto live it again i thought this would go on foreverinto a some better waysdisrepair every daythe past so far awaymy hopes for a futuremy longing for someof the new timesvanished in the dustTHAT´S ALL
first of september
bad weather blues
I´M SO SADSO VERY SADAFTER ALL WHAT HAPPENDSO VERY SAD ALL THE JOYAND EASY WAYSFROM ONE MINUTE TO ANOTHERNO MORE WHEN THERE IS SILENCETHEY TALK ALL DAYTHERE SHOULD BE SILENCETHEY WLAK AWAY AN EMPTY HOUSEIN A FAR AWAY COUNTRYI WISH I HADTHE KEY  SHARE A JOKE TO FREE THE LAUGHTERSBUT I´M STLL SADTO THE GOUND I´M SADTHAT ALLWHEN YOU ASK ME  vodnyansky ©2002
not so attentive blues
strangers 2 be
include me out
I´M THE MASTER OF MY WORLDI´M THE MOST LONESOME GUY IN TOWN IF YOU LIVED ALL YOUR DREAMS THERE´S NOTHING MORE TO DREAM ABOUT DON´T TELL ME YOUR POLITICSSHOW ME YOUR LIVING SCARS I WILL TAKE A WALK WHILE YOU SMASH EXPENSIVE CARS I´M NOT GONNA LISTENWHEN YOU EXPLAIN THE WOLRD I AIN´T GONNA SHOW ITLIVING IN THE KINGDOM OF NERDS THERE´S A PHONE CALL  FOR YOUFROM OVER THE SEASTHERE´S SOMEONE UP THEREBUT IT SURE AIN´T METHERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS FOR YOU IF THIS PLACE´LL BE MINEI´LL KICK YOU OUTHA THIS DOOR WITH  AN EGO LIKE YOURSYOU´LL SHOULD TAKE THIS AND MORE THE LORD´S A VERY BUSY MANBUT THE DEVIL CAN ALWAY´S THROW IN A MINUTE OR TWO GRINNING AND SCEAMING OR FALLING UPSIDE DOWNCAJOLING A NICE:  HOW DO YOU DO I´M THE MASTER OF MY WORLDI´M THE MOST LONESOME GUY IN TOWN IF YOU LIVED ALL YOUR DREAMS THERE´S NOTHING MORE TO DREAM ABOUT THERE´S A PHONE CALL  FOR MEFROM OVER THE SEASTHERE´S SOMEONE UP THEREBUT IT SURE AIN´T YOUTHERE ARE SO MANY OPTIONS FOR ME vodnyansky ©2002
all songs written, performed and recorded by felix vodnyanskymixed and mastered by christoph amann at amann studios, vienna photography by andreas böhm produced by eichenauer oder vodnyansky ©2002
misery in action
moon´s up before sundownthe blues will come to towna twilight afternooni know the voices and the soundi came here too earlyi´ve been here too long long long shadowsrusty and dusty tell me ´bout my future and this night´s on mei came... would´nt want to miss those colorsand the tears inside my beersno balls and no numbersit´s been a while that i´ve been herei came... maybe i will make it homein time for the midnight newsor end up in the gutterwith a tire , which came loosei came i will love you´till my liver beats my soulmaybe we´ll skip breakfeastand hear some rock´n rolli came… vodnyansky ©2002
One Century Blues
SHORT LE
SHORT LEGS AND WIDE STA
SHORT LEGS AND WIDE STANCE
Primes
SHORT LEGS AN
Blue Hour Again
Pirate Lost In Paradise
In These Times
Old Buff´s Wizz
Whiskey Drinking Girl
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SHOR
SHORT LEGS AND WI
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SHORT LEGS AND WIDE S
SHORT LEGS
SHORT LEGS AND WID
SHORT LEGS AND WIDE ST
SHORT LEGS AND WIDE STANC
SHORT LEGS AND WIDE 
One Too Many Night
I´ll Have To Go
SHORT LEG
Missing Miss Lee
THE PLAYERS ARE Daniel KlemmerWerner DaffeldeckerChris SucherbauerJörg GaisbauerThomas Berghammer Vodnyansky
SHORT LEGS AND W
SHORT LEGS A
Happy In Defeat
SHORT L
SHORT LEGS AND WIDE STAN
Rain
SHORT LEGS AND
all songs written by felix vodnyanskyrecorded, mixed and mastered bychristoph amann at AMANN STUDIOS, vienna produced by eichenauer oder vodnyansky ©2OO6 
SHORT
there´s a one armed man with no shoes walking down that lanethere´s a brainless politician his feelings got hurt again            there´s you and me who stand besidethere´s always somone on the run looking for a place to hide there´s a fellow who´s so bright he can´t talkthere´s  a messagge on a dirty sidewalkthere´s still you and me standing besidewhat´s left of it is covered by the night there´s a glamourous lady waiting for a taxito her the drivers all seem to be old nazisthere´s an old egyptian here to sell you the newswe are here to count what we lose one hammer down the other is always upthere´s simply nothing wrong with smoking potthere´s no story at all to telland all´s good that ends well there´s a a one legged man stumbling down that lanethere is no politican here around to lend him a handthey´re knockin away his canewhile dreamig ´bout a country of the rich and sane they´re always there waiting in the shadowthey don´t walk so far till the street gets narrowthere´s you and me still besidetill we got no place no place to hide there´s you and me on the top of the hillthere´s an eagle in the air ready to killthere´s a voice in my head she says you better go downshe says you better dig a hole in the ground vodnyansky ©2006
once  that you got thereyou´ll know the wayhe said he´ll make ittill the end of the dayonce you´re movingwith your rump  to the stormend up and downbeaten and torn he never got homefrom the journey he madelooked for his ancestorstheir homes and their gravesfound a deep holebig as a bombshould have wrote lettersinstead of a song two steps behind                  one step too late                   ©2006 vodnyansky not a good shelternot a good fateknoked down by his own shoesburied at duskby an enormousamount of mollusk first the chillthan the shadowsmoke on the waterdust on the meadowonce that you got there you wont come againonce that your losta big screenwide end once that you facea storm the beginstay headed towardstowards the windthe sooner he´ll get´s youthe sooner you´re throughthe blacker the cloudsthe sky will be blue 
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all songs written by felix vodnyanskyrecorded, mixed and mastered bychristoph amann at AMANN STUDIOS, vienna produced by eichenauer oder vodnyansky ©2OO6 
this not kinda my placethink i´d better leavebefore this feelin´crawls up my sleevethis certain feelin´ my love´s in vainyou say nothingit´s just a game this superfical so and soif i want to love youi have to gowhile you´re around you´ll make me bluei have to go so i can dream of you you try to hurt mei know my exileyou look the otherwayi´ll dream for a whileyou let me down no more i besiegeyou hang aroundi´ll take my leave like a wing of an angelthere´s always anotherif there is an otheri won´t be botheredwhile you´re around you´ll make me bluei have to go so i can dream of someone new           vodnyansky ©2006
a pirate is lost in paradisenot knowing where to turn            all the lights are shining brightall the people seem so right                smuggie smileslike bubblegum halos    always flyin´highcan´t spell the bluesmakes him wonder whyand if this carpet gonna flyhopefully there is a wayto exit out of here the pirate is lost in paradiseall the people here to meethe starts to rubbing his eyeslet´s get the hell out of here           the smell of fearthey´re all so paranoidwho ever is here in chargehas trashed the jointwho is paying this roundthey all seem to yell arounda pirate don´t take soulsil conto, porfavor  wasteland boogiesold to the groundthose who caremeet at the pirate´s lounge ©2006 vodnyansky
whatever what i felt this daywhen you were coming by my wayi hadn´t much of all to say so went by and walked awayi had the grieve, you shoot the lightswell there´s   one too many nights exclusive might be the love for youi had just something else to dopass me one time or twoi will always be a friend to you what was there will never mightthere´s one too many nights the spring is here to fallthe first of may i hear your callit´s for ever and allkick off your shoes and hit a ball my heart never felt so lighton this one too many night keep this smirk out of your faceyour  prettyness and custom gracenext time i´ll tie my laceand you´ll be standing in my place don´t dare to tell me wrong from rightthere´s always one too many nights vodnyansky ©2006
THE PLAYERS ARE Daniel KlemmerWerner DaffeldeckerChris SucherbauerJörg GaisbauerThomas Berghammer Vodnyansky
rain , rainsince the midnight hourrain, rainwe go t no powerrain, rainthis ain´t no shower the big flood´s comin´down rain , rainall day longrain , rainone week is gonerain , rainthe flood move´s onthat´s a hard rain coming down blue, bluewhen the sky was bluegrey,  greyi´ve been true to youblack, blackthe day turns nightthere´s a black cloud in my way rain, rainthe gods are cryin´sad, sadgot me stumblin´and tryingrain, rainwondering why andwhat can i do for you soaked, soakedme bones are rustin´float, float in the end it´s nothin´mop mopyou gotta mop upafter the big flood went by vodnyansky ©2006
i  fell like an applefrom the family treei broke  my heart andgot shot in my knee the wounds i can´t heal i tend to forget  the big one, there´s a shadow on itthe wounds i can´t heal i tend to forget if you see a man drowningyou don´t take off your shoeson the fall to the groundthere´s nothing to loose the smaller they are the bigger they getthe wounds  i like to forgetthe wounds i can´t heal i´d like to forget if you see me drowning take off your tieas  a child of the 70s i can still  fly the deeper they are the bigger they getthe wounds  i can not to forgetthe wounds i can´t heal i can not to forget vodnyansky ©2006
obfuscatin my perception           snowflake condition                  feelings are deception              but i can´t help it  sojourn in your embracepilfer smiles from your facemoments dodging daysno rancor but it´s sad entranched in elusive matters enigmatic  patterns coming dead end and what a good place to yearn split sorry state part love part hate split sorry state devided  fate  deconstructing  my perceptiontrawling for directionsmocked by deceptioni hug you in my dreams behind a veil of changesi remember placesi see your face andit could have been vodnyansky ©2006
on the road to happinessyou better don´t care a thingthe first word was a guessthe second didn´t ring a dinga centurys lifeand my life seems  unhinged did you really have to gowhen i was away ?bothered and pleaseddidn´t you want me to stayso sick and distraughi just felt it that way with the two of us one problem does remainwith your all gonemy situation is the samea long long time and loveshoudn´t be in vain you left me two and one more makes it threeon the road  to happiness got to cull the good apples from the treea century´ s lifeyou´ll might be me why did you left me when i was awaylaughin´ and laughteron a bright sunny dayuhh how i wishedyou could stay foreverand everwith me                        ©2006 vodnyansky
moon´s up before sundownthe blues will come to townon a twilight afternooni know the voices and the soundi came here too earlyi´ve been here too long long long shadowsrusty and dustytell me ´bout my future and this night´s on mei came... don´t want to miss those colorsand the tears inside my beerten balls and no numbersit´s been a while that i´ve been herei came... maybe i will make it homein time for the midnight newsor end up in the gutterwith a tire which came loosei came... i will love you´till my liver beats my soulmaybe we´ll skip breakfastand have another rolli came... vodnyansky ©2002
she had legs like forever      and lips like endless sinher hair was a neverending storybout  the trouble i was inblack as a g-flat chord with eyes full of love and ragelike a picturce of eternityshe hold court onstage she told me :if you don´t get started you won´t come to an endnever knowing and see what´s round the benda long ago dreamed happenstancean open door, a barb wired fence a train that´s heading your waya penthouse dinner with fay wraybut consider kong and learonce you got started the end might be near the smoke´s so clouded filled up with room i can barely see the end of my broomthe pizza got got cold but the bullet was hotthe man with the knife was dead on the spotshe rolled me an eye that was thousand years oldi blew her a kiss and went out in the coldthe timing´s what matters when you hesitatethe seconds between your act and then it´s too late what a terrific evening, what a wonderful nightone word led to another and one to a fighthadn´t much of a choice but the place to bethat night that i started missing miss leewell i can´t go back to see what i´ve doneno place´s like this and no place is nonea zoomed in slow motion eternitythat night that i started missing miss lee she might not have forced me into going so wrongi might not have thought  ´bout the consequences comin´ alongthat backstreet i´m running gets narrow and darkon the bottom of my life the  i´m coming down harda good song to be sung and a sad one to livea honour to loose and a sin to forgiveredemption for one and the shame´s on mesince that night that i started missin´ miss lee ©2006 vodnyansky ©2006 vodnyansky
whiskey drinkin´girl let me drink by your sidea glass of waterand one more for your bridewhisky drinkin´ girltonight  my heart is open wide whiskey drinkin´girltough and well you looka shot of this won´t spoil your look whiskey drinkin´ girlfor i´m the one who cooks wiskey drinkin´ girlmanhatten´s to your feetone more of thisand i´ll too be it whiskey drinkin´ girlhere´s to your temper and your wit wiskey drinkin´ loverirish girls are prettylet me walk you homewon´t ask you something silly whiskey drinkin girlblowing bubbles like pearls whisky drinkin´ girllet me drink by your sideone more of thisand i´ll be your bride whisky drinkin´ girltonight  my heart is open wide vodnyansky ©2006
13th ring of jupiter, right?
sundowner
dancing backwards
beware of shiny objects in the sea
coming soon
all songs written, recorded, performed and mixed by                      felix vodnyansky  mastered by KRAMER at NOISE MIAMI percussion on bay rum by Chris Sucherbauer organ on comes fall by  Lothar Scherpe ©2013 austrian records
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SINCE THAT I LIVE HERE
the cuckoo landed on the top of the headof the astonished weasel and he saidi´ll take this lady out of the soupand you will take this beaklady magpie and the cuckoo are ALL  ALONE in the nestlady magpie and the cuckoo in the nest with all the birds long gone souththe lady needs some shiners in her mouthand before the snow comes the dayyou´re to young for me mister anywayand the cuckoo is crying ALL  ALONE in the nestthe little cuckoo is crying ALL  ALONE in the nest vodnyansky ©2013
PEOPLE, PEOPLE, PEOPLE
LITTLE GIRL BY THE RIVER
i start to swim in the city of dreamswalked up a levee new orleans maybegot a suit  for a carand a train for a rideswitched from north  to the southdreamed of you by my side dark narrow streets lights and pubs burning brightdon´t trust your senses trust nobody the guidetrade a rainbow for an arrowgot a ticket to hidefrom the one that i miss somade history alive    took a trip on the airplane my sister and icrossed the ocean for africa when the pilot came byhe showed us the placesother planes had came downdebris and smoke and there´s nobody around                                                      we were crash landing there in a field of muda dream in a dream bout the dreams that we hadshared a cigarette by the site of the wreckgot lost in the dirtand the dreams that we had a family affair with nothing to loosea familiar sensation like a new pair of shoesgot a hat for the rainand a haircut just the samelike ol´ billie on on the rocklooking for some weather god to blame on the way down to africa my sister and icrossed a timeline of senses and we hired a guidehis name was a riverhis trade was a lieheadin´ back in a jiffymy sister and i vodnyansky ©2013
stumbling estranged through the middle of nowherein and out and round the housepeople people what a subliminal cata big applause but how i am supposed to actamongst all those pundits of redundancyyou´d better get along without of mePEOPLE  PEOPLE PEOPLE WHAT ARE  Y´ALL DOING OUT HERE photo-flash-sweat in the middle of nowhere  why in the world did i have come heresham fun twist faking the boogieold man on the platform smoking a stogiehazmat hairdos i am a runawayfoot-painted tuxedos where the hell´s that trainin the middle of nowhere i feel so heavythe old man´s crutch banging the concretethirsty rusty freight-train carsi wish you all the best while i am moving backwardsPEOPLE  PEOPLE PEOPLE WHERE IS MY RIDE BACK HOMEPEOPLE  PEOPLE PEOPLE WHERE IS MY TRAIN BACK HOMEvodnyansky ©2013
WHAT IT IS
is it a pizza piemakes my hair go thindoes love dependson this shiny thingi am crazy crazy about the moon sometimes sandy sometimes maroonmakes me crazy crazy as a looni´m a crazy crazy about the moon halfway gone halfway fullover the shore but seldom bluea discreet witnesswatching you halfway gone he`s scarcely truewhen his light fades in this old caboose salute the man out theremade out of cheese orange glows the evening dew  when the sun sets the moon over the stationthe moon over the stationthe moon over the station vodnyansky ©2013  
my ghosts have all retiredtook the monsters i admiredwe had a ball all night longnow i am a roving all alone i need a haircut more than a shave i need a queen more than an acei´d like start all over againbut it would be just the sameand the dealingwith that feeling worn me out vodnyansy ©2013
is it a ship or a boatis it a line or a ropea burning dot or a flaming stara lonesome night out in a crowded bar is it heaven or a havena dark angel or a ravena hug or a fightat the end of the night what it is what it isit is what it is was this a wedding or funeral is it weird or just normala saint full of singet out of trouble or get in is it a stone or a rockhollowed by the dropis this justice or just the laware you really happy bout the way things are love or divorcebe anxious bout a horseis it hell or  just a place to staythe secrets are hidden off the way is it a diamond or a piece of glasslife goes on and dreams go fastdoes it matters if it´s realwhen we´ve grown up we will seevodnyansky ©2013
A RAG
i need a haircut more than a shavei need a queen more than an acei´m not so bad but i´m no goodto make you love me like i wouldand the dealing  with that feelinghas worn me out i need more rhymes than more winea shelter from the timepassed on me but then againthe steady lust to do the sameand the dealing  with that feelinghas worn me out see me downthrough the keyholedown on the groundtoo shabby to bea loverever more
sun sets for us and nobody elseon stars and moons we like to dwellin our dreams  we don´t abuseand we just don´t care what we´ve got to lose who will remember this summer songstuffed in a time and then got drownedget ready for the next centuryit´s only an age away                                      i sing for you a summer songthere´s some cool breeze supposed to roll arounda joyful verse and a sad refrainand i hope to see you again vodnyansky ©2013
TALKING TO MYSELF
since i live herei miss the way back homethe sky´s not blue and the cat´s not gonethe clouds moving northwardsand are eaten by a stormi linger here andmiss the way back home some people act strangewhen they´re on their owngot some funny callson the telephonewhile they hang upand carry oni refraini miss the way back home you do the lead to the meat of itnot that i´m scared just worried a bitwhere anything can happen and nothing willi better do better and i promise i will
HONEYSUCKLE BLUES
i sing for you a summer songkeeps you warm a long cold winter longi do for you the best i cana joyful verse and a sad refrain who´ ll remember in a thousand yearswhen we´re all gone and disappearedragged the earth all flags are downwho will care about a song carry on in a  world gone wrongsay sweet nothings  watch the roses grownthat lucky ol´ sun will it ever quiti´ll toast to you and have some candles lit who´ll remember in a million yearswhat we´ve loved an what we´ve fearedstaggered down in a hasteevolutionary waste
all Songs written, preformed and recorded by Felix Vodnyansky exept Talking To Myself written by I. Ghee Oberheim on Waitress Collapso by Stefan Geissler Percussion on Waitress Collapso, What It Is and People, People, People by Daniel Klemmer Vocals on Little Girl By The River and The Situation by Mona Nad produced by eichenauer oder vodnyansky    ©2013
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when I see you down the street underneath the cherry treewhen I see you down the street underneath the cherry treethe sweet smell of the cherry treeI get the honeysuckle blueswhen i see that cherry tree underneath the cherry treewill you be waiting there for meunderneath the cherry treeare you waiting there for mewhen i kiss you under the cherry treei will lose my honeysuckle bluesunder that cherry tree
i´ve got some answersand no one is rightask me a questionask me what do i likei tell you a liebecause of the night one foot´s on the brakethe other´s in the gravei was trying hardto keep going down safeone foot´s on the brakeand the brake is a fakeone foot is in the ashtrayi´ll might becoming home late please don´t think that i don´t careit´s just that i can´t see you from hereand i can´t remember where to lookshould have written it all upin my little black book since that i live herei miss the way back home
TECHNOTE X
sittin on a corner geethe whole world is wrong but mei´m lone and drown and talkin to myselfi try so hard to forgetthat you and i have ever metoh, i won´t let you make a fool out of me now i´m takin to myself just to keep from cryingnow i´m takin to myselfjust to keep from sighingmakin a believethat i´ve never dreamedface that i hate youwhen the whole world knows i love you i´m tellin myselfthat i quit youwhen i know that you have put me on a shelfi´m gettin´crazy and it´s trueand it´s all over youbut now you got me talkin´ to myself words and music by I. Ghee
what they call the situationfatigued by humiliationdignity´s been graved inthe hostage is a nationimagine what it means to live down there what they call the situationbooby-trapped a generationwhile mocking the situationjust to deal with their frustrationfenced in a box ring full of murderous goons between veils and bootsand walls and gravesbetween reason and fearsurrounded by hatestuck inthe situation duped by monsters of religiontalking paradise in heavenhere death is the companionall what´s left is one´s  ambitionto make it through the day alive  the press and televisionbetween threats and propagandacounting rockets flying count so many ways of dyingget murdered and not enough cared to live the situationto wait for the next explosionthe fear the blood the warlord´s waysonce it´s in your mind there´s no escapeout of the situation vodnyansky ©2013
THE SITUATION
gravity is slow tonightpeople gone home for their family fightswhat day do we have this yeari saw capra through a tearwhat day do we have this yeari saw capra through a tear the big nosed man had died that dayothers just went madlook around for some shelter to staythere aren´t  a many a waysto walk around with a bullet in your head i don´t go downtown anymorethey hang you out the window and shoot you through the door what year do we have this dayone´s gone to heaven and one´s gone awaywhat year do we have this dayone´s gone to heaven and one´s gone away i dreamed that i saw vincent priceskating down the river on thin icegarbage pails illuminatingthe scenery first sharp than fadingwhen he waves goodbye gravity is slow tonightone more year i have survived vodnyansky ©2013
little girl by the riverin those peaceful timeslittle girl by the riverbefore the war stories of her grandpacoming down the riverthere in the watershe learned to swim  a long long journey back through the timesto a childhood of wondersby the river under pinesphotographs in sepiapaintings in oilthe little girl by the river  little girl by the river  playing games with the brothersseems a daydream awaythe love of her mothereasygoing days little girl by the riverin those peaceful timeslittle girl by the riverbefore the war
MY SISTER AND I
a life behind barsbirds and dogs and no starsfor the so many yearsserving  drinks to drown the tearswhen the lights go outand she walks outlike this was the last night on earth she polishes an ashtray like a wedding ringwatches the bubbles in the sinkflies and cats and no starjust a moon on the barother peoples partiesother peoples ringsbut she still got her dreams when night fallsa real mother to us all she polishes an ashtray like a wedding ringflushes the bubbles  in the sinkwith all those drinks and all those tearsthen the lights go outand she walks out vodnyansky ©2013
THE WAITRESS COLLAPSO
MOON
all the birds are a heading southwith a cigar and a frog in the mouththe hopes were high but what a bummersometimes the fall comes in midsummerand the cuckoo is crying ALL  ALONE in the nestand the little cuckoo is crying in the nest all the birds are a heading souththere´s just one left and she got caughttrapped in a trunk was lady magpielured by the dancing weasel´s bagpipeand the cuckoo is crying ALL  ALONE in the nestand the little cuckoo is crying in the nest while all the birds were heading souththe evil weasel had just one thoughti´m gonna have this cuteé birdeéunder the shade of this old oak treéand the cuckoo is wondering ALL  ALONE in the nestabout a hop out of this nestabout a hop out of this nest
AND NOTHING BUT ELSE
when I see you down the street underneath the cherry treewhen I see you down the street underneath the cherry treethe sweet smell of the cherry treeI get the honeysuckle blueswhen i see that cherry tree underneath the cherry treewill you be waiting there for meunderneath the cherry treeare you waiting there for mewhen i kiss you under the cherry treei will lose my honeysuckle bluesunder that cherry tree vodnyansky ©2013
i´ve got some answersand no one is rightask me a questionask me what do i likei tell you a liebecause of the night one foot´s on the brakethe other´s in the gravei was trying hardto keep going down safeone foot´s on the brakeand the brake is a fakeone foot is in the ashtrayi´ll might becoming home late please don´t think that i don´t careit´s just that i can´t see you from hereand i can´t remember where to lookshould have writtenit all upin my little black book since that i live herei miss the way back home
since i live herei miss the way back homethe sky´s not blue and the cat´s not gonethe clouds moving northwardsand are eaten by a stormi linger here andmiss the way back home some people act strangewhen they´re on their owngot some funny callson the telephonewhile they hang upand carry oni refraini miss the way back home you do the lead to the meat of itnot that i´m scared just worried a bitwhere anything can happen and nothing willi better do better and i promise i will vodnyansky ©2013          
little girl by the riverin those peaceful timeslittle girl by the riverbefore the war stories of her grandpacoming down the riverthere in the watershe learned to swim  a long long journey back through the timesto a childhood of wondersby the river under pinesphotographs in sepiapaintings in oilthe little girl by the river  little girl by the river  playing games with the brothersseems a daydream awaythe love of her mothereasygoing days little girl by the riverin those peaceful timeslittle girl by the riverbefore the war vodnyansky ©2013
eternity since 1993
ulf ryberg                                      peter pallierer                                   chris sucherbauer                              felix vodnyansky
WoWbagger
WoWbagger´s Bob was recorded, mixed and mastered by Christoph Amann at Amann Studios, Vienna sometime in the mid-nineties.Released in 1998 it features 13 timeless Collapso Classics and is most definitetly dedicated to Mr. Robert Mitchum. The Songs include Mathilda, Creole Girl, Take Me, Browskin Girl, Mother And Wife, Jamaica Farwell, Beauty Is Only Skin Deep. Jean And Dinah, Not Me, Come Back Lisa, Cocoanut Water as well as WoWwbagger's own Collapso and Carlotta.
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out january '16