DEZPERADOZ LYRICS
album: "An Eye For An Eye" (2008)
1. An Eye For An Eye2. Hate
3. Days Of Thunder
4. Wild Bunch
5. Wild Times
6. Riders Of The Storm
7. Here Comes The Pain
8. Don’t Give Up
9. May Heaven Strike Me Down
10. When The Circus Comes To Town
11. A Tooth For A Tooth
12. 25 Minutes To Go
1. An Eye For An Eye
I’m sitting here in a death row
And now my fear will start to grow
I had my time
I had my life
Times are changed now
I have to rise
My story’s full of lost and missin’
There ain’t no need for you to listen
I’ve killed a man
He killed my love
An eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
2. Hate
My daddy tried to teach me with the backside of his land
Wherever life will take me there’s things that make a man
These holy lies, my mother cries, my only hope as times went by
To learn it on my own, leave this fearful home
The third thing is you’re all alone
Keeper of your fate
The second thing is the holy book
But at first...
At first I learned to hate!
My mother tried to raise me, to be a honest man
A savior she could not be, just swallowed up the pain
She closed her eyes, a wasted life, my father’s sins, my mother died
She left me all alone, the seed of hate was born
The third thing is you’re all alone
Master of your fate
The second thing is the holy book
But at first...
At first I learned to hate!
The first thing that you’ve done to me, father
Was my procreation day
And at first...
I learned to hate
3. Days Of Thunder
I’m searching, I’m riding angry through the rain
With the hunger of life burnin’ in my veins
My East of Eden, the past is gone
I live my freedom till my time has come
My cries of hate, my hope, my truth
Will make up for my wasted youth
What’s done is done and left behind
A silent scream of freedom fills my mind
A rising storm
Stroke thunderbolts
Through the mirror of my soul
Thunder roll
May storm will strike the past and pain below
Roll thunder roll
Roll thunder roll
Now the clouds above me move so fast across the sky
My horse galloped now fast and free
Through this devil’s blasted ride
The sunrise brings the light and day
My new life has begun
New friends, a job, a girl, a date
May these days of thunder rollin’ on
4. Wild Bunch
Ride by my side and you will find the peace of mind
You will get what you need, you never be free again
Believe in me and you learn how it’s got to be
You turn into the street of fame and total respect
This alliance of the syndicate brings you
The guarantee for your shady affairs and I
I know your wishes, I know, I know your dreams
I’ve been, been everything you ever want to be
No more you’ll never be frail again for sure
We will guide and protect your plans at the...
Wild bunch
We share all your pain
Wild bunch
you’ll never be free again
Wild bunch
Never will stay alone
Wild bunch
Don’t be afraid anymore
Wild bunch
Members of the...
Wild bunch
Join the...
We rollin’ down into every town
Do you enjoy the sound of our holy guns
We take control over, over their souls
It is, it’s not a fault to be a member of threat
5. Wild Times
Wild times until we die
Wild times won’t go by
This golden ace of thunder will be mine
I see you be afraid
Don’t be charmed
You better lock your door
So be alarmed
There is no way to stop us now
There is no way to hide
We’re ridin’ straight into your town
We’re rollin’ in for those
Wild times will be
The best days left for me
Wild times we rise
We celebrate wild times
Booze and girls will kill us fast
Can’t get enough
Forget the noisy past
Times gettin’ rough
6. Riders Of The Storm
[The Doors cover]
7. Here Comes The Pain
What have you done?
With that you’ve signed your doom
Was it a pleasured fun
To violate her dude?
She was just a little whore
A little beast, one thing’s for sure
Better be thankful
Better be glad
So don’t be a fool
Get even not mad
If you want to stay alive
Don’t cross my bloody way
So you want to play this bloody game
I’ll be here to stay
The sinner met the saint
I will hunt you for the rest of your days
Will find and will break you
Better start to pray
Once we were brothers
Friends all in fame
Now the worms in my barrel
Will crawl in your brain
Believe you stay without a scratch
Think even I’m insane
Here comes the pain
Here comes the pain
And if you want to stay alive
Don’t cross my bloody way
Here comes the pain
Here comes the pain
Pain!
8. Don’t Give Up
Many times she made me happy
So many times she made me smile
All these tears will turn to madness
My angel is six feet in the ground
There were many men before me
Sold her body for a dime
Painful death was her last fee
And my angel is six feet under the ground
My reason is gone
Can’t give it up
‘Cause it hurts me too much
Can’t give it up
Like that devil’s hand touch
I can’t let go
There is only one way
To find my peace
Can’t give you up
All the time I think about it
This bloody picture in my brain
I found her bleedin’ in the mornin’
The last goodbye so full of pain
I’m knocking on the devil’s back door
And hope that God will look away
My friend, the murder he will die for
And Lord didn’t help me anyway
An eye for an eye
And a tooth for a tooth
A life for a life
I see her dyin’ right before me
When I close my eyes
I’m waiting in him
To leave the right way
Each and every time
Lord, please, please, help me
So, please, please, help me
To find my peace
Don’t give me up
9. May Heaven Strike Me Down
Now darkness falls across the land
I’m still there on my way
I follow him through desert sand
Through haze and through the rain
Still can’t believe what he has done
He took my love away
All or none, my chance is gone
...it might be that I’m born in deep disgrace
My stony promised way
Live my fate to keep the faith
It’s maybe not too late
For me to ride against the skies
With Jesus by my side
I pay the price for a paradise
When heaven will send a poor man down
And no one will be turned around
For those who pray for a judgement day
I’ll shot him to the ground
May heaven strike me down
That divine sight, it takes my breath
It takes my breath away
I raise my hands up to the light
With a gun and start to pray
Will climb the stairs into the air
To our deathless kingdom come
The sinner’s head under my arm
Now darkness falls across the land
I’m still there on my way
I follow through the desert sand
Through haze and through the rain
10. When The Circus Comes To Town
Now I will be a hero from a town so far away
Stranger in a strange land of wicked lifeless shades
For sure I’m gonna bring you, this bloody destiny
To execute for the love of God, his even handed will
The bells of justice chime for me
My step is quiet and cold
Real soon God’s rage for all to see
Can’t wait here anymore
When the circus comes to town
And the madness will invite you
There’s a sweet and bitter way
To get rid of things inside you
When the lights are turning ‘round
And the crowd is screamin’ and biding
Then the freak show has begun
When the circus comes to town
Where wicked clowns are hiding
They will creep into your head
Will be climbing down your spine
They will hide under your bed
The bells of justice chime for me
My step is quiet and cold
Real soon God’s rage for all to see
Can’t wait here anymore
When the circus comes to town
And the madness will invite you
There’s a sweet and bitter way
To get rid of things inside you
So I found him finally
On this place of Helter Skelter
And will kill him now indeed
With a trick and with a...
The audience eyes are scared
And before the curtain’s falling
I am bending down my head
The applauding crowd is calling
When the circus comes to town
And the madness will invite you
I stare my demons down
When the circus comes to town
11. A Tooth For A Tooth
Still sittin’ here in my dead man’s coat
A lonely end on a winding road
That was my time, a wasted life
The devil’s waitin’
I have to ride
The sun is up, I hear them come
To kill the man that I’ve become
There’s no way out, I’ll pay my dues
And eye for an eye and a tooth for a tooth
So understand
The fifth command
12. 25 Minutes To Go
Line-up:
Alex Kraft – Guitars & Vocals
Alex Weigand – Bass
Markus Kullmann – Drums
All songs written & composed by Alex Kraft, except “25 Minutes To Go” written by Allan’shel Silverstein & “Riders On The Storm” written by The Doors (Morrison, Krieger, Manzarek & Dansmore)
Produced by Thomas Lichtenwalter, Dennis Ward & Alex Kraft
Strings & violins by Ally Fiddle
Artwork by Yvonne Güntzel-Lingner & Alex Weigand
Photos by Martin Häusler
Promo photos by “Papayans” Michael Wiersch & Harlad Weigel
The Wild Bunch:
Alex Kraft as Hank
Tom Angelripper as Frank
Yvonne Güntzel-Lingner as Rosie
Berndt Güntzel-Lingner as Pablo
Daniel Reed as Prison Officer
The Story
“An Eye For An Eye” tells the story of Hank, a young man on death row in 1901.
While sentenced to death by hanging, he is waiting in the cell and narrates his
sad and antithetic life. He was born in 1878 on a farm somewhere east of the
Great Plains. His father, a strict and devout man, used his horsewhip and his
hand to educate his son and wife. After his mother died in 1894, Hank ran away
to begin a new life and he joined a bunch a cowboys. The craziest was Frank, a
young gunslinger who didn’t know fear or mercy. Both became close friends and
made plans to earn some money with small felonies. While they were playing
cards in a saloon one August night in 1897, Frank introduced Hank to Rosie. She
was one of the saloon’s hookers. After she did her job, Hank was overcome with
his emotions. He wanted her to quit work and become a family together.
Everything went well for Frank and Hank. Shortly they got more power and
control in their area as they grew stronger in numbers. They were known as the
“Wild Bunch”, a syndicate of young gunmen. Frank was also a punter of Rosie,
while Hank “bite on the bit”. On December morning in 1899 when Hank walked into
Rosie’s room, he found her, nearly dead, whispering Frank’s name before she
passed away. Frank had fled hours ago because he knew Hank and his rage very
well. From this point on Hank had only one thought: To hunt and kill Frank. His
soul was filled with hate and the desire to avenge Rosie, to cleanse off sins
and to praise the Lord. Early next morning Hank saddled up his horse and went
on his way. He knew that Frank’s family worked at the west coast circus, near
Sacramento. This ride through deserts, coldness and rain forced Hank to face
his own demons which day after day chewed up more of his sanity. The country,
villages, towns and cities seemed strange compared to Hank’s “old wild west”.
All the tall buildings, automobiles, clothes and different languages were like
an unknown world to Hank. In this abstract scenery he finally reached the signs
of the West Coast Circus. A freak show and funfair with “wild west shows”,
cowboys and Indians, an elephant man, absurd attractions and the madness of new
ideas in times of change. It was the year 1900. On a bright lighter crowded
place, in front of a big colorful circus tent, Hank espied his rival and shot a
bullet straight between the eyes. Frank’s body hit the floor before the
cartouche was cold. While the crowd cheered and applauded, Hank lifted his hat
and took a deep bow. The audience considered it as a part of the circus’ show
until the police applied the cuffs on his hands and took him away. Back in his
cell, in 1901, Hank, still waiting for the headsman, remembers the words long
written down in Exodus 21:23-21:27, but also the words in Exodus 20:13, the
fifth commandment: “You shall not kill”. He was sentenced to death in the name
of God. During the work on my last album “The Legend And The Truth” I saw an
old letter from a young gunslinger in a museum. His story was mostly similar.
He was on death row and wrote it to his dead mother. Revenge is a weakness, an
never ending story. A nation and its justice must be considerate and confident.
Isn’t all the experience of the human race enough to know this? For me it is
unbearable to see people who kill each other, trying to force their opinions on
others in the name of religion, ideology, a “holy war”, God, justice, insanity,
politics or different races. Killing is unholy in every religion!
That is why I wrote and composed this album
Alex Kraft, January 2008
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”
Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948)
Thanks to technotomy for sending these lyrics.
Alex Kraft – Guitars & Vocals
Alex Weigand – Bass
Markus Kullmann – Drums
All songs written & composed by Alex Kraft, except “25 Minutes To Go” written by Allan’shel Silverstein & “Riders On The Storm” written by The Doors (Morrison, Krieger, Manzarek & Dansmore)
Produced by Thomas Lichtenwalter, Dennis Ward & Alex Kraft
Strings & violins by Ally Fiddle
Artwork by Yvonne Güntzel-Lingner & Alex Weigand
Photos by Martin Häusler
Promo photos by “Papayans” Michael Wiersch & Harlad Weigel
The Wild Bunch:
Alex Kraft as Hank
Tom Angelripper as Frank
Yvonne Güntzel-Lingner as Rosie
Berndt Güntzel-Lingner as Pablo
Daniel Reed as Prison Officer
The Story
“An Eye For An Eye” tells the story of Hank, a young man on death row in 1901.
While sentenced to death by hanging, he is waiting in the cell and narrates his
sad and antithetic life. He was born in 1878 on a farm somewhere east of the
Great Plains. His father, a strict and devout man, used his horsewhip and his
hand to educate his son and wife. After his mother died in 1894, Hank ran away
to begin a new life and he joined a bunch a cowboys. The craziest was Frank, a
young gunslinger who didn’t know fear or mercy. Both became close friends and
made plans to earn some money with small felonies. While they were playing
cards in a saloon one August night in 1897, Frank introduced Hank to Rosie. She
was one of the saloon’s hookers. After she did her job, Hank was overcome with
his emotions. He wanted her to quit work and become a family together.
Everything went well for Frank and Hank. Shortly they got more power and
control in their area as they grew stronger in numbers. They were known as the
“Wild Bunch”, a syndicate of young gunmen. Frank was also a punter of Rosie,
while Hank “bite on the bit”. On December morning in 1899 when Hank walked into
Rosie’s room, he found her, nearly dead, whispering Frank’s name before she
passed away. Frank had fled hours ago because he knew Hank and his rage very
well. From this point on Hank had only one thought: To hunt and kill Frank. His
soul was filled with hate and the desire to avenge Rosie, to cleanse off sins
and to praise the Lord. Early next morning Hank saddled up his horse and went
on his way. He knew that Frank’s family worked at the west coast circus, near
Sacramento. This ride through deserts, coldness and rain forced Hank to face
his own demons which day after day chewed up more of his sanity. The country,
villages, towns and cities seemed strange compared to Hank’s “old wild west”.
All the tall buildings, automobiles, clothes and different languages were like
an unknown world to Hank. In this abstract scenery he finally reached the signs
of the West Coast Circus. A freak show and funfair with “wild west shows”,
cowboys and Indians, an elephant man, absurd attractions and the madness of new
ideas in times of change. It was the year 1900. On a bright lighter crowded
place, in front of a big colorful circus tent, Hank espied his rival and shot a
bullet straight between the eyes. Frank’s body hit the floor before the
cartouche was cold. While the crowd cheered and applauded, Hank lifted his hat
and took a deep bow. The audience considered it as a part of the circus’ show
until the police applied the cuffs on his hands and took him away. Back in his
cell, in 1901, Hank, still waiting for the headsman, remembers the words long
written down in Exodus 21:23-21:27, but also the words in Exodus 20:13, the
fifth commandment: “You shall not kill”. He was sentenced to death in the name
of God. During the work on my last album “The Legend And The Truth” I saw an
old letter from a young gunslinger in a museum. His story was mostly similar.
He was on death row and wrote it to his dead mother. Revenge is a weakness, an
never ending story. A nation and its justice must be considerate and confident.
Isn’t all the experience of the human race enough to know this? For me it is
unbearable to see people who kill each other, trying to force their opinions on
others in the name of religion, ideology, a “holy war”, God, justice, insanity,
politics or different races. Killing is unholy in every religion!
That is why I wrote and composed this album
Alex Kraft, January 2008
“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind”
Mahatma Gandhi (1869-1948)
Thanks to technotomy for sending these lyrics.
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