HillartsHill-Arts

 

Entspannter Elektro, mal etwas poppiger, dann auch wieder mehr in Richtung Ambient. Hill-Arts ist das namengebende und forcierteste Projekt von hillarts project.
Daraus entstanden die nicht verlegten Alben ‚Blau‘ und ‚Balance 2012‘.

 

 

 

Balance 2012

  • Umpf
  • Hochzeit
  • No panic
  • Panic
  • Politikbastard lyrics
  • Ticking noise lyrics
  • Zat you Zanta Claus lyrics
  • Sector eight
  • Feel your car
  • Fly again(album version)
  • Please don’t hold me tight lyrics
  • Danke
  • Politikbastard (Melody-mix) lyrics

Blau

  • Seitenstechen
  • Snowflakes
  • Night over me
  • Water Snider


 
Politikbastard
Du hast nur eine Frage,
und du hast nur ein Problem.
Du hast nur eine Sorge und
du kannst sie nicht mehr sehn.
Alles für alle und
alles für alle kostenlos.
Keine Regeln, keine Werte,
keine Moral, alles egal.

Keine Kontrolle, keine Strafe,
keine Konsequenz,
keine Nähe, kein Abstand,
kein Normaler den man kennt.
Du brauchst mehr Freiheit,
brauchst mehr Drogen,
brauchst mehr Anarchie.
Du brauchst mehr Absturz
und sagst dann zu mir:
C’est la vie!

Politikbastard, Politikbastard

Du bist total t-o-l-e-r-a-n-t,
besonders wenn man sich
so wie du bewegt.
Alles was davon abweicht,
kannst du nicht verstehen,
nicht mal die Blumen in
meinem Garten findest du schön.

Du bist total PC,
du bist total politisch korrekt,
doch ohne Politik ist das auch echt,
is auch echt nicht schlecht.
Du wünschst dir Deutschland weg,
du benimmst dich wie ein Tier.
Wenn du dir das so sehr wünschst,
was machst du noch hier?

Politikbastard, Politikbastard



 
Ticking noise

You are cold outside, I am inside.
I left the streets of wisdom
and locked the door of my castle.
Please stay out,
please don’t enter the door
cause I am an natural-born britain
in an uneducated society.
Please go away, cause we’ve
never met anytime before.
Please don’t stay cause
I forgot your lovely name.
Oh my goodness,
how are you scarrying me.
And you say that I
don’t seem to be unsecure.

I’m listening to this ticking
noise inside my head.
Maybe I shouldn’t leave the
house, that’s what my doctor said.
And yeah, you’re right sometimes I
see you even though you’re not there,
And yeah you’re right I talk to you
even though you’re not there.

I ran into my maze, knowing
I’ll never find the way out.
Everytime I might see the exit
I can not see, I’m in a maze.
Maze of my visions, maze of my visions
which I can not explain.
Will you recognize me? Please don’t
just go along your way.
Please go away, cause we’ve
never met anytime before.
Please don’t stay cause
I forgot your lovely name.
Oh my goodness,
how are you scarrying me.
And you say that I
don’t seem to be unsecure.
 
I’m listening to …


 

Zat you Zanta Claus

Who is the criminal in our city?
You got the weapon and I got the fear.Is it you Zanta Claus
or is it me, the poor boy?


Please don’t hold me tight

I remember lying under a bridge
anywhere and we felt free.
All that was and all that
had been and all that will be
we just didn’t care.
We just flew like the eagles,
we just flew high above th clouds.
We danced ourselves in
different countries, no man
has seen, seen before.

But at some point you wore
lipstick in the middle of your face.
Asked for a kiss of me, it was glue
and I could not get away from you.

You said you’d get away with anything.
I was allowed to fly as high
as I want and as far as the eye.
I smelled strange women,
I smelled strange beauty,
I smelled strange flowers,
but you never let me touch.
Hold me I asked you to hold me
but you let me go up
let me go up like a kite.
Along the line was all my freedom,
along the line and I sang
I walk the line.

But at some point you wore
lipstick in the middle of your face.
Asked for a kiss of me, it was glue
and I could not get away from you.

Hold me, hold me, bite me, kiss me.
Hold me, hold me, bite me, kiss me,
but please don’t lock me,
freedom of a dying tiger.
Hold me, hold me, bite me, kiss me.
Hold me, hold me, bite me, kiss me,
but please don’t lock me,
never with the freedom of a dying tiger.

But at some point you wore
lipstick in the middle of your face.
Asked for a kiss of me, it was glue
and I could not get away from you.