Get all 5 Fräulein Hona releases available on Bandcamp and save 30%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Fliegen lernen, nowhere but here, of circles and waves, La percée du soleil, and the ground beneath our feet.
1. |
trains
05:05
|
|||
|
trains coming and leaving like thoughts
like the waves i’ve been missing for so long
sometimes there is bigger danger in drowning in the desert than in the sea
and everything is moving but me
everything is moving but me
maybe i should move to a little house in the mountains
‘cause even without any sense of direction
i wouldn’t lose myself as i do in the city
you brought back the tears to my heart
and the shiver and the golden mornings
and i hope it will never stop feeling like home with you
feeling like home with you
and it’s good to cry cry sometimes
i wanna see the stars at night
ride bikes through the fields at night
want to free myself of the fear of
losing the most beautiful
there are few things which are of worth
and it’s good when you notice them and save them
notice them and save them
before they are gone
before they are gone
and it’s good to cry cry sometimes
‘til sleep brings you to weary places
until sleep brings you to another world
|
||||
2. |
||||
|
wachst du auf, geht es los, wohin ging es noch schnell
niemand fragt, du sagst nein und lässt es trotzdem geschehn.
viele fragen, keine antwort, so wie’s immer schon war,
bevor der nächste schnee fällt, wird alles anders sein.
die sohlen unserer schuhe fallen ab als wär’n sie staub,
worauf wir stehn ist heute da und morgen im sommerschlussverkauf
drum musst du fliegen lernen, tänze tanzen, witze erzähln‘
immer schön lächeln, dich bedanken, alles möglich verstehn‘
komm sieh dich an, meinst du das ernst, vielleicht ist alles ja gelogen,
gibt nicht auf, gib auch nichts zu, wer bin ich denn, dir das zu sagen
niemand war’s, wird’s auch je sein, alle basteln an ihrem schrein,
zu dem beten wir dann.
bis der nächste schnee fällt, bitte lass uns glauben, bis der nächste schnee fällt,
wird alles anders sein.
|
||||
3. |
gods and garbage
04:15
|
|||
|
i just sit and look at this rest of a city that is gone
the guards, the gods, the garbage cannot be seen anymore
of course it has changed, there are other rooms to fill, but still – i just can’t let go
then i think of my childhood home, it floods my mind with thoughts,
of course there wasn’t only laughter, but yet it’s completely different now,
no matter how hard we try, we can’t go back, we’re on our own,
and it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it hurts
because i can’t let go
you just sat there, the cup is empty, your smell still sticks here to the walls,
and even if you come again, it’s over now, the moment’s gone
and i can’t let go
now i’m sitting here again, the girl in front of me seems to be without any sorrow,
maybe this is why it is as it is and how it should be, but still, i can’t stop myself thinking of her in 20 years,
when she thinks back, and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts
because she can’t let go
the day is coming to its end, and even if i don’t move anymore,
time keeps passing and i’m a part of it, so –
with every minute we keep creating what will soon be a memory,
and it will hurt, it will hurt, it will hurt, it will hurt, it will hurt,
because i can’t let go
|
||||
4. |
||||
|
a dusty room filled with childhood games
there’s a box with old books
take them, read them
then tell me why someone got killed
ten years haven’t told me
what your silence was about
now it’s all so grey and faded
so dusty in our minds
a book gets mixed up with reality
a man alone with his blues
another man’s stories screaming in his head
the truth always comes too late
ten years haven’t told me
what your silence was about
now it’s all so grey and faded
so dusty in our minds
|
||||
5. |
la percée du soleil
04:34
|
|||
|
you are lying in a cup of black coffee
but as long as you don’t open your eyes
you think it’s just a dream
and maybe if you keep them closed for a while
your dream will really be
the thoughts move on
they wind around a tree
you don’t want to let them go
you prefer to let them grow
but oh you’d better wake up at this point
or you won’t want to go back
it just exists in your thoughts
so you are flying on your cosy thundercloud
of shiny white and you know
by the time of the next storm
you’ll be back on the ground
you’ll be back down
you’ll be back on the ground
it just exists in your thoughts
at least it exists
|
||||
6. |
hamburg blues
03:59
|
|||
|
a boy on the docks
he‘s maybe 6 years old
he blows his spit
in frothy white foam
and he laughs
what he does looks slightly obscene
i love it when you wear
those cherry-coloured jeans
he doesn‘t know what he does
i guess we know what we do
he can stay forever in his game
i know i can‘t stay in yours
this city feels like home
we both know it‘s a long way to find a home
oh we shouldn‘t blame
the spit-bubble-boy
oh he just shows
that everything bursts and flows away
onto the ships and into the sea
a fly burns in the light
today i won‘t help him out
today i let him burn
today something has to die
my love or a fly
|
||||
7. |
unter glas
06:57
|
|||
|
schau wo sie jetzt ist
sie hat sich unter eine käseglocke gesetzt
manchmal rennt sie gegen die wände an
schau ihr gesicht ist schon ganz blutig
doch das glas, es bricht nicht
wenn es doch wenigstens ein goldener käfig wär
schwankend schwindlig und mit luft zum atmen
sie geht sie durch die möglichen wege in gedanken
schwimmt durch meere von unbekannten
tollkühn und laut ohne selbstauferlegte schranken
bezwingt die heere der erwartungen
wohin würden wohl all diese wege führen
und wären sie glücklich, glücklicher?
doch lieber bleibt sie auf der sicheren straße
mit laternen gut geteert, ein bisschen eingesperrt
sie fragt sich ob es wirklich die liebe ist, die uns kettet
oder ist es sie, die uns befreit?
und warum merkt man manchmal erst, wenn etwas wieder da ist,
wie sehr es fehlte?
und dann für einen augenblick riecht sie das meer und ist sich sicher
aber einfacher ist doch, wenn sie
|
||||
8. |
anti lovesong
03:15
|
|||
|
i don’t like love songs, they play on the radio
can you tell me how you spell it - l o v e, four letters, is it more
everybody in this world seems to act the same way
when they fall in love and call it “true”
people call each other “sugar”, “sweetie”, “honey pie”,
and the next day, they quit
so why tell me “baby”
should i promise you my life
what for should i give you everything i have
and everything i am
is this love is this love is this love
is this what they sing about
is this love, is this love, is this love
is this what they want from us
turn on the tv and you know what i mean
listen to what they say
“you are everything for me”
“i can’t live without you”
“i live to love you”
“i will be as you want me to be”
so why tell me “baby”
should i promise you my life
what for should i give you everything i have
and everything i am
is this love is this love is this love
is this what they sing about
is this love, is this love, is this love
is this what they want from us
„there’s no me“
“there’s no you”
“only us in symbiotic perfection”
|
||||
9. |
racing bike
03:48
|
|||
|
black street, white bike
racing through the night
without a light on
‘cause it broke on the way home
still getting high on
thoughts of what our lives can be
back home
or far from where we learned to fight and survive
clouds were grey on a grey sweater
unplugged in new york on a day trip
i took a train kissed a boy
i took a train kissed a boy
like it was easy
to walk away from everything that’s boring
like it was easy
to have ice cream for breakfast in the morning
yes it was easy
early morning come home
i switched off the phone
went to sleep in a tree house
to hear the dogs howl at night
how they go : Ahh uuuuuuhhhh
every tuesday i cry
lately all i do is leave you behind
while a freight train runs through my mind
passes and leaves
lots of dust and dirt
like consequences of the fact
that we are grown ups
clouds were grey on a grey sweater
unplugged in new york on a day trip
i took a train kissed a boy
i took a train kissed a boy
like it was easy
to walk away from everything that’s boring
like it was easy
to have ice cream for breakfast in the morning
yes it is easy
|
||||
10. |
fia
04:52
|
|||
|
we are free, we are young
travelling wherever we want
interested and literate and critical of course
there’s nothing wrong with that
no on the contrary it’s wise,
to reflect and to talk and to talk
but at the end of the day, we are running in the same
circles as our ancestors did before
sing about things which are not new at all
we end up struggling and gasping and wishing we were dumb
but happy and content at last
yes we are free, we are young, we have much more than we’d need
and we don’t have to be remembered to appreciate it
but for all that we feel lost
and we doubt our lives, our aims and ourselves
and the most sarcastic thing is – that it’s nothing new at all
although we know this, it doesn’t help
our complicated minds help out with strategies and plans and intentions for the future
but oh – that’s exhausting
so we’ll just go on, try our best, as we’d do it anyway
sometimes maybe distract our minds
and in the end it’s just the same old game when you are free and you are young
|
||||
11. |
personal ghost
03:17
|
|||
|
tonight i can’t fall asleep again
bad dreams will catch me if i do
i saw your face on a crowded tram
and i just don’t know where to hide
again
you don’t know you’re my personal ghost
climbing up the walls hiding my tears
again
we roam the streets at night
they’re just so much safer than this room
it’s full of your silence and your skin
don’t you ever fuck with me
again
|
||||
Fräulein Hona Wien, Austria
Since 2010 Fräulein Hona - an all-female singer-songwriter quartet based in Vienna - have made a name for themselves in living rooms, backyards and festival stages around Austria and Europe. Their subtle acoustic songs end up combining the contrasting feelings of weightlessness, melancholy and optimism. If you need more categorization you could simply call it acoustic antifolk. ... more
If you like Fräulein Hona, you may also like:
Duty of Care
by David Luximon
A new single from David Luximon is mesmerizing and atmospheric, soulful vocals alternating with heartfelt spoken word.
go to album
For She Who Hangs The Moon
by David Luximon
Expansive music that has the gentle hush of ambient and the insistent pulse of post-rock; enveloping and absorbing.
go to album
Little By Little - LP
by Sodastream
Deeply-felt, folk-derived indiepop from Melbourne that balances lovely, quavering vocal melodies with twinkling acoustics.
go to album
Celisti
by Chonny and Clyde
Three songs originally slated for Chonny & Clyde’s LP; all proceeds benefit United For Puerto Rico’s efforts to support those affected.
go to album
The Edge of the Land
by Katie Spencer
Spencer's indie folk sophomore album was recorded live in the studio over the course of two days.
go to album
I Used To Be Sad & Then I Forgot
by Mr. Alec Bowman_Clarke
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals.
go to album
3ingle
by Jason Lytle, Little Wings, Kramies
A trio of songs from indie rock veterans, “3ingle” showcases their songwriting skill with pared-back, acoustic arrangements.
go to album
