of circles and waves

by Fräulein Hona

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    Fräulein Honas second studio album "of circles and waves" (release date: October 7th 2016, Vienna). Comes with a pretty harmonium fold booklet, with lovely artwork from Jana Kilbertus.

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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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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

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Fräulein Honas second studio album

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released October 7, 2016

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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

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