The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

There's a hole in my soul like a cavity
Seems like the world is out to gather just by gravity
The wheel keeps turning the sky's rearranging
Look my son the weather is changing

I'd like to feel that you could be free
Look up at the blue skies beneath a new tree
Sometime again
You'll turn green and the sea turns red
My son I said the power of axis over my head
The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

We sang about the sun and danced among the trees
And we listened to the whisper of the city on the breeze
Will you cry in the most in a lead-free zone

Down within the shadows where the factories drone
On the surface of the wheel they build another town
And so the green come tumbling down
Yes close your eyes and hold me tight
And i'll show you sunset sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

As a child's silent prayer my hope hides in disguise
While satellites and cameras watch from the skies
An acid drop of rain recycled from the sea
It washed away my shadow burnt a hole in me
And all the king's men cannot put it back again
But the ghetto sun will nurture life
And mend my soul sometime again

The big wheel keeps on turning
On a simple line day by day
The earth spins on its axis
One man struggle while another relaxes

Wenn es noch dunkel ist, mache ich in den frühen Morgenstunden seit ein paar Wochen das Fenster einen Spalt auf. Dann halten kristallklare Vogelstimmen Einzug in meine Träume. Ich liebe es. Ich LIEBE es.

An der Bushaltestelle habe ich auf einem Baum Zeisige und Stieglitze gesehen. Erinnerungen an meinen Opa - an Zeiten, als ich seine Dominanz noch in kindlicher Unbegangenheit annehmen konnte.

Bei ihm waren die Vögel damals in Käfigen eingesperrt, bis ein Greifvogel ihre Hälse durch die Gitterstäbe zog. Nun sitzt auf dem verglasten Balkon "nur" noch meine Omi, während er "ausfliegt".

- Kopf auf, Jeans Team
- Im Arsch, Jan Delay
- Deine Reime sind Schweine, Adolf Noise
- Die Welt steht still, Jan Dalay
- Good morning stranger, Monta
- Gatekeeper, Feist