The 25th of February Blog Music

Demo

by Uli Himstedt

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Uli Himstedt ist nach wilden Eskapaden im Elektro-Highspeed-Supersampling bei seinem Ruhepol, im Auge des Tornados, ... more angekommen. Zerbrechlich, ehrlich und unprätentiös schön zeichnet er mit Stimme, Gitarre und Gastmusikern Seelenzustände und intime zwischenmenschliche Bilder. less

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Track Name: I Can Still Taste You On My Lips
I can still taste you on my lips
this was the sweetest goodbye there could possibly be
I can still feel you on my lips
this was no farewell, no no,
this was not forever

Still the softness of your skin
lies in my fingers, lets them know they'll touch you again
all of my atoms resonate with the memory of you
we will be happy
sooner than later
I promise you that
now I take my hat
from your shelf, knowing
there'll never be someone else like you
noone has ever made me feel the way you do
my heart won't stop till we're united again
just now and then
remember the blanket I laid 'round your shoulders
whenever you feel like you're all alone in this world
you can build a new home for you to be comfortable in
anytime you want

You can warm a stranger's heart, now go warm yourself
don't think of anybody else,
not even of me
I gave you the key
to your home
to live on your own
deliberately

You are free
as free as you always wanted to be
you are free
as free as you always wanted to be
Track Name: Unnatural Shapes
The hoarse horse
keeps running, tripping, falling
and the angry jockey forces him
to get up, run and trip and fall
and get up again

Muscular contractions manifest
bones mold into unnatural shapes
hooves hurt, the horse won't run
he's just stubborn

Should've, could've, would've been more careful
should've, could've, would've been more careful
should've, could've, would've been more careful

fantastic figurines showed pretty faces made of porcelain until they fell from the shelf
their hollow heads revealing emptiness beneath the breakable material
and their fluffy bodies now lie amidst a thousand pieces
on the floor

Who's got the glue
and patience
to fix this puzzle
and put all the pieces back together

Should've, could've, would've been more careful
should've, could've, would've been more careful
should've, could've, would've been more careful

Should've, could've, would've been more careful
should've, could've, would've been more careful
should've, could've, would've been more careful
Track Name: A Closet That's Empty
He was asleep in his armchair
when the family arrived
the paper in his lap
the telly on mute
the match in Wimbledon
could've been interesting
but his eyelids were heavy still

A slow walk into the obscure
a fog closing in,
a man wondering
a life blown away like dust
a closet that's empty
his bones feel so heavy

The mixed double hurried across the court
as his grandchildren entered through
the living room door
the table was set,
the dinner was cooked
grandmother gave him a worried look

A slow walk into the obscure
a fog closing in
a man wondering
a life blown away like dust
a closet that's empty,
his bones feel so heavy

The youngest grandson
started pinching his ear
he slowly awoke,
didn't know where he were
he couldn't recall any memory
—asked himself,
"what's happening to me?"

A slow walk into the obscure
a fog closing in
a man wondering
a life blown away like dust
a closet that's empty,
his bones feel so heavy
Track Name: Your Dad's Sixties Records
I'd come to help you
paint a banner for school
you had an old sheet
and I'd brought the tools
some spray paint, tape and plastic gloves
and we went to hang it up
in your back yard
your dad was chopping wood
and we started painting
and I think we were done
something like an hour later
so we took off the gloves that were smeared with paint
and went inside to have a drink

Under your Jim Morrisson poster
I only thought of your sister
and in that moment there was no room in my head
for an opinion on your dad's sixties records
which was because she'd just come home
and gone into her room

Two weeks later we met down by the lake
she seemed absent-minded
and I wasn't quite decisive
the few words we spoke were hardly a conversation
and her and I alone was just an awkward situation
we sat there in silence
and I kept on trying to find something to say
but it was way too late
so I laid down on the grass,
watched the ducks promenade
and after we got up and left
I never went round to your house again

Under your Jim Morrisson poster
I only thought of your sister
and in that moment there was no room in my head
for an opinion on your dad's sixties records
which was because she'd just come home
and gone into her room
and gone into her room
Track Name: Backs
You are here right now
I am not alone
whoever you are
I don't really care
you lay down on the floor
and you ask for a massage
this place isn't yours, no

It's been the same mechanism
for a dozen years
some backs are smaller, some are wider
and ears at times wear rings
it's been the same mechanism
for a dozen years
some hair is shorter, some is longer
some mouths whisper dirty things

You're all white with body lotion
my hands slide up your back
I'm kissing your neck
we keep a slow but steady motion

It's been the same mechanism
for a dozen years
some backs are smaller, some are wider
and ears at times wear rings
it's been the same mechanism
for a dozen years
some hair is shorter, some is longer
some mouths whisper dirty things

You're still here, but you'll be gone
and I'll be wide awake
unable to sleep
at 2:15 a.m.
I know I will be scared
and I'll wish the night away
for the loneliness to fade
Track Name: Fading Girl
Your face is as pale as the moon
your eyes are as dark as a tornado in the afternoon
but the clouds won't cry ever again
they've run dry
you see the end
every morning, crawling into your bed
you hide from the day
under the sheets
unwilling to breathe

Fading girl
a bundle of nerves
stumbling through the world
how on Earth can you still get worse

You look in the mirror and see
someone you never wanted to be
the monsters are closing in
it's time for the daily fight to begin

Fading girl
a bundle of nerves
stumbling through the world
how on Earth can you still get worse

Fading girl
a bundle of nerves
stumbling through the world
how on Earth can you still get worse
how on Earth can you still get worse
how on Earth can you still get worse
Track Name: The Bitters
We rode our bikes to the lake
twenty-odd fifteen-year-olds
with booze and camping gear
the burning afternoon sun
began to sink
we were sweaty and in need for a drink
I'd gotten hold of an Italian bitters
shared with the girls
admired their curls
after we quenched our thirst
everyone took off their clothes
and got in the water that was still quite cold

Everyone took off their clothes
and got in the water that was still quite cold

We got out of the lake
and went into the nearby woods
found a cherry farm, climbed its fences
and didn't do any good
the fruits we stole were still sour
when we returned to the campsite
we threw the cherries in the wine
and again
everyone took off their clothes
and got in the water that was still quite cold

Everyone took off their clothes
and got in the water that was still quite cold

We got out and shared towels
we got dry and shared blankets
I wasn't in love but in need
for a body to hold, for a body to hold me
I wasn't in love but in need
for lips to kiss, for lips to kiss me

Everyone took off their clothes
Track Name: May I Call You Love
I'd need to talk to everyone
about all the things I've left undone
cause it's all coming back to me in the night
of exhausted insomnia

Where are you now
the one I'd need in this place quite urgently
who are you now
you always return in different flesh and bones

May I call you love my dear
if only you'd show me your sympathy
may I rest in your arms 'til I stop feeling dizzy
may I admire you for sharing your weaknesses too

What is it with our kind
the artists, musicians, children refusing to grow up
what is it with us
what is it with us
Track Name: Mississippi Ferries
I only got stoned tonight
cause I knew it'd make you hate me
when I tell you on the phone, alright
I never said anything
cause I was too proud
I never wanted you to leave
But I thought if you want to
then go, then go
I thought if you want to
I won't run after you

Like I didn't have a say in it at all
like I didn't have a say in it at all

The lake was calm
and they played with their miniature
Mississippi ferries
and the ducks
couldn't care less
'bout what you'd said
and your words were a thousand arrows
aimed at my brain

You left me dysfunctional
completely frozen on the bench, wishing
this wasn't happening
but it was, of course
and I had known all weekend long
Track Name: No Solitude (The Cortisone Song)
Now you got the keys to my flat
you lie in the sheets on my bed
I watch you feed your cat
we both need to rest
what a relief to lay my head on your chest

With my head on your chest
there's nothing left to forget
I don't do solitude

With my head on your chest
there's nothing left to forget
I don't do solitude well
I don't do solitude well

These people are hardly my age
but I wonder what difference it makes
they're too young to drive cars
but grouped up in the park
I don't think that's of much importance

You're mending your peeling tan
picking at the flakes of skin again and again
I stole some of your cortisone
it's making my arms feel warm

With my head on your chest
there's nothing left to forget
I don't do solitude

With my head on your chest
there's nothing left to forget
I don't do solitude
I don't do solitude well
Track Name: The Envelope
A warm yellow light
shines into the hall
my eyes try to adjust
to the darkness that surrounds me
it smells of wooden stairs
and the cold tickles my arms
it's a bright sunny day outside

I just came home from the grocery store
where posh people shop
and the employees are always friendly
despite how stressful their day has been so far

I take out my keys
and open the mailbox
your letter fills the entire space
I close and lock the box
and walk up to my room
opening the envelope

This house has outlived
the interior design fashions of a century
this house has outlived
the interior design fashions of a century
this house has outlived
the interior design fashions of a century
this house has outlived
the interior design fashions of a century
Track Name: Epilogue
I heard you fight on Christmas Day
I saw you cry, the sky was grey
I offered to drive you to the sea
we took a half hour ride
my metallic blue car was full of unspoken words,
repressed feelings, unthinkable thoughts
we took a walk, had pizza and Coke
we knew when we get home
nothing would have changed
and nothing would ever change